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Well, well, well! I knew I hadn’t written in a good long while, but that month and a half has gone by quickly! So, for the few people who had read my posts and had courageously chosen to follow, I sincerely apologise! And I won’t keep you waiting any longer: here it goes.

Opinions and critiques. We all have them, right? Despite whether you voice them or internalise them, everyone has an opinion, or thought. And that’s including in a totalitarian, mind-washed government too; I mean, even the brainwashed minions ‘believe’ their high-and-mighty to be the best. And I suppose being the highly-evolved animal with an ever-growing language really doesn’t stop this frighteningly rapid growth of voices.

Don’t get me wrong, by no means am I insinuating that opinions should be taken away, let alone the voice of an individual; I am one for equality as far as humanitarian rights go. But in the case of this post, I’m not going that deep – compared to what the world frets over, what I say and have said are miniscule and rather insignificant; just a vent of my opinion as to release even the slightest tension lingering in my mind.

Anyhow, let’s not get too side-tracked.

What I’m ranting on about, essentially, is over-opinion. That fine line between sharing an opinion, a subjective viewpoint in a matter-of-fact way, such that it almost seems objective, and the aggressive world of criticising and castigating. I’m not going to deny the fact that I myself have, in the past, indulged in watching the few people being told off in my life; it’s just the better-you-not-me world we live in, isn’t it? And at the time, of course we think that the ‘victim’ in the scenario deserves the wrath of so-and-so; but in retrospect, did they?

Like in the past, I look at things from a social media perspective, and for this, I derive my inspiration primarily from YouTube. Just like any other youth, I spend a noticeable time on the internet, and as part of this web-trip, YouTube is often on my itinerary. While many people utilise YouTube to search what humorous videos or what vulgar record of a celebrity have been uploaded, my predominant use is for looking up music. And in case you’re unfamiliar with that world on YouTube, let me tell you, there are a lot of opinion. ‘Fair enough’, I suppose, I mean, music is an art, and art is a medium for expression and perspective; it’s bound to conflict with some people, and the aim, to a certain degree, is to rouse discussion.

Discussion. You’d think that that wouldn’t be such a difficult task – just a matter of ‘I like this, because…’ or otherwise. But of course it isn’t as easy as that. It never is. Why? Back to the classic reason that the internet provides a physical barrier from those you attack; you throw a verbal punch and all you have to do is click that tiny little ‘x’ at the top of your screen to run away unscathed, and probably with a little bit of your resentment to the world gone.

Anyhow, what the main question is: why are all these people looking for fights? I simply do not understand this alpha-mentality, especially where people do not know nor care who you are. Sure, I get that people have resentment boiling and anger simmering from their day to day lives. We all do; some more so than others, but that again is subjective. But nonetheless, and I half-brag of this, gone out of my way simply to announce to the crowd that ‘my life is worse than yours. Pity me. Comfort me.’ or in this case ‘my life is worse than yours. So let me degrade yours so that mine becomes superior.’ Just a tip for those with this mind set: bringing down the world around you to make youself higher does not resolve matters; it makes everything worse. Sort of like when you’re eating ice cream out of the tub, where the ice cream’s societal ego – you keep eating away at it, and before you know it, you’re going to be living in an Orwell-style dystopia with Room 101’s down every corridor.

Do you know what is the annoying trend, though? That all these arguments are instigated because these people who dislike whatever they’re watching choose to comment. I’m not discouraging sharing of opinion in a passive manner, but to all those people who outspokenly say they hate this and hate that, why? No one asked you to watch this video, let alone finish watching it if you don’t like it so much. Either say something in an unobtrusive manner, click the dislike button, or simply walk away altogether. Showing every other internalising individual that this medium can be used for pouncing on faceless individuals is, I’m only guessing, not the reason that the internet was created for.

This being said, these over-enthusiastic lovers and fans are a bit too much. The only reason I haven’t been tearing into them as I have been with the put-downers is the fact that, although bordering scary, their comments are of encouragement. On which note, to the dislikers: discouraging people doesn’t make them any better at what they do; if you want them to get better, they have to practise and be motivated, you see? Anyhow, just as a piece of advice, as much as I can appreciate your appreciation for so-and-so, think before you submit, and consider whether you’re making yourself an easy target, because depending on the comment, many by-standers may think that you have very well deserved the wrath.

