If it ain't Sunday, it ain't Fab.

I need my bumb and grind.


Was with Ed on Saturday at St. James' PowerHouse after attending my bgff's wedding dinner.

After the closure of MOS , the queues at other clubs are long. Really long. Was trying to get into O-Bar and the queue was long too. I just couldn't wait. (Actually the turn-off crowd was the main reason I didn't want to be there. And No I don't want to elabo 'case I start a racial war here...)

To cut to the chase and back to the gist, we ended up in the longer queues of ST. James' PowerHouse.

In retrospect, I should have just headed straight back home and catch up on my beauty RAM-Cycle.

See, by 3 am, I was so bored by the suxy DJ that I just had to leave before I risk ending up in comatose.

Never happened before.

Well, the crowd is blah-blah-blah and the music though nice , is NOT FABULOUS.

Q... because if it ain't Sunday, it just don't cut it.