Thought you’ve gotten rid of me already my sweeties? Fat hopes! Despite the unnecessarily bitchy flak that I sometimes get for my extremely frank views and firsthand dance floor exposes on Singapore’s nightlife and partying crowd (like when R almost disclaimed me as a friend after I insinuated that he was a cheap bastard), I love gossiping way too much to let a handful of naysayers bring me down. So here I am, letting you in on (yet) another episode of my fabulous life.

So everyone who was anyone were seen at the Fall/Winter Mulberry show held last Wednesday at Tanjong Beach Club—including my favorite red-haired party girl L, who was channeling her inner Terry Richardson with a pair of shades which looked just like mine; T in yet another one of her consciously-styled preppy dresses aimed to steal the show from the other models, French PR specialist S who could be seen stalking the bartenders for free drinks, and of course, R, who was his usual self by being loud, brassy and drunk. Me? I found myself a perfect little seat at one of the cabanas around the alfresco area which gave me the perfect vantage point of the fashion show, while the rest of the crowd—consisting mainly media and PR types, freeloaders and scenesters—were congregating inside the pool area thinking that they had the best view. The fashion presentation aside, the dressy crowd was also keeping a lookout for the “star” of the show, a certain Alexa Chung, a British model who apparently had a Mulberry bag (the “Alexa”) named after her. “Alexa who?” was my initial reaction when I heard her name. But alas, I actually had a great view of the new “It” girl because I was seated just right next to the DJ booth, where she was to have a go at the DJ decks after the fashion show. She’s dating indie band Artic Monkeys’ frontman Alex Turner anyways, so perhaps I’ll cut her some slack.

Thankfully, Alexa’s choice of music wasn’t too bad, which fluctuated from the sublime (bebop classics like The Crystals’ “And Then He Kissed Me”) to the nauseating (La Roux’s “In for the Kill”). In between all this, I was busy hustling TBC’s marketing girl C for some finger food (which came in the form of two cold, lumpy mini beef burgers), to go with my prosecco (no, the organizers didn’t run out of champagne; it simply never made to the list of free-flows to begin with!); as I continued trying to make sense of this weird and wonderful world that I’m living in. Aaaaaaah, it’s good to be back.