Its a cold and dreary Friday morning. I like the rain but i like it even more when i can snooze in bed and not wake up for work. It is days like this, where we just wanna curl up into a ball and flop around on the bed. It would be extra nice to have someone to cuddle up to.

Well, somehow, work still has to be done and i am sitting at my desk on this perfectly nice "sleepy" day typing away about the Chronicles of Narnia, which happen to be a nice "sleepy" day book during my younger days. Yawn.

The other day it really dawned on me how many people really like clubbing. When i was at Zouk, the queue was super long, and there were like 3 different queues from 3 different directions and i couldn't even see the door! My friend actually queued 2 hours just to get in. I love clubbing occasionally, cos its fun to dance the night away and just have stress-free fun. But, i don't really understand those who seem to club every single week, throwing away a few hundred bucks each night. What do they really get out of it?

Really, to each his own. Some people really dig the music and they can tell the difference between the various genres of house music, they go there for the DJs and they love it. Some just really love dancing and grooving to the beat. Some just want the free flow of alcohol. Some go there just to be seen. Others go there to hit on members of the opposite sex (or to get hit on)... the list goes on.

Maybe i am old or too introspective, but i am not a prude. I love dancing and love my vodka, but somehow, clubbing does really bring out a really stark sense of loneliness. Somehow it is more pronounced after a night out. Not too sure why, but it sure is present. It still is great as a once-in- a-while activity, but i hope i would never be labelled as "chiongster". I would much rather chill out and chat over drinks in a jazz bar, or go "pong-ing" away on the mahjong table.

But... till the next 'chiong' session...