So, imagine how monkey crazy happy I was when I managed to con Suan into bringing me along to her friend's birthday bash . My FIRST time at The Loft! Oh what fun!
[Let's pretend that I have a very very nice picture of the Loft's entrance right here]
If I had to describe how The Loft was in 2 words it would've been, fanfuckingtastically awesome. The place was did up very pretty, pretty, pretty (I've run out of adjectives). And ANY club with an elevated catwalk with psychadelic lighting is way up there in my AWESOME LIST together with gummy bears and stationery shops. And there's definitely good ventilation going on there because I could breathe and breathing is like the MOST important thing in your life. FOR your life.
AND OH MY GOD THERE'S A PROPER DANCE SPACE.
The thing about Malaysian Clubs is that they don't have proper dance floors anymore. They ( the evil people managing clubs) must've figured that the cash cows are the drinking cows. Not the dancing ones. So they squeeze in as MANY miniature teeeeny tiny tables on the dance floors, give you NO chairs, and expect everybody to drink, stand, and dance on the same 2X2 centimeter square personal floor space. Ridiculous.
Evil blood sucking soundrels from hell.
So The Loft had a decent dancing space and I was insanely happy!!!!!!!! So happy that I feel compelled to put in extra exclamation marks!!!!!!!!
[Pretend I have an amazing picture of The Loft's interior here with the colourful lights, the sofas, and everything.]
The DJ was KICKASS. No overplayed "hiphop RnB" bullshit like we hear on every radio station every hour and at every OTHER clubs at KL. It was ALL fast dance music. This DJ is GOD. PLEASE MAKE HIM RESIDENT DJ FOREVER AMEN.
ANOTHER TRILLION POINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[... And of course a picture of the DJ doing his thing. He's caucasian, btw.]
I was googling for the name of the DJ and even for more information on The Loft - got nothing. But I found a decent write-up about the Loft HERE.
There was this guy, who looked like he was bald by choice, who came up to me and said " FIREANGEL?". And I'm like, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" And he's like "@#$&@^$0573". He mentioned his name twice, but for the life of baby pandas I really couldn't hear jackschitt from all the loud music. And my name is NOT June or whatever. Geezus. Keep track of the chicks you meet, man. :)
Okay, I need to know something. What are YOUR reasons to go clubbing? The whole POINT of me going to club is to DANCE, DRINK, and MAKE MERRY. This obviously does NOT include STANDING AROUND like fucking STATUES gawking at other people and TAKING UP SPACE. THIS IS NOT THE PLACE FOR YOU TO DO THAT. THIS AIN'T NO MUSUEM OF CONTEMPORARY ART. GET THE FUCK OUT. They weren't even DRINKING for fuck sakes you know? Shit.
And if you're ON the dance floor? DANCE. If you're not going to dance? GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE DANCE FLOOR ASSHOLES. Kanineh really too much man some lanjiaus.
[Pretend it's a picture of Takeshi Kaneshiro here. And why not? He's hot.]
Another thing? Like dudes, seriously, if you have even the slightest ounce of dignity, stay AWAY from any elevated platforms. Ditto poles. Or any cages. NO. It is NEVER a good idea. Be a man. Say NO.
I don't know why just I went off into a rant, AGAIN.
Though we didn't drink as much as we hoped we would, it was still a great night out. There was GREAt music and there was PLENTY dancing. And I was happier than a python after swallowing a whole adult buffalo for sure. YEAY! Happy happy HAPPY! Can you NOT tell I love dancing? Muahaha! Thanks Suan!
I stole some pictures from Suanie because I didn't take any pictures of my own as I can't afford ia camera phone with my pay-by-grains-of-sand salary.
I heart Suanie.
And her friends thought that she was a lesbian. HO HO!
I really ought to stop doing that L thing. It's so overdone. I need a new cheesy pose. Argh look at how high my forehead is. People with high foreheads are supposed to be intelligent. But THIS. IS. NOT. TRUE. AT. ALL. My forehead and I can attest to that.
Hot Birthday Girl.
We bought the birthday girl a Flaming. After she sipped up the whole thing she was like all "THIS IS MY FAVOURITE DRINK!". Fastforward 30 minutes, the GLASS table broke, the glasses were smashed, and EVERYTHING ended on the floor in pieces! Hehehe.
Birthday girl was pretty! I envy girls who have that natural ability to dress up and splash their faces with colors to look all nice. Everytime I try doing that, I end up looking like a one week old rotting clown corpse. It's worse without makeup though.
Oh, and another thing:
A person who is constantly high
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