Of nightclubs and spastic dances....

It was the big event of the mid sem break. Klub Kandy. It was a party at a club in Chinatown in Brisbane and i was there to attend it and boy oh boy did i show those people on the dance floor................... my lethal elbows which caught a few people in their faces and sternum with a devasting thud!!! . Not forgetting the thousands of toes i trampelled on as did my rendition of william hung meets the crazy frog. Awful, spastic but fun. The night started off with me dressing up in a white shirt which frankly is too small for me but i wore it anyways. It was a cool shirt and a gift from dear friend, and i promise to wear it out. As i wore the shirt and gazed at the mirror, the refelction that greeted me was well akward. There was for all to see my skinny ass frame. While some guys have wash board abs, my collar bone look taylor made to put the soap, but sadly washboards not included in this package (sold separately).

But despite that i braved it, coz they say if u are confident enough you can pull anything off. (i do not know why we listen to "them") So i took a deep breathe and with confidence i released a plague that would blind mankind for a genenration or so.

Getting there we lined up for an hour plus, nothing much happened. Once in i was greeted with loud music and tons of people having great time.

Music had great beats and the lights spectacular in clubbing kinda way. Watching a potrait of Marilyn Monroe change colour was cool to say the least.

Then squezzing are way to the middle of the crowd we all showed are moves ( i went with group of friends) while i slowly started injuring those around me with my crunching elbows. After spending hours dancing away in the different floors of the club (each floor has different type of music) i decided to get out for a quick bite.

As i remember sitting back and observing the whole scene, i tried to describe what i saw and felt.

Sitting down at the corner of the dance floor, i remember being greeted by the smell of alcohol. I would describe the smell similar to a faint smell of urine. Music beats were loud, the floor shacking with every beat. Then you could see the kaleidoscope of people moving on the floor. Some look good, some look hot, some look out of place, some look aggresive and i just looked spastic but nevertheless evryone was having a good time.

One great thing about clubs is that, it provides an avenue for people to come out form their shell without being to self conscious. As i witness a mutual friend really letting loose. I was told alcohol helped a bit for him. Boy did he let loose, i was grinning from ear to ear witnessing him doing his thang.

But this was all the prelude to what would be the real battle, well at least for me later.

i guess you can tell from my tone that it was great night.

anywas i'll end this entry with some spectacular news


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