a Journey

I think the best clubbing outings are when I can lose myself and just live for the moment, sans the stupifying effects of alochol. And last night, was such a night.

The night shone because of the warm-glow that came from the camaraderie of friends who've learnt to love each other for the good, and sometimes ugly moments (wei qi mo kok :P). 

We rawked, because the club became our personal bedroom, and we danced like no one was looking.

Danced for ourselves the way we do in our dreams, danced so hard so we won't forget that night, danced a song as a tribute to friendship, danced our dreams, danced and jived to remind ourselves of our strength, danced to acknowledge our fears.

Variations of the chicken dance, rockstar wannabe guitar strumming and 70's a-go-go. At one point in time, I remember us looking at the podium and (we did try) dancing along.

Whatever it was, we danced.

And the dance didn't stop even though we left the club. We danced, the darkness away. :)