the negative element ...
i looked up at the night sky that night.
full attendance by a constellation of twinkle stars.
i looked up at the sky tonight..
nothing, are the stars gone?
no, they are always there, probably forever there..
merely covered by a mask of clouds.
actually, so what even if the sky is clear, how many times have i raised my head to count the stars?
but they are constantly watching me.
hey, its starry starry night...
ok, i went clubbing yesterday night at zouk. it was mambo night so people there were all dancing retro mambo moves, its interesting how those mambo people dance with such high level of synchronisation. (it was almost like a water ballet performance.) the night was fun, a big thanks goes out to jasmine and her uncle for the club entry and drinks.
i think occasional clubbing is good to relive one from the stress of life.
giving the body full permission to dance away to the music felt good...
feeling alittle high after some drink felt good...
trading retro mambo moves with friends felt good...
seeing everyone around enjoying themselves felt best... (its as though the world is sooo happy...and i guess that is the appeal of clubbing to me, the is no established reason to not join in the fun and music, in fact everything comes so naturally once you are in the environment.)
all right,mambo king may look like a totally sick pervert if you see him on the streets of orchard road, but he is the recognised king of mambo every wednesday night at zouk. that auntie yesterday may have grandchildren to look after back at home, but if she allows herself to let loose enough, i see no difference in her as compared to a 18 year-old teenager.
however, its just the night. fun doesnt last forever, worries in life will always be back to haunt once you wake yourself up from the retro. you are still the sick pervert people are talking about when you step out of zouk to the prata shop opposite it. the first priority in life for a grandma is probably to earn respect? maybe... or should fun be the pre-requisite in life, especially in the remaining golden years?
whatever it is, i am 18. lets dance away~
full attendance by a constellation of twinkle stars.
i looked up at the sky tonight..
nothing, are the stars gone?
no, they are always there, probably forever there..
merely covered by a mask of clouds.
actually, so what even if the sky is clear, how many times have i raised my head to count the stars?
but they are constantly watching me.
hey, its starry starry night...
ok, i went clubbing yesterday night at zouk. it was mambo night so people there were all dancing retro mambo moves, its interesting how those mambo people dance with such high level of synchronisation. (it was almost like a water ballet performance.) the night was fun, a big thanks goes out to jasmine and her uncle for the club entry and drinks.
i think occasional clubbing is good to relive one from the stress of life.
giving the body full permission to dance away to the music felt good...
feeling alittle high after some drink felt good...
trading retro mambo moves with friends felt good...
seeing everyone around enjoying themselves felt best... (its as though the world is sooo happy...and i guess that is the appeal of clubbing to me, the is no established reason to not join in the fun and music, in fact everything comes so naturally once you are in the environment.)
all right,mambo king may look like a totally sick pervert if you see him on the streets of orchard road, but he is the recognised king of mambo every wednesday night at zouk. that auntie yesterday may have grandchildren to look after back at home, but if she allows herself to let loose enough, i see no difference in her as compared to a 18 year-old teenager.
however, its just the night. fun doesnt last forever, worries in life will always be back to haunt once you wake yourself up from the retro. you are still the sick pervert people are talking about when you step out of zouk to the prata shop opposite it. the first priority in life for a grandma is probably to earn respect? maybe... or should fun be the pre-requisite in life, especially in the remaining golden years?
whatever it is, i am 18. lets dance away~
posted by display name at 10:07 pm
4 Comments:
woah bro !! u enjoyed ah ?!?! mambo siow !! haha . .anyway . .look out for ma party !! 15th april !! club like never b4 !!
mambo night sounded like fun. SIGH
well, clubbing seems so fun sia.. i wan 2 join in 2..
Hey, you're spot on about clubbing man!
Except that, there's a prata shop opposite Zouk?
I thought opposite Zouk is road than carpark? =/
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