alright kiddo, tell me, what’s the point of you out every single weekend, wasting your life in the clubs, partying like you’ve never partied before, getting wasted, and getting humped, well, once in a while. if you don’t even know what’s the point of partying? or put it this way, the meaning of clubbing and partying. most of the time, i think i can conclude a so called “procedure” out of the clubbing culture in KL:
- get dressed either to kill or simply to stand out of the crowd
- hit the latest, most happening, most packed club
- either discuss how much the bottles will cost a party of X number of people at the entrance, or simply gather around the entrance and wait for someone to bring them in FOC, or act friendly with the staffs at the entrance so they would let you in sine you’re a regular.
- got in, get to the table, drink a couple of neat or on the rock as greetings
- camwhore
- hit the dance floor
- got tired, get back to the table and drink a few more glasses, camwhore again
- goto the washroom
- get back to table, more camwhoring
- drink till the last drop and get wasted
- get laid, or head home to post the camwhore pictures online
can you read if there’s any point up there? honestly, i don’t…. yet, you can repeat that weeks after weeks.. wow..
once, there’s this fella from UK on exchange program in my university told me about something which totally changed my point of view towards clubbing on weekends. from then on, clubbing gives me a totally new meaning. because it means appreciate the club and the music, knowing who the DJs are and what tunes they play, joining the correct crowd, sipping the alcohol, understand the groove and trends, last but not least, learn about the culture.
Party people, wake up… hit the club and make some noise, it’s weekend !
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