So yeah, the moral of the story: critiquing and sharing opinion is fine, but be social conscious in that you consider whether you’re being imposing, whether it be in the form of love or hate, and to stop using the internet as a guise to over-indulge on your suppressed emotions. Go outside. Make friends. Share your opinions privately with them.

Thanks for reading,


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Hey, hey!

So, let me just start off by apologising for the lack of posts in the past… Month or so, I think? Anyhow, just like the very next person, I have had things needing to be attended to; whether willingly or not is another matter, however. As a sum-up, since my last post, I’ve had university examinations (so much fun…) for 2-3 weeks, had gone on holidays with my friends for a week, and after a week-and-a-half of chilling, sleeping, and working, here I am. Anyhow, hope you’ve been well, everything fine-and-dandy; let us get started!

Let’s blame a disrupted sleeping pattern, a semester of brain-wrenching university, 6 months of emotionally-exhaustive work and a splash of stress from day-to-day life, but my God… I think this year has made me a little bitter, to say the least! And why must I start off with this weak justification for my so-called ruthlessness? Because I am here today to rant about friends.

Now, now, don’t get me wrong, I beg of you, because I’d even go as far as to say that I am more reliant on my friends than I am on my family. As unfortunate as that sounds, it is the truth, but in all honesty, it’s not all that bad – I mean, many of us consider our closest friends to be ‘family’ anyway. And I love them most dearly, but that isn’t to say that at times, it feels as though they are intentionally trying to wear me down.

For this post, I’m going to go into a little bit of personal context to illustrate where ‘it’ had all begun; so let us get settled, because I’m not sure about you, but I can feel a rather ‘extensive’ post coming up!

So, our story evolves around the friendship group, predominantly consisting of high school friends – I’m sure you all know what I mean; there’s always that ‘general’ group of friends, let’s say maybe 20 or so people? And within that group, there are smaller groups of more tightly knit friends of around 5.

From the general group, a girl organised to go out for her birthday. Sounds good, yeah? I mean, a typical birthday plan for people our age, right? The problem was that the girl in question was, well, a little questionable in character. Unfortunately, she was the girl who had drunk too much at parties during school, as she’d start off drinking a few to fit in, before getting out of hand. She wanted to be liked – understandable, I mean, it was high school. And on top of that, she… wasn’t necessarily sexually ‘active’ (at this point at least), per say, but was… let’s say an eager young lady… And leave it at that for now. Continuing on. At this stage she was single.

Now, the general group was happy to go out for her birthday despite perceptions. To the evening’s events, a closer friend of mine had decided to invite a fellow from primary school along – he’d moved back in our area after leaving at the end of primary school. Seems like a nice opportunity to meet new people and make some friends. Great. So summarise, after that evening, the fellow and the birthday girl had become a couple. Cute.

For the next few months, everything was quiet. Until the girl went overseas for her gap year with a few other members of the general group, leaving this poor fellow back home. After under a week or so, they had broken things off, and the birthday girl had disconnected her Facebook (without warning) and was free to ‘meet’ new people on her trip, despite being with friends…

By this time, the fellow has joined a smaller group of closer friends, and simultaneously was broken-hearted, meaning the ex was a repeated conversation topic. Anyhow, still, this was fine – he was just getting over things, and it was just him talking, and it was going to pass. But wait for it. Come New Year’s Eve… At the end, we go our separate ways to find our way home in small groups. This fellow and a girl from the small group he had joined have a one-nighter… Then all hell breaks loose what with ‘betrayal’ and a lot of anger being thrown around into a tumultuous hurricane of emotions. Bad thing: well, what I’d just mentioned. Good thing: I was not directly involved (but that isn’t to say that this was not a recurring conversation topic).

