talk abt goin clubbin for some time. we did, yesterday.

double o

entrance: $15  (couldnt believe it!)
drinks: $5 a bottle or $12 a jug (are these guys for real?)
music: you named it, they got it.

fyi – i dont drink, i love to dance though. hey ! i’m not a dancing queen, i dont dance on the stage or do any of the coordinated stuff.

we used to dance like 2-3 times a week. man, those were the days.
9 years later, same dancing partner (jen!) same club, same music (retro stuff), same cheap drinks. haha !

seriously, i dont look like 21. its written all over my face that i am 27!

hence, it become seriously funny when i got approached by 3 guys. one of them really wanted my contact. whatsup?!

second guy shouted at me over the loud music:
he: ‘hi i’m henry’
hand-shake.

he: ‘your name?’
no answer. polite smile.

he: ‘first time here?’
i nodded. seriously, my headache was killing me den. i’m not in the mood to shout.

he: ‘really? first time?’
another polite smile from me.

he: ‘you dont really tok’
another polite smile.
duh. no, i love to tok. i love to hold conversation right in front of 3 speakers with lady gaga teachin us how to do poker face.

whatsup?!
finally. he gotta the hint and leave me alone.

3rd guy try to engaged me in a conversation by typing msg on his cell. ahh.. ! cant pple just leave me alone?

3am.
i cant take it anymore. told jen. i really need to go home.
came out of the club, half deaf. hop into a taxi, listening to class 95.
can someone stop the little construction in my head? the non-stop banging is killing me. tried very hard not to move my head.

2 panadol.
quick shower.
tucked myself in.
ah.

27 years old groove.