Blue Ginger Night out

By the time we found a club that allowed all of us (age ranging 19 to 30+) in… its already 1am… And at this hour, The Ladies toilet was the hottest place in Double O with longer queue than a betting outlet on Saturday….
Reason being –“Passing Out parade” out in the cubicles, human purging in progress… quite chaotic situation inside… just in short of hair pulling brawls.

Drowning 4 shooters at a go tarnished my much self-proclaimed “I can never get drunk” declaration. That’s our 1st round of drinks.. and I’m already fucking high…but still sober enough to be aware of what happening. But I must admit I need a little walking aid from Dan and Howie..

Beside the quantity of alcohol in your body, your emotions also determine the height of ecstasy you wish to sought.. When you are sorrowful, even a dash of vodka can send you crumbing at your feet and sobbing like a baby.
Last night, I was a deliriously happy drunk with that burning alcohol in my body and a reason that can’t be possibly written down on this blog. Only Ethan knew why.

Sometimes, I wondered when if I sent out ‘Oh ye… come and dance with me” vibes to people, subconsciously. My clubbing nights always ended with recollections of dancing with strangers intimately, almost too sensual at times. (And yes… people still teasing me about my pole dancing stint in Hong Kong).
Disco dancing’s most heightened state is when you are way past your inhibitions.. You let yourself flow with the music…. You pay no heed to the sniggers or astonishment from fellow dancers.. *haha* Dancing can be such a release from the seriousness of life we are leading.. I don’t really like dancing. I rather sit and watch but once I get into the mood and when people started coming up to me.. I’m practically sashaying my body like…*gulps* a slut… *shakes sober head in disapproval*

But really, it’s all for fun.

Last night, the dance floor was crowded, hot and stuffy.. so suffocating that I was grasping for more air… (are they saving on the electricity?) Then memories of Kym once fainted due to insufficient air on the dance floor, surfaced… I got scared and walked out to have a breather. Must be looking terrible or pale.. cos Howie who was accompanying me; kept asking am I alright. How ironical ~ I ended up taking care of Howie when he ‘tried’ to send Reena and me back home. : p

It's really an enjoyable night. Am looking forward to the next gathering with the Blue Gingerians..(namely Alan, Dan, Howie, Reena and Kenneth)
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There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.