1. smoking: 3 ciggies (almost wanted to buy a pack to share wit the group but ended up getting from D's housemates...this french-chinese babe who sweared she's quitting & that was her last ciggie pack.heh~)
2. alcohol: none. (yeah!!! *beams*)
3. grindin': only with the pole when khia's 'my neck my back' came on. I wasn't good on it either. just a silly 5/10 second grind. well, this chinese dude did sum slinky moves - he was hotter wit the crowd than I was! then there was this gurl in a slinky top...whu's like high or sumthin.. watever man.
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the rest was fun. Feel quite flattered when this really hot fren of mine told me i had stamina. Comin from her, a hot dancer from skool..yeah! Its like getting recognition from sumone u always looked up to for her beauty, grace, brains, coolness, etc. yeah we lit a ciggie together.
I was the only super enthusiastic one who couldnt get her ass off the dance floor since the freestylin' emcee started..my fren performed. wasn't too bad for starters.
I was more like "the-gurl-who kept- it-low-and-grooved-her-ass-on-the-podium-the-whole-nite" kind...not exactly the 'slut' guys were eyeing to grind with. at least thats how i perceived it. oh yeah there was this guy who cheered me on from the dancefloor while I was on the podium...so i was kinda giggled by that. nice feeling to noe u gettin the party all riled up, everyone's just groovin to the beats, and we're all havin a crazy time.
It felt so great after so long...when all the hits started to strike that familiar chord, that familiar club smell, those perfumes scents...reminded a lot abt the past clubbing experiences which went totally off. But it was great knowing I was back there again, only this time, more controlled, wiser and mature. Hell me and my gurlfren was like mockin' the couples which were outrightly makin out and grindin' on the floor...like, dude, get a room!
I luv hiphop. but kinda sad that 40% of the music the dude was spinning was new to my ears. only meant one thing - my time has passed. Nuthin beats old silly songs like ludacris' 'Move bitch' and Ja's 'Always on time'. hell we were shouting our lungs away while grooving. felt kinda silly lookin like a hyper bunny on the podium dancing and shouting and groovin from the start to the end, but wat the heck.
That's livin life - feelin the beats and groove running thru you whole body into those smooth rhythmic flows. That's what makes me happy.
Hell, did I have fun. If I were to die tmw, or never ever get to step into a club ever again, I'm glad I danced the night away the way I did yesterday.
Didn't the doc say there was more to life than money?
Hell, he's right.
(I only hate the fact tt half my weekly pocket money's burnt from last night alone. Dang)