taking up my sleeping space

an overdose of Sia in the wee hours of the night and on slow moving days does the soul some good. its sunday and in less than 24 hours my life will restart to its regular state. at least for another 3 months. i really really wish i could go to Langkawheeee (as anya puts it) with you lot! i really do :( because isn't it tradition to vacation with a group of solid friends when the year is starting? if it wasn't for the fact that i have college on the days of boozing on the beach, i would have so jumped on the bandwagon. i could rebel and just flip the bird to the second week at Raffles but i won't because as stated again and again, i really want this to work out. Average is not a word in my vocabulary right now. i neeeeed to be better than good. i need to maintain that awesomeness and brilliance i've accomplished the first few terms here :)
the adventures and excitement have been toned down in queue with the start of reality. clubbing is no longer that fun as it should be. i had my fair share of fun but the adrenaline rush and hyperventilating feeling is finally gone. maybe i have grown too accustomed to the new form of upgrade i've created this past couple of week/months. i've created new nightlife buddies who has different crowd and music backgrounds. and despite all the efforts taken, i now prefer slow sipping my long island tea or a bottle of cold beer and head banging to the Arctic Monkeys. indie night next please?
heading out to Velvet at Zouk last night was different. i felt completely different. like i was in another world. music was cool. cool because it was Mumbo Jumbo. honestly i had never layaned anything like it. hard to layan when the music played are those songs being played in my dad's car. i was imagining my dad and uncles dancing to Uptown Girl. godddd, trauma. the crowd probably made me feel a little alien with me and my mohawk while everybody else is all looking slinky. i was eyeing white-t-shirt-boy because he looked like someone i could relate too. but really all i was thinking was ripping his shirt off and have a look at that banging body and maybe tight ass. sorry that got a bit x rated right there :P
for once i didn't get trashed because that is normally the case with zouk and the sexual energy all around. haha! maybe that only happens at TAG? i think yes. something different yes, but not something i'll look for on a weekly basis (mambo jumbo). but not bad for a night of pure spontaneity :)

on another note, i think i'm losing some kind of touch. i'm getting boring and i feel like i'm moving slower than anybody else making me dragging behind.
oh and its nice to know that you are still alive but the fact that i still haven't heard from you is making me feeling a little bit abandoned :(

you know what is cool, a MAGS reunion! all the HELP folks who wasted hours at mags just lepaking and skipping class... hahaha!

i need another nap.