Thursday, April 24, 2008

Tea at Toast Box. Cool number eh? 881!

Power house? More like flopper house. Couple of times there and the outcome is still the same! But then again, it could my own problem too. (Read: A club is a club).

Everyone on the dance floor shakes like they're violently possessed with all kinds of spirits. Sorry to say that I used to be one of them but it seems uber retarded to me now. Gals and guys groping, touching, kissing and all over each other like please, ggar (go get a room)? It is a pure picture of omfg. I apologize to myself for being part of that last time. I look at the 19s sweetie pies and instantly am reminded of my old self. But I must say I'm glad that it's over.

Anyhow, while the party goers scream 'Awesome!!!' in their heads, mine's 'I seriously wanna go home." Totally wrong. I really think I'll enjoy myself better at the Zoological Gardens.

Juan and her three friends were totally having fun while me and Pay were caught standing in the atrociously packed dance floor. It's a different feeling from someone who wants to club but is shy to dance hence stands feeling extremely awkward.

We were standing because we simply could not get into the vibe. Really chuei. Gave up. Not awkward but kinda feeling ridiculous.

We wanted to dance!! I tried, Pay tried. But we still ended up looking at each other and rolling our eyes. We nodded in agreement how our time is nearly or worst still, already over.

Blame it on the over-enthusiasm years back. I've used up all of my lifetime's party essence then and I have really NONE left now. Each time I go clubbing for the past year I leave feeling unsatisfied and I swore that it would be the last time. But I still go when friends organize something, and within me there is a llllitttle hope that I'll enjoy myself.

But then it never came true. I only enjoy the company of my friends but not the process of clubbing.

I can see myself slacking at some other spacious corner with wine instead. Speaking of wine, the drinks at SJ were awful. The taste is WEIRD; the origin is dodgy esp on ladies' night since the blardy drink is FOC. I only like Bellini Room... for relaxing with wine (what about the origin of the wine? Sigh). Now I understand why when I was 20, my 24 35ish friends told me, 'when you reach my age... you cannot club liao'.





It's BLARDY true.

I could not feel more glad when I reached home! Heavens! At the superb timing of 1:40am I had chores done. And bedtime was 3:00am. How (un)cool is that!

Oh and I missed out the human picts. so much more photos pending in Pay's camera!





I'd never step into a club without smokey eyes but look at me last night!!! Look MA! No eye shadow! Big indication of me sayin' bye forever.

Meeting Val and the gang after work today. It's been a loooonngg time!