a thing for elevated ground

my feet are sore from dancing in heels, my ass is sore from shitting, my ears are sore from the pounding music that is still reverberating. life couldn't be better.

first of all, many sorries to my best friend miss cheang yit ling michelle, though she won't read this. i love you many and i apologise for not meeting you today cause my head is killing me. i promise i will hug you and give you much love and buy you a drink and sing you a song the next time we meet. i love you.

secondly, i have never danced so much and so long on a podium and zouk's platform is freaking high and only on a single sip of long island. yes only 1 sip of alcohol and i promptly go mad, fetch the mind doctors please. and i regretfully recall many moments when i try to attract attention. BA HA HA it is both nauseating and releasing.

OI CHENGS where are you. we go dense dense when you are back, i tell you it will be ten thousand times funner than it ever was. i love you too.

enhui, please stop me if i attempt to seduce anyone the next time we club, it is just embarrassing. i love you.

mingyang, get your fatass back to singapore NOW. like NOW THIS MOMENT. you love me.

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i still want to dance. i do not give a shit as to whether clubbing is considered cool or not i just want to dance and i want to watch people who enjoy dancing, dancing. this can be such a simple and wonderous totaliness world, we just dance dance our nights our woes our tears away, life doesn't get any better than this.

i think i like flirting, yayness to me! should i attempt any such slappable endeavours in your prescence pray give me a hug or something. cause we all need some loving. yay. shits to all the challenging deep debatable confusing frightening heavy thoughts, loves to dance and fluff and all things mindless. i love love love and i love. loves