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Sunday, July 7, 2013
Clubbing At Play House
It's been so super long since I've last went clubbing at the age of 16.
When I walked down the road of Clark Quay yesterday with Wiseley and Chris, I was like, "Goddamnit! Where are all the clubs that I recognized and where are those signboards of signature neon lights that once used to highlight the name of the place?!"
Wiseley looked at me and went something like, "That's ages ago".
Me, just looked around in awe with a super surprised look throughout the whole walk.
Had fun. Without drinking too much (I am forever in a "drunk" stage whereby I just get "high" like that), I was able to shake some booty on the platform.
Like the usual me, I always am very conscious of myself. Not the way I dress nor the way I looked (because I think that clothes which looks like trash are rather pretty in their own sense and I need not don on make up to make myself pretty). I hate making up especially if one worked at night. Imagine the amount of tiredness one have to overcome while dragging oneself to the toilet and go through a lengthy process of removing make up properly.
Anyway, back to being in the club. We sat next to the platform and we have butts shaking in our faces. I asked Wiseley his honest opinion about what he thought of them and we both ended up keeping quiet (lucky for music, there is no silence) and laughing. It's not something good and I love dancing more than drinking so I got Wiseley to go up the platform and teased him about me ditching him there and chickening out. But I went up when he wanted off the stage. And I ended up dragging loads of people who are alien to me, up onto the T-shaped platform.
Someone lost his virgin kiss. And for the first time, I met a male stripper who can shake his booty like Ricky Martin - the man of "Shake Your Bon Bon" himself. And for the five millionth time, I had to juggle between 2 hot males while trying out my chances at the girl who was in green silk, back zipped dress. She is hot but she ignored me totally. Like.... my first time failing in flirting with a female. DAMN... Plus, I got recognized by 2 tables and my male friend was not exactly happy. I caught him with a straight face 3 times and dare he not say he isn't jealous. WAHAHAHAHAHA.
Yes, it's childish to make people jealous and get a kick out of knowing that you matter in someone's eye. I might just be the apple of the night's eye! Hahaha. But 2 people trying to compete who can get more girls in the club, I totally win - hands down! I'm steering away from the subject about making people I fancy, jealous. It just is childish. Plus it is detrimental for a relationship if one wants something more from it.
BUT I TRAINED A CASANOVA. He used my tricks of hooking people up on me and got me wanting him more and more and more. Like, smart........ Fast and observant learner.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay