Zouk Is Out?

I’ve been to Zouk (and Phuture) for some partying on Good Friday, and I’m disappointed by the nightclub. There are mainly three types of clubbers: (1) The drinkers, (2) The dancers and (3) The pick-up artists. I belong to category two, the dancers. Let’s just say I’m a dancer who needs a lot of space and neither Zouk nor Phuture allows me to move. I would be satisfied to be able to move my legs a little but I was suffocating in a sea of grinding clubbers. I could only stand and rock my body awkwardly most of the time.  To add to the insult of the experience, the music wasn’t good. There were only ten-second snippets each of the choruses of ‘Just Dance’, ‘Pokerface’ and other club favourites. But allow me to...

Fantastic Friday At St James

I’m in love with Powerhouse at St. James. Though it has been two days, I still feel the music pounding and my body pulsates to the imaginary beats when I drift off to sleep. I was dancing all night with Ais and Mandy, and it was amazing to see them go crazy in heels. Throughout the night, I’d glance at a regular who caught my eye. I cannot attest enough at how I’d faint from the hotness. It made me feel both melancholic and high. Melancholic because I know it’d never happen. It was funny how both Ais and I occasionally stared at opposite directions, and we gave each other the knowing look. As a side note, the three of us (Ais, Mandy and I) are intimate friends. Despite having not seen each other for some time, we reconnected readily....