How can it be?

That I have nothing to write about?

Is my life really that boring? (yes...and no)

The last two weeks have been really quiet for me, and I liked it...Some of you facebookers may have noticed that I have signed onto Facebook, but have yet to work it out yet. I reckon the amount of time spent trying to work it out is not worth the effort, I should have invested my two hours blogging something special for you guys here.....

Well, all is not lost yet, about 2 weekends ago, I was invited by my god fairy cousin to a dress up party. Dunno why, I always get invited to dress up parties, maybe people know that I love dressing up.

So I went with the notion that it was gonna be a dress up party typical of what I've been through in Aussieland. Boy, was I wrong! I am so out of touch with the party scene here, its not funny. You guys would probably know that I usually go all out when it comes to parties like that. The theme was "Jungle Fever".

So what did I go as?

Tiger Airways' Mascot "Doctor Jungle"

I thought, "Hmm...how clever, Jungle = Tiger and Fever = Doctor"

No so....not many people got the concept. They just thought I was being funny (as opposed to clever)

I was one of the 2 people who actually went all out to dress up. The other dressed up as a bird.

But I tell ya, the perks of being the centre of attention are endless. They include

• stalking by non professional paparazzi
• having girls ask me for free medical checkups the whole night (I swore I could have picked up a few girls that night, but you guys know I not like that...)
• being interrupted while I'm deep in conversation with my friends at least 10 times,
• getting my head stroked at least 50 times
• almost scoring a free bottle of champagne for best dressed (the bloody bird got it)
• being invited to the VIP lounge of another club for free drinks by the owner of the bar I was partying at.

So was it worth the stares, being pointed at and generally looking ridiculous in conservative Singapore where looks matter more than anything else?

YES!

I was drinking out of test tubes, which is very apt given that I'm a doctor!

The gang that got the exclusive invite

What a load of cheese.....

Although the party was meant to be only for beautiful and fake people, security can be momentarily slack and some people can slip through the tight checks (ok, ok, I've just bitch slapped myself for that comment)

For the record, the decadent lifestyle I led for that night took me three whole days to recover. must be gettin old(er).