How odd
I received an email request to feature my blog from a Singaporean clubbing website.
Me? Cupcake Queen, the antithesis of a clubbing chicka? The domestic goddess who already has a million and one excuse ready on-hand to skive off clubbing.
Yeah, clubbing, to me, is work - pile on gung on my face, shiver in barely-there tops and feel utterly old because I'm perpetually surrounded by 20-somethings clubbers.
Sorry, yah. I'm no clubbing chicka.
That was my reply.
Me? Cupcake Queen, the antithesis of a clubbing chicka? The domestic goddess who already has a million and one excuse ready on-hand to skive off clubbing.
Yeah, clubbing, to me, is work - pile on gung on my face, shiver in barely-there tops and feel utterly old because I'm perpetually surrounded by 20-somethings clubbers.
Sorry, yah. I'm no clubbing chicka.
That was my reply.
posted by Cupcake Queen at 11:23 PM
2 Comments:
I hate clubbing too! I used to like it, but now I hate the smoke, the crowds, the loud thumping music. Maybe it's a sign of aging. I just hate wearing skimpy clothing and gyrating my body in sexual ways meant to entice the opposite sex.
Yep, me too. There'll be a time when we all get tired of going through the motions of clubbing.
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