A couple of months passed, and things gradually started to calm down. Of course, everyone knew of the events which had occurred. Then the aforementioned small group goes camping; optimistic, eh? Myself and several others were invited as well, but looking at the tense situation, as well as the fact that this camping trip was a thing which that small group did yearly and we didn’t want to ring-in, we declined the offer. Except one. This one was from my close circle of friends, and no offence, but lacks social ‘consciousness’ – blind to the fact that he may be ringing-in and unaware of the rest of our hesitancy, he goes along. Anyhow, the fellow and another member, although not all the way, did hit it off. Well, that just fed more kindle to that fire from hell, didn’t it? On the plus side, that ‘fling’ wasn’t a one-off, and they’re a couple.

Anyhow, my point is, being somewhat attached to these events is exhausting, and is frustrating to deal with to say the least, especially when you’re trying to organise group events and not do anything which can be perceived as ‘favouritism’.

But those events aren’t my only concern. But the other concerns have sprouted from these… Here’s the briefing:

The fellow’s girlfriend is a good friend of mine, however, since leaving school, she has seemed to prioritise things in such a way that I am feeling that I am being taken granted of – treated more so as a back-up friend where I am more relied to be there simply when she can find no one else

The guy who had tagged along to the camping trip (the ‘ring-in’), ever since the trip, has basically taken the aforementioned girl from me; it annoys me simply because I don’t want to be that selfish person, but I feel as though he, having no social awareness, has just pushed me aside and taken that friend from me, which, from my perspective is selfish. What makes it worse is that this is not the first time it has occurred. Which ultimately leads to me questioning why I cannot seem to ‘keep’ these friends… And I cannot ask him to back away, because that is simply more selfish and unreasonable. Ugh, thanks for that… This friend also does not now how to prioritise his friends – or more that he prioritises explicitly which is inappropriate, especially when his girlfriend is involved and she is clearly placed lower than his other friends, and frequently ‘joking’ how attractive his girlfriend’s younger sister is in front of the said girlfriend.

People (besides the guy above) are still aggressive and bitter towards the ‘newly’ formed couple

I have friends who have basically detached themselves since leaving school; I can understand the wanting to meet knew people and exploring new places and ideas, but (not caring that I am sounding selfish anymore) I don’t think it is fair to be simply ignored or avoided or under-prioritised because there are ‘new’ people. I think I wouldn’t be complaining about this if they’d gone to the effort to at least respond to messages, or decline with regret and promises of catching up

And in general, I despise it when friends:

– Suddenly stop replying to text messages, especially when you’re trying to organise something, and all you’re after is a yes or no

– All of a sudden cancel on you with a lack of proper apology or legitimate excuse

– Respond to events with ‘maybe’, simply because they want to see if they get a better offer – which I find rude, and do not appreciate being treated as a last resort; I would rather someone decline because they did not like the plans themselves

– People complain about certain topics or people, and when you (for that said person – often because they had asked you to) bring this topic up for discussion in open either do not support you in what you’re saying (because of others present), or give non-definitive responses as to protect themselves; both of these essentially resulting in myself being shoved under the bus. Fun

– Friends who aren’t your closest friends who make assumptions on situations (e.g. on events which had occurred), or myself or my friends, as if they know better than you do; I’m not trying to sound self-righteous here, but I’m sure we have all been there when someone has made unwarranted comments on something you’re sure that you know more about, whether it be because you were there when whatever event took place, or because you have known someone for longer than him/her

– Even within smaller groups, anything mentioned can easily be contorted, disfigured and manipulated, so that there is always someone who is an antagonist; who’s to blame in the end? You, of course, because you started it all by recounting your weekend

– Friends who complain about something, but do nothing to rectify this; this especially frustrates me when I have been elected to organise something because no one else wanted to, and come the event, the attendees complain about how everything had been managed, despite not having helped in any way or mentioned anything during the organising process about points you didn’t like

I understand that after this post, you must all think that I am the most selfish person as far as friendships go… But I think it was worth is – I mean, I got to vent, I know that that isn’t the case, and those of you who read this and myself don’t know each other anyhow! And you must also think that I am some sort of over-clingy individual who leeches on people who don’t want to be my friend… But I assure you that many of the people (both mentioned and not mentioned) are my friends – I was just having an aggravating day, and was merely picking at the little bits and pieces. And don’t be on your high horse and say you don’t have even one thing that doesn’t annoy you about many of your friends – friends aren’t necessarily someone who you think is 100% perfection, but are people who have flaws which can be easily looked over because the qualities you love are undeniably greater than these so-called flaws.

