"So how's ur virgin experience?" He asked.

"ok lah"

"Huh?ok only ah?"

The next thing I know,
I had a jug of Ribena Vodka thrusted into my hands.

"Drink"

And that about summed up my 1st clubbing experience.

One of the guys will ask abt my "virgin experience",
I'll give a non-commital ans,
and I'll have different variations of vodka thrust into my hands
and ordered to drink.

Either that,
or they'll cheat at the finger-guessing game to get me to drink.

So in case anybody's wondering,
I drank a lot last night.
And no,
I wasn't drunk.

I remembered perfectly how I got hm,
and no,

I do not haf some hideous-looking stranger waking up in bed beside me.

And I am VERY surprised that my threshold for alcohol is THAT high.
Among the 8 of us,
I think we finished abt 12 jugs.

After last night,
I've also a newfound respect for sardines.

I never knew how uncomfortable those fishes are,
squashed so tightly in the can.

Can u imagine if they are alive?

I am beginning to think that clubs and dance floors are created
for the sole purpose of letting meat-eaters have a taste of what it's like to be fishes.

Sardines especially.

And yes,
of cos,
I've never seen so many gd-lookin pple in my life.

Or maybe it's just dark and smoky.

*shrugs*

And I've never been as disappointed in the human race.

The pple are great-looking,
the music is cool,
everything is right.

Yet somehow,
it all feels ugly.

Too much body contact,
too much alcohol,
too much heat,
too many succinct glances,
too many suggestive gestures.

Too...morally lax.

It feels like a license to cheat.

It feels as if,
once ur in a club,
u get to toss aside all ur responsibilities,
forget what is right and wrong.

Everything is acceptable.

It is a wonderful state to be,
sure.

It is so wonderful that one can get drunk on that feeling,
one can definitely get addicted to it.

I know I can.

Yeah, I enjoyed the bash last night,
definitely,
or i wldn't haf stayed till the club closed.

But somehow,
it depresses me.

Maybe it's the "nothing really matters" feel u get when ur in a club,
it's the feelin of absolute nonchalence.

Maybe it frightens me.

Maybe it scares me that so many pple actually enjoy this feeling of nonchalence.
Maybe it scares me to know that as pple grow up,

They grow cold.

Maybe that's why I've never clubbed.

Maybe I cld guess what's behind those smoky doors.