Not the time yet.

I never go clubbing until June celebrated her birthday last night. June invited me to go her party days ago, while I found it difficult to refuse as well as she’s my belle sister. After working, I met my sisters, Joyce and Jane, with a cake, which Mum reminded me buying a present for June.

I didn’t feel any excitement yet rather felt coy. My two sisters had dolled up themselves, to be more ATTRACTIVE, which I have no doubt. While we had reached the place, HarbourFront precinct next to VivoCity, the largest retail and lifestyle complex, I was almost regretting. Right, the place is called St James Power Station. June waited for us outside the Disco together with her friends (mostly guys) and… her new boyfriend.

INSIDE was dark with atmosphere. Electronic techno music collection was terribly loud bass and it beaten your heartbeat. Everyone seems to know each others. Differently, I was the one to be shy in the presence of strangers. I was just sitting at the back bar and so frightening to watch those people dancing, hanging with one another, chatting along and even… kissing.

Actually, inside the Disco, you can’t see clearly as well. Because of the smoke and people do cigarette. Colourful spot lights were dancing with the charm of techno music, people at the dancing pool, they did ‘shaking’ high. DJs were at the font facing, working out their mixtures of own music. Immerse into a refreshingly distinctive watering hole with the atmosphere and music and its encompassing entertainment.

I was at the bar, and many jugs of green tea and bottles of alcohol. They mixed green tea with alcohol. I drank two glasses even thought of having ‘drunk’. Well, the taste was really bad and I can’t be drunk with little alcohol. By the way, sisters were stopping me having more slips. Yet I realised three of my Charlie’s Angles (Jane, June and Joyce), were drunk. We sang the birthday song at 12.00am.

Watching people around and catching what they were thinking. June was too high chatting with her ‘friends’ and moving around. Jane was drunk, sitting beside me resting. Joyce… hah… Probably the music was too loud, and everyone talks were facing each one so close and even ear to mouth. What do you think if a woman talks to a guy like in the way? Joyce seemed to like flirting. Most important is she did that in front of me. Oh my god.
I WANT TO GO HOME.

It’s almost 1.30 am. I was really so unfriendly down there boring and keep asking Jane what time we are going home. Okay, I know I spoiled the tone.
I went the locker and took my items. Joyce went home with me. We took cabs outside the clubs.

… On the way, while we were still inside in the cab… Joyce’s mobile rang.
Hag. It was the guy at the Disco she just knew (or flirted with before).

If you like clubbing, it’s good heavens to you.
If you dislike clubbing, it’s for heaven’s sake you even thought.