Anyhow, I’m knackered, so off I go. I feel like this was a somewhat underwhelming post, so I apologise for that. I’ll try and post more soon. Thanks, and goodnight!


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Hey, hey, hey! And I’m back again; lucky you!?

So, like every other time, let’s get to it with today’s topic: Facebook.

What’s Facebook? If you don’t know in the infinitesimally small probability that you’re unaware of what ‘this’ is, to sum things up, it is a social networking site, where individuals are able to set up profiles from which they are able to ‘add’ other profiles (and thus individuals) as ‘friends’, ultimately enabling each other to communicate with one another on a personal (via messages) and, on a more prominent, public (status updates as to what you’d like all your ‘friends’ to know, photos you have uploaded, and things you like). It is a highly evident and prominent site, at least in Western culture, where every needs to know when, where, how, who with, and why things are happening.

Like the next person, I myself have a Facebook account, and somewhat sheepishly admit that I do use it daily (in conjunction with emails, YouTube, Wikipedia etc., but to a lesser extent). The problem of the day is not in itself, Facebook, but what I have essentially brought upon myself.

I don’t know about you, but I find that many of us have those few people on our Facebook as our ‘friends’, who are basically people you “know” – by that, I mean you know of them, I suppose; besides their birthdays which Facebook informs you of or their weekend shenanigans, once again posted on Facebook, you know little else about their existence, besides the fact that they have entered your life (regardless of its minimal impact) – but in reality, as mean as it sounds, you have limited care for.

Most of the time, these people don’t bother you; they just live their lives, you live yours, and on the rare occasion, you get an insight into one another’s life thanks to this site. But there’s always a but, isn’t there? There are those fewer people, who frustrate you. Annoy you. Rattle you to the bones. These facts don’t matter, you still have them on Facebook, and being so lazy that you’re unable to simply click a few buttons to ‘un-friend’ these people, you retain them, and get aggravated later on.

How, though; or more or less, why? I’ll tell you why. These people are the ones who over-post. By that, I mean they take advantage of their ability to ‘status update’, but they take that up a notch. Frequent doesn’t even come close in describing how often they post. So, that’s strike one, yeah? The fact that, yes, I have these people on Facebook does mean I am interested in their lives and events. But this is to a certain extent. And the numerous times they post in a day is just too much.

What makes things that much ‘better’ is the content of what they post: utterly useless and questionable. When I say questionable, it’s more so in the context of ‘why? Nobody cares…’. For instance, people who have connect their InstaGram with their Facebook (which is great isn’t it? Enabling these people to share even more than they do now?). It was not until these last few months that I realised that I have a real and immense passion for looking at photography of your lunch. I mean, sometimes, the food does actually look quite nice – I’ll admit that, but besides the possible reason that it was a special occasion and the food is actually something to be gobsmacked about, why share it? This just leads up to people thinking it’s alright to take photos of their McDonalds. There’s no novelty in these photos. Alternatively, there are the few, despite living in the same area as you, think that you are, for some dumbfounded reason, unaware of the weather. For those people, I am fortunate enough that I live in a house with windows; you know those clear, glass panes in the facet of my house – yeah, the way if you don’t have curtains, you can see what’s inside the house? Well, people inside the house can look outside as well. Strike two.

