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give me back my sense of fun
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3 years ago, it was a ritual for me to hit the clubs at least once a week. i loved the attention i got from hogging the podium and got a rush knowing that lechers were peering up my mini skirt because i was wearing nice panties.
then, the novelty of clubbing wore off and though the frequency reduced drastically, i still enjoyed dancing with handsome strangers and shaking my ass off.
now, at the grand old age of twenty, i now proclaim my newly found distaste for clubbing. since january i've only clubbed no more than 10 times and i dare say i didn't enjoy myself as i did three years back. i found myself gritting my teeth as i tried to jostle for space on the dancefloor and noticed that my eyes started smarting alot from all that smoke, a symptom i never used to display.
on wednesday i stepped into Attica for the first time with miss i-am-never-on-time and was disappointed greatly. nobody was dancing and the place was teeming with authentic SPGs in their horrid slinky numbers and faces that i couldn't tell apart because they all had a bad tan, have long hair and looked like maids gone wild. then we hauled ass to MOS where we had a better time displaying cheesy moves at the main arena where retro music was being churned out. fuck what they say about retro being cheesy and whatnot. i personally find it a very happy genre unlike r&b/hip-hop where you can actually feel the tension of people trying to outdance each other. give me the GREASE soundtrack anytime, baby.
friday, it was balaclava as usual. i now truly appreciate sitting down with friends while knocking down a couple of drinks. at least you get drunk in a dignified manner instead of throwing up all over the dancefloor. i don't know who the hell suggested heading out of our comfort zone because the next thing i knew i was standing by some cheap table at the butter factory with 87884564 sweaty and drunk young people.
i really don't get the hype about butter factory. so fucking crowded!i know for a club to be successful it has to be full of people but don't you think it defeats the purpose since there is simply no room for people to dance? which is why i avoid phuture at all costs, where i once took a good TWENTY minutes to reach the exit from the DJ console. considering that the place is probably about the size of a basketball court, it really was a harrowing experience, especially for an asthmatic like me.
ana and me outside MOS.
anyway. i got so sick of the heaving crowd that i bade the rest all sayonara where i continued my nocturnal prowling at red dot. ahh, so much better. soothing music, comfy chairs and no choking second hand smoke. the vodkas kept coming from nowhere and here i am, 24 hours later with a fucking huge hangover and the constant need to throw up. it was good staying home though, i caught Sideways and 8Mile on DVD. so good!so shiok to spend the whole day doing nothing ( though it'd be MUCH better without the hangover) and not having about to worry about any deadlines. speaking of which i DO have one article due on monday but fuck that, i'll worry about it tomorrow. ha!
speaking of movies i've got no fucking time to watch any shit in the theatres now since our magazine's soft launch is next week. but i really wanna watch
1) the departed
2) the Oh in Ohio
3) summer of love
4) black dahlia
5) marie antoinette ( dunno when its gonna hit our shores though )
okay im so damn sleepy now. here's a photo of my lovely office !!
nothing short of awesome huh??
my twentieth birthday's next sunday!!!! good bye teenhood! death is imminent.
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listenin to: lisa ono- you are the sunshine of my life
