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Sunday, June 12, 2005

I went clubbing for the first time in my life yesterday. really. i haven't been clubbing before. it's to celebrate mer's birthday. went with her & her 2 other friends. =)

Clubbing first time was... a good experience. i was already very tired & sleepy & stony when we're there haha... we DUMPED chinablack because it was too picky & stuck-up (psst i was wearing slippers & no ic). then went liquid room, where avril's house is just a few steps away. free of charge. damn good.

But inside wasn't so good. so cramped. it basically comprises of a little pathway for drinks and a tiny space for ya'll dancers. very small. saw lotsa cute guys though. or probably cos it was dark & foggy & i can't really make out their faces. nah there can't be so many cute guys in singapore.

And i guess the first thing you'd notice when you start to dance, were the despo guys. or maybe it's normal. i just couldn't get used to it. guys start to follow you around. they like to dance behind you. they like to rub their groins against. eww.

There was this guy, number 4 t-shirt with cool specs & hairstyle, kept dancing behind me. wherever i moved he moved. i started to 'unintentionally' elbow a bit or retied my hair or dance more vigorously to shrug him away but he kept himself close behind. suddenly he reached out his stinkin' hand to touch my hips. bewildered i grabbed mer. mer grabbed me. he started to hold my hips with both hands. i wanted to shout & let him call me a stuck-up prude. but i decided to walk away peacefully instead. p-e-a-c-e.

Also you'll realize that guys, even when just walking past, like to touch you. i 'excused him' as he squeezed past but somehow he felt like reaching out and run his hands across my waist anyhow. holy crap.

I guess guys following you around likes to put their noses to your hair as they dance. i dunno. my hair stinks of the smoke smell.

I was cooking in there. so warm!! poor ventilation. so squeezy! almost no space to move. people got reeeeeally sweaty till they're just basically SOAKED. i've got so much sweat on myself, most of them were not even mine.

The contents of this entry is beginning to sound too explicit.

That's what you should expect from a place like this anyhow. i'd get used to it if i frequently visit.

Somehow, even though i didn't drink much, i started to get more & more high. probably because of the loud music & flashing lights & the dancing. and somehow, seeing so many cute guys around made me feel like hugging every single one & dancing with them. (although when they really did that i felt "GO AWAY!" probably not intoxicated enough). the attention was flattering though.

Wow i could really be a slut at heart. if i was rich & beautiful i'd be a paris hilton. *shudders.

Ah well, back to reality, guys from clubs are just guys from clubs.

I realized we only recognised people from what they wore.

The number 4 shirt.
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A blue-stripped smoking guy. a blue-stripped botak guy standing at the wall doing nothing. the bangalaah pink shirt guy. the blue-shirt-with-strip-across guy. the short cartoon shirt guy. the white t-shirt angmo. the smokin' hot girl with the hat. woohoo~ some of the people i've noticed. (psst were you one of them? i couldn't really see their faces clearly).

In conclusion, clubbing every night is just a big waste of money & lifetime. i had fun though, wouldn't mind going once in a while. maybe the club wasn't good enough. didn't get to meet any cool people.

Oh yes and the music was good. i don't really know what's the definition of 'good' though. but i liked.

dara lost in [[fairytale]]-land
11:18 PM