My last ‘little bit’ (mainly because I am exhausted) are the hypochondriacs. You know, those people who are adamant that they have something wrong with themselves, despite being in perfect (or as normal as one can be) physical condition. Or alternatively, those people who are constantly victimising themselves, whether explicitly or implicitly. I mean, if you were to do it on the very rare occasion, so, if you having a complaint or saying something was wrong wasn’t the norm, I think I would be at least slightly sympathetic. But guys… If it’s a daily matter, I’m going to go beyond not giving the slightest of cares. It actually becomes a burden, and sometimes, it even provides me with a good laugh. For one, many of you cannot be sick with the ‘flu’ that often. As far as physical ‘norms’ go, it’s not possible. You’re either exaggerating your situation (sneezing because of a bit of dust does not mean you’re sick), or you’re actually sicker than having the flu, so you need to see a specialist. As for the predominant portion of ‘you’, stop complaining (ironic, I know), especially in ways which obligate those who ‘care’ to ask you “what’s wrong babe?”. Like, for example, saying something along the lines of “I’ve had it. I’m over it. I don’t care anymore.”, or “why do people say so-and-so to people like me, but then completely ignore what others are doing?”. Oh. My. God. You’re probably making these situations up in your mind, because these things cannot occur this frequently to you, and hopefully, society has enough decency to be above what you’re making it out to be. I’m no Dr. Phil, but I’m almost certain that your outlook on your day, let alone your life, truly affects how the events of your life impact you – go into it negatively and self-‘victimisingly’, and you will end up coming out of it the same or even worse. And for those few people who apparently have good intentions by asking what’s wrong with them, in many of these cases, they’re just after attention. Do not feed the animals will be the principle. I mean, if it seems serious, by all means intervene and make sure they’re alright, but most of the time, it’s not. So, don’t comment, and maybe in the delightfully hopeful future, they will one day stop.

That’s all for now, folks; will chat with you soon, I’m sure!


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Hello to all ‘my peeps’ out there! lol jokes, I’m just talking to myself… Again… Awkward!

Anyhow, new post, new topic! Let’s begin.

So, it is needless to say that we live in a, still fairly new, technological age, where we are all (in at least one form or another) dependent on technology. And one of the benefits and hindrances is the accessibility of information. As far as this post is concerned, I won’t get into the undeniable fact that this accessibility has invasive and frightening affects – I’ll leave that for another time; so, right now, I’m referring to the way we utilise technology in the form of computers, laptops, iPads etc. to access the internet in order to find out more and acquire more knowledge. In that sense, that’s fine – I mean, we all adapt and keep up with the pace of the world.

But with that being said, I am, to a certain extent, slightly traditional in that, I ‘enjoy’ going to the library. I like the fact that it doesn’t hurt my eyes to read what’s in front of me, and the touch and smell that emanate from the pages and ink; I enjoy the peace in which you’re able to disconnect from the hustle and bustle of the corporate world, and just dive into your thoughts, or get that last bit of work done and dusted to achieve that sense of satisfaction – you know, that feeling when you know you no longer have those few things you need to complete before being able to completely immerse yourself into relaxation mode.

For those who aren’t really familiar with the library, I think they’re subject to negative preconceptions regarding libraries. Yes, we’re in the technological age, but that, by no means, prevents new books from being printed, and therefore, the books contained within the library are not all out of date. If anything, you’re probably more likely to find out of date works on the internet – at least with the books, they tell you who published it and when to qualify its reliability. Also, the library is not all strict, prissy little ladies who hush and reprimand you for every audible sound you utter; on the contrary, I find that the majority are sociable, and somewhat laid back.

But here’s the problem: the library actually isn’t strict enough.

As mentioned earlier, I like the peacefulness of the place. I can get things done – there’s a lack of distractions, and the atmosphere of the place is supposed to motivate you to study and work. This isn’t a social watering hole. On numerous occasions have I been at the library where there have been clusters of students who are supposedly ‘studying’ for their exams… With their friends. Just to let you know, I’m practically certain that what ‘controversial’ events that the other people in your year got up to last Friday night will not be in your upcoming Biology exam. Just call it instinct. And I’m also pretty sure that no one else in the library really cares to hear of it either. No offense, though. Anyhow, if you’re simply here for a social session, why not spend it outside? The sky is blue, the birds are singing – let the outside world enjoy your company, instead of having a hissy when the few people around you give you frustrated glares and exasperated sighs.

On the topic of the above, sure, you obviously have the right to use the computers for your study. But don’t claim to study and then log into Facebook, then go on to talk to each other about what you read. And on top of that, make sure you don’t post status updates on Facebook, whether it be serious or sarcastic, about how productive you are being, because I can assure you, beside the few people who are apparently daft enough to take that bait of yours, no one else really cares, and they are more or less complaining about you.

