Clubbing Sober

There I was - smack in the middle of the action. The strobe lights were flashing; the music was blasting so loud you feel your whole body vibrate along to the beat; and the girls were dancing, some with eyes closed, as if they were in some sacred trance from a time long forgotten, and some were trying to dance, trying their hardest to look cool with their two left feet.

I looked around the room, and through the smoke, through the bad lighting and through the dancing bodies, it all screamed out to me at once. Something's not right.

Something's really not right.

Mood: Apathetic.

Maybe that's the reason why I can't even be bothered to blog or even go on MSN this couple of days. It's a strange, yet surprisingly simple to understand mood - there's simply no compulsion to do anything. Anything, other than bum around and watch movies all day long.

And boom. It hits me. Orientation's next week, or more accurately, beginning in 3 days.

I better get those bags packed real soon. And get those goodbyes said.

It's finally time to get this party started.

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To the island and back again.

Somehow I just feel exhausted and out of juice now. I think it's because of the recent trip down to Singapore over the weekend and all that swimming yesterday. Everything seems to be flying by at such an alarming rate now. Even college day is over now. University really is going to be starting soon, but I somehow don't feel ready just yet.

Going down to Singapore over the weekend just makes me realise how much I miss my friends back there. Maria, I really need you here! I just can't shop without you! And we always have the craziest and funnest times together! I miss you so much! I guess going back won't be so bad after all as I have so many people that mean the world to me back there. The Brunch Bunch forever!

The Brunch Bunch at it's finest!

Brunch won't ever be the same again without the Brunch Bunch. All the jokes shared, honest Freudian slips and the good times.

When JC life gets harder, the Brunch Bunch get crazier!

We have the coolest of conversations. When I met up with Raksha and the others on Friday, I distinctly remember this conversation we had above so many other things.

It went something like this:

Raksha: I remember my brother asking me the stupidest question earlier today.

Kevin: What did he ask?

Raksha: He asked me (pauses for a few seconds for dramatic effect) "Why do girls complain when they're raped?"

Everyone else: WTF!!!

Raksha: (continuing) "... isn't it just surprise sex? Shouldn't they enjoy it?"

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I miss my dearest shopping buddy, and my brunch bunch. I really do. Who else talks about rape as surprise sex?

Uni is just going to be great with these people around and close by. I just know it.

Binary Therapy.

I never have been someone who lacks something to talk about. I'm quite the opposite - thoughts of all sorts, all colours and all shapes are whizzing around in that head of mine and I'm at a loss at what I should write about. There's just so much to say. About life, about people, about everything.

It's been quite some time since I last updated my blog. In these past couple of days there just has been so much going on - outings with dear old friends, meeting old teachers, the DJ prefects installation, music, and getting reacquainted with old fiction. There's just so much going on that I somehow just need some space to retreat into and just think.

I feel that finding your own space and musing on your private thoughts is something extremely underrated. I realized over the past few days that I really missed the hour or so I used to spend alone with my thoughts before I drift off to dreamland every night when I was still studying in DJ. That was so because my mother used to ask me to sleep early as I was still schooling.

When I went to Singapore and started keeping up obscenely late nights, I barely had any time for myself, my thoughts, because when I laid my head on my pillow, I was already dead tired and fell straight asleep.

Maybe that's why I want to travel so much, to go somewhere new, different, strange, and just find time for myself to just ponder over the wonder of my own existence. But strangely enough, I managed to rediscover that childlike wonder for the world and life that one beautiful night.

It was like an enlightenment of sorts. Suddenly I felt this divine light that engulfed my entire existence. It was a golden, calming warm light, and it made me realize that whoever we are, and however flawed we are, we're still part of God's divine light.

And that's more than reason enough to shine with all our might and light up this beautiful world and colour it with bedazzling thoughts worthy of the creator.