I don't really remember what it really feels like to enjoy partying anymore :(

All I can think of most of the time now is how tired I am at 2am, or how one minute more is akin to added risk of bad skin.

Here's us a post party for the F1 race at Amber Lounge.



There was free flow alcohol all night. Liza and I lunged for the whiskey but we found that the "proper" way to tackle such events as ladies was to order champagne and hold the glasses half-full by their stems.

By 1am we were all bored and falling asleep. We entertained ourselves by pointing out the cuties (but we were really spoilt for choice - it was the first time I'd seen so many good-looking people at one place) then when we were done with that, moved on to drunks who were embarrassing themselves.

Sometimes I feel ashamed that I rather stay at home/hang out with friends than go to pretentious parties like this.

Thank goodness for the company!