KDT

I love my best budd and our FG (fag hag) to bits. The donkey years of friendship have developed an uncanny chemistry and a "I know what's in your dirty mind" telepathy that we knew what ticks and what pricks.

So when I was taken a joyride on a Saturday evening, I knew was in good hands. What I didn't expect was to be ushered into Singapore's newest club, in a blue-blooded VIP manner. Yes, it's Jemmo and his charms that we skipped the Hello-Kitty queue that was waiting to get up to the F&B complex at Marina Bay Sands. PLUS being escorted through a private backdoor. I must credit Ku De Ta for being simply fantabulous. It is blessed with the Marina Bay view and served smashing drinks, but all those cannot save the club if NOBODY's dancing!! We had to do our tatas and adjourn to somewhere more exciting. Not before we found ourselves doing some favourite role-playing at the basement. Somebody should erase those crazy 'O' Levels T2 camping memories.

"Miss Hilton, did you just say that your poodle jumped off the Sky Park?"

"Mdm, I believe the full list of moneyboys is in this booklet"

Anyway, our dancing feet brought us to Butter Factory which was shockingly packed with nymphlets that looked barely 21. Well, who cares if we are going to raise the average age by 20%. Countless shots of poison later, I am quite sure I probably cannot figure out if I am on Cloud 9 or in Ward 9.

But I am sure know I love you bitches! Thanks for a night that I will remember for life.