Saturday, February 19, 2005

i told my mon hermano that i need my money back. i know i need some money so that i can hit the floor tonight. u cant go without any bucks of money in ur pockets if u want to hip the night. i say, it must not be in the club, well...i never spend any bucks of money in a club, the drinks there are way expensive, except if u know some guys there who will give u free drinks. and except if the club is a cheap one where a regular drinks will only cost u like two third of the hippest club in town's price.
well, my brother is not a party junkie, but he plays in a band that belongs to the life like this in particular. so night life is not escaping from mine and his life. both of us has our own plan that night. its friday night, what else can happen? its like many of those club songs that runs in the hip hop and RnB tunes. dress like you will die tomorrow, and lose ur self like there is no tomorrow. life is a heluva moment dude. hahahahahah. my brother is going to play with his band in one dreadful club in town. never wonder though why him and his band ended there this far. he said that the management would shift the image of that place. imagine a place where go go dancers, kinky guys, almost-bitch-whore on sights, and pimp daddy all around. yea. not a kind of club i dare to step my feet into. so out of my dictionary.
mine is another rave scene called SonicWave. yeahh. featuring a dj plays in the range of progressive trance. well, the night was wholy belong to the rave. the top 40s is somewhere out there now, though i still can groove myself with any club songs. we started like 11pm and ended dreadfully at 3. ougghh...my record is unbeatable. the first time i went to that so called cool club with sandra we came at 10 and died gracefully with a soaking shirts, dark eyes, and soar feet at 4. sigh. rrrhhhaaaaaaaaggghhhh. and now. the djs spin like crazy. and the ultimate show belongs to the trance scene. he was so wicked that i could not stop moving. i dont take pills guys. so i was imagening what will happen to those who take pills and they dance on my floor. shits. dont think about it. those kinda guys are party pooper.



anyway, i went last nite with sandra-of course-my club partner in crime sister, tyo, and memes. well memes is an average clubber and she was starting her stardom. hahaha. and tyo was a surprising one. he has the endurance dude. may be its because that was his first time. my first time was unstopable and i could dance any movements in my thoughts. last night i was a bit losing my groove dude.
oyeah. some party poopers tored the night with crime. they fought each other. i almost got hit by a glass of beer and a girl got cut on her neck by the same glass i guess. yes, i am not kidding dude.she was bleeding.
in the end, the tiring night ended at 3. the party continued to a 24hour lounge on the east. we laid like hopeless brat there until 6 in the morning. i messaged my bro and he met me there too. we played pool and sipping expresso and listening to renee olstead. ohhhh...
no no no. tonight there is another scene on the club in the eastern part of the city. another rave scene with focus on tribal and bass. yeahhh....will i be there, with sandra? ohhh....oughhjhh...i can already hear the music, the crowd, everything...ahghhhhh.
anyway, i need to