Recently, a colleague wrote me a note and she ended with 'keep partying' and another friend greeted me as 'party gal'. How strange as I have not stepped into a club since Nov and it was many months before that too. Didn't guess it will be such a hard image to shed.

Since five years ago, clubbing became a way of life and at one point, I was hitting the clubs 3 times a week. I had friends, superficial friends who were only bearable after downing a couple of shots and my idea of fun was being intoxicated and having every single thought was drowned by the loud music.

I realised I had a problem about a year ago but it was difficult to stop and I was suffering from 'withdrawal symptoms'. Stumbled into God's hands ... He picked me up ... stumbled again ... He picked me up again. It was a arduous process and I paid heavily each time I stumbled (as recently as November 08) but God restored me patiently time after time .... incoherent speech, mascara smeared by tears, stinking of tequila and cigarettes ... no complaints.

Hence, I can't help but pat myself on the back when a rather cute army captain asked me out for a drink last week and I replied 'Thanks for the invite but for anything involving alcohol ... you can count me out'. ALRIGHT! *Ding Ding Ding Ding*

Last Sat, I was at 'a pinch of salt' for dinner and there is a piano in the cafe. After dinner, one of my cell member started playing the piano and the rest of us gathered around and started singing. I had fun ... no shots required :)