I’m subject to listening to my iPod more often than not while I study. It just helps me to disconnect from the rest of the library, that’s all – I know that it probably isn’t beneficial as far as studying effectively goes, but it’s just what I do. So with respect to that, I’m fine with other people listening to their iPods or whatever musical device they use; I can’t see why many people would be opposed to that, except for its probable effects on studying. But I’m pretty sure there is a problem when I can most definitely hear what your listening to over what I’m listening to and the general noises within the library. And of course, the frequent perpetrators of this are those who enjoy listening to the loudest and most aggressive of music. People, we’re not in your bedroom; nor did I ask if I could share one of your earphones as to listen to what your favourite song is. Also, I can’t imagine being deaf at the age of 20 is on anybody’s bucket list. So for the love of God, turn your music down!

Ok, even though the post is still an essay and a half like usual, my next point is going to be my last since I should be studying… Awkward, again.

My final point is for those who seem to think bringing in hot or noisy food is all right. Now, don’t get me wrong, I admit that I have brought food into the library before – even, to be a hypocrite, some hot food, but that was when I was younger, and stupid. Oh, so stupid. Anyhow, nowadays, if I do choose to smuggle a few snacks here and there into the library for a much needed energy boost, I make sure that it is something that people cannot hear me eat, and also that they cannot smell my food. I think that’s fair, especially since I’m not touching any of the books in the library or the computers after eating – more often than not, I’d be reading my study notes or typing away on my laptop. But I guess not everyone can be as conscientious as me (lol). For instance, just a few days ago, I was studying away at a desk near the computers, all the other spaces having been taken. First off, there are these few people to my left who are adamant t chat away every so often. Second off, no one in the computer section seemed to have come accustomed with the invention called the earphones, or the mute button on the computers – I swear, each individual was guilty of playing something on YouTube or a site out loud before realising everybody could hear everything, at least once each. But then, one lady walks in. She sits down at a computer – all okay at the moment. But then, she unzips her backpack, then unleashes her paper bag of fast food which she had bought moments before from the shop across the road. For the next fifteen minutes, as I was trying to read my textbook, all I could hear was her crunching her paper bag and paper wrappings as loudly as her fists could manage, and smell the odorous wafts of her food. I don’t know whether she thought she was being cunning and sly as she sat at the computer behind a wall, hiding her from the front desk, but she was, by all means, not subtle at all! And once she had completed her meal, she continues to use the computer.

So, basically, I just find that despite the library having a reputation for being a place to accommodate learning and studying, much of its users are not being respectful for those who intend to use it just for that. It’s rude and inconsiderate, and if so many people are wanting a social hub, then the government should invest in that.

That’s it. Simply.

Thanks guys, got to go now!


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Let’s get this metaphorical ball rolling with another rant, shall we? So, my topic this time is going out; but more specifically, going out to clubs.

So, like many of the (but not restricted to) youth out there, I enjoy going out with friends. But look, there are some problems with this. “Unfortunately” for me and the minority of you out there, I cannot tolerate the devil’s nectar, alcohol, very well. As far as I’m concerned (and I suppose this is my blog, after all…), I don’t get tipsy or become overly enthusiastic with a sip or two, then blank out the rest of the evening like some traumatic event, with only a raging headache and several questionable cuts and bruises as I wake up on my windowsill, apparently having tried to sneak in (I assure you this has not happened; I mean, I live on the 2nd storey, so as fun a story as this would be to tell, I can’t happen… Or can it?).

No. This is not my case. What happens is after a mere two, or even one drink, I start to feel queasy. Not cool, guys. Not cool. So, essentially, this means that I can’t fully enjoy being inebriated as much as my friends can. Don’t take me for a fool, though, guys. By no means am I the type of person that would go out every night to wake up hung-over every morning even if I could; I just wish that I could join in on the fun at times, you know? Basically, I get to experience the first drink as the same as everyone else, then on the infinitesimally rare occasion, I’m “privileged” enough to skip the fun, careless few hours to immerse myself in the guy-I-don’t-feel-so-good minutes of the evening. I also sheepishly admit that I want to at least experience a hangover at least once, which, I regretfully add that in this world of ours, has in a sense become a coming-of-age ritual.

