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Unfortunately I was put to the aging test last night. I barely passed the test. At 2am only, I really felt my ear drums pricking with pain and the balls of my feet somewhat hot. And that was only 30minutes since I stepped on the dance floor.
Urgh, the last time I wrecked havoc was a few months ago at the Butter Factory when H1N1 was spreading all around. Haven't been 'lancing lancing' since then.
Last night Black Market celebrated its first anniversary at Zouk's Velvet Underground. Archie was invited and I was his plus one. After struggling to connect with girls a millennium younger than me, I felt a sense of relief when Victoria, a colleague of mine met up with me and off we went to Phuture for some serious dancing.
The rest is history.
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