reverse osmosis

ah well. mambo was so bloody fun. it was really great. funny. to see vincent at his mambo best, it was mindless juvenile fun that i had dancing to mindless songs. those pple on the podium were synchronising their dance moves. that were more para-para than dancing. but who cares. it was funny. fun. and well. i got to de-stress. but one thing that baffles me is how bad i felt after that. i could not exactly walk straight. and for once vincent had to 'nurse' me when i stopped the cab we were in to puke twice. i was not exactly gone. pple thought i was ok until i started throwing up lumps of dunno what. and i din have a lot to drink. maybe i was just too tired from the late hours i have been clocking at work. i had to work on a public holiday today. i was late, coz i was kindda hung-over. ah well. still struggling to reconcile the fact that i am having fun. but it's fun that i know perhaps i should not be having given the fact that i am christian and stuff.

it's even more startling considering that i was super anti clubbing when vincent and the guys started clubbing. but when i started at NYE@Expo just this past new year's eve. i was kindda hooked. i tried it a couple of times but it was then that i really enjoyed myself. i guess i know i go there just to loosen up. i dun go there for the girls. i was never really into ogling at them. i definitely dun go there for drinks and stuff. so i struggle to identify clubbing as being not good for me. it's really quite shocking for pple who know me to know that i have actually quite taken to going to zouk and stuff. but i guess it's all about going there knowing what intents u have.