Thursday, December 4, 2008

Oh my god, it's been a totally busy fortnight, and damn, do I need my sleep. No rest for the wicked just yet though- I still have costumes to make and Christmas cards to make/send out and homework to finish before January rolls around. Whooey, some sort of holiday this is turning out to be- not that I can really complain, because it's half fun and games, and whatever work there is, isn't something I detest either. I just wish I could grab a bit of a break, but eh. I guess I'll have all the time in the world when school breaks for 'summer' vacation in May. Seriously man, THREE friggin' months of holidays. I can hold out.

Anyhoo, I took up jogging some time this week, after three years of non-regular exercise ever since I left secondary school, and surprise surprise- my stamina's better than when I was sixteen. Huh. I'm not even sure how it works, but I guess I've been more active lately. My sister and I are nowhere near 'fit' just yet (although she's running to achieve her bikini bod), but I think we're on the right track. D For one, we're running more consistently than in secondary school, and isn't secondary school when you're supposed to be more fit and all? I feel accomplished, but we'll see how long this streak of insanity lasts until I give up again.

I should stop being so horrible about exercise. Whatever happened to healthy living?

Oh, and anyway, last last Friday, I managed to snag an sms invite to Zirca, the new club in town. I've never been clubbing before, and my opinion has always been that clubbing is boring. I mean, I have better things to do, like sit at home and paint/draw, or write, or talk to friends and well- more productive things. In general. (Although I can't really say that reading fanfics and etc is productive, but whatever.) Zirca totally changed my opinion though- and I think Cynthia was a huge influence too.

Actually, without Cynthia, I probably might have never gone clubbing in my entire life. As it was, she organized a huge outing with the ex track team of our secondary school, but in the end, because everyone was broke, she shifted it to the 6th of Dec. I won't be attending that because meh, I'm broke.

But. Back to the clubbing thing.

Since I got the sms invite for free entry, I thought, what the heck, and threw myself headlong into it; I called Cynthia, only to get dragged into a fiasco involving wigs and thicker makeup than I usually wear (i.e. none) and clothes that I've always wanted to wear but don't because everyone else around me usually dresses so casually (we can't help it- we're sloppy designers/artists). I had some wigs from cosplay, so Cynthia picked up a neon-red one (don't ask really) and I wore a blond one. At first, I was kind of worried that blond would be too obvious, but when Cynthia's wearing neon red, I figured I couldn't really complain. And plus, she wanted to dress up as a trashy whore at first, but then we couldn't go that extreme, so she just went like a rock whore.

Rock whore is totally a profession btw.

Oh, and this is entirely unlikely, but we scoured Chinatown of all places to get Cynthia's stuff- and we found sequined tops, sparkly suspenders and hot pants at OG and People's Park. Dayumn. I mean, usually you think of Chinatown as fuddy-duddy and then suddenly you have these getai-esque clothes staring you in the face. We wanted to get a gold bra for her to wear inside her hoodie, but then it looked too trashy even for what she wanted to dress as, so we ditched that idea.

We tried to camwhore in the taxi, but it was way too dim, and our camwhoring skills sucked, so no photos there.

I was kind of nervous when we started queuing, but then the bouncer saw our wigs, and he was like "Hey I like that", and somehow I felt better. I mean, I don't really mind being outrageous, but somehow, wearing a wig to a club reeked of otaku-ism to me because I've always associated wigs with cosplay only, and I was tempted to cop out of my promise to Cynthia at first that I'd be crazy with her and wear wigs together. Fffft. And it helped that the door bitch who let us in was really pretty and nice.

Taken after the event.

I was totally impressed when I went into the club though, and kind of apprehensive at the same time. We met Cynthia's friend Skylar when we entered the club, and we walked around for a bit. Rebel and Yello Jello weren't open at that time yet, I think, so it was only the trance floor and the VIP rooms (which obviously we couldn't enter) that were open at that time. Still cool.

And ooooh, I squeed so bad at this. Fucking adorable please. <333 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v695/210/78/768042305/n768042305_1592436_6310.jpg">

Zirca has fucking awesome decor. I really love the concept of the place, the interior design and everything. They had a stage next to the dance floor, and there was a screen there that flashed LED lights in words- 'sexy', 'lick', 'caress', 'move', and etc. It was waaaay amusing.
The DJ, and the pink neon lights there are the LEDS flashing saucy words at the rest of the club. They weren't kidding when they said they were burlesque style too, btw, because. Just have a look at the female toilet.

I think it's just me, but I adore checkers like this. The colour seems a bit off here- it looks a little pinkish in the photo, but from what I remember, it was totally black/red.

Also, lazy to upload more photos, so this is the end of the photo spam- I've been writing this entry since the Monday after the event (i.e. I've been procrastinating for an entire fucking week), so I'm just going to zoom through the rest of the entry and my night.

Cynthia dragged me onto the dance floor because hell, I'd be one of the first people ever to admit that I can't really dance. But I saw some dorky people there, and no one was really looking at them, so I just joined in. :D It's always better to know that there are people worse than/the same as you, especially when it comes to something this public. Makes the whole experience more endurable.

The music was pretty awesome for the first part of the night, and it wasn't bad as time flew from 11 to 12 to 1. And OH. THE DANCERS. Fucking amazing pls. There were two bridges above the dance floor, and occasionally a couple of dancers would appear and move their way through the entire bridge, side to side. First up were some really hot ladies with huge feathery fans, and then there were guys in hiphop gear. They paraded on the stage too, and everytime the dancers did, the entire dance floor just stopped to gawk at them. Well, I mean they were still moving, obviously, but no one was really dancing anymore.

Stage: needs more sexay and appearances, kthx.

And that wraps up the thing- except for one last complain, which is mostly about the clubbers than anything else. Alright, I know it's common to see people snogging their hearts out and groping each other in clubs, but for a person who FUCKING DETESTS PDA? God. I almost never want to step into another club. Cynthia says there are other clubs whose patrons are way worse- like, she saw unclothed people before, but this is just. JFC. I saw this really cute guy who reminded me of Louis Garrel, but guess what. Do not need to see you playing tonsil-hockey with your girlfriend everytime I turned my head. I settled for turning to face the stage instead.

PDA. Ugh.

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