Anyhow, there’s more. This section, I don’t think would be overly affected whether or not I was able to drink: the club scene. Despite my “condition”, I have been clubbing. I enjoy it to a certain extent – but I feel like that’s not saying much, right? I mean, as long as I have a few of my closer friends with me, I’m happy to go wherever (within reason, of course!). I like the feeling of the bass thundering in my rib cage, the way fireworks do, and just immersing myself in the situation. However, there are a few things. Like the ratio of drinks actually drunk, to the amount of drinks that’s actually spilled. And knowing my luck, on me. People, I understand that you want to dance. I understand that you want to drink. But don’t dance while your drunk and drinking, because something is going to go down if you do. Which leads me to my next point.

Sticky floors. I might as well be walking through tar, just saying. I can almost hear the sickly peeling of the soles of shoes from the once-dry floor, as the half-dried drinks cling onto my feet. Just a small thing that gets to me. Will this ever be fixed. Probably not. Damn.

Then there’s the sweat. It’s natural, I get it. People are drinking and dancing. I get it. But I don’t know, I think the only place that I’d ever imagined that I’d accept 12 other people’s sweat to slobber over me simultaneously would have been at a music concert of some sort, in the sun and all of us singing along, you know? Not from that dirty-looking 20-year-old-wannabe who had been grinding up some poor girl who wore a highly minimalistic outfit for the past half-hour, smelling of vodka and something else suspicious.

Now, it’s a little bit of a double standard (but you know what, we all do it, so why stop with me?), but as much as I enjoy the music pumping and pounding, at the same time, when I go out with friends… I don’t know, I guess I enjoy talking to them? I mean, you don’t make plans for the weekend to ‘see’ each other, only to literally, see each other, then talk to them again next week to plan the same thing, right? Or is that just my friends and I? Then as the night goes on, feeling your voice slowly die away; you can feel that roughness in your throat, throttling. But despite that, you fight on. And it doesn’t stop when you leave the club either; your club-induced deafness also makes you continuously speak as loud as you can to your friends for the rest of the evening, even in the cab ride home, when they’re literally 20cm away from you.

Then there’s the overly-drunk people, which you can only enjoy if you’re almost, if not equally, drunk as them. For a while, it’s entertaining with a hint of sympathy. But then they see you. But you’re paralysed. And before you know it, you’re surrounded. And from personally experience, drunk people do not have a sense of personal space (as illustrated by that dodgy, Mr. Grind from before). Thank you stranger, I appreciate having you face so close to mine, that your tongue could probably reach my face from where you are. Just please don’t choose now of all times to up-chuck your night over onto my shoes. Thanks.

As the night ends, there’s the inevitable travel back home, more often than not in a cab. But before you can go, you need to see who’s actually coming with you, and who’s staying to slay the dance floor some more. After, you say your goodbyes; some awkward, some pointless as some won’t even remember this exchange, and a few sincere. Trudge along the main road for a few minutes, seeing your competition, all seeking that one cab at the end of the road. But somehow, you and your friends manage to hail it down; winning. As claustrophobic as it can get, you’d prefer to sit in the back with your friends, to spend the few remaining moments of their alertness before getting drowsy to engage in a few conversation topics. But no, you somehow get pushed to the front seat, sitting next to what happens to be a non-native-English-speaking chap who is blasting something immensely foreign to you in attempt to drown the awkwardness that’s clearly draped between you two.

The last few moments of the evening is made up of the fumbling of payment for the cab; one or two people always pay for it, then we always split it to pay back later, which never comes; the walking home of the still tipsy ones home, who are adamant that they’re ‘fine’ despite their ability walk in a steady, straight line. Then, the aftermath. Where all that comes up in conversation and Facebook are incriminating photographs, silly little in-jokes, and the guilt of who did the most stupid act of the night.

I’m sure if I were able to drink and participate, my point of view would be different, but I can’t, therefore it’s not, and hence, I am here. Complaining. Again.

Talk to you guys soon, I’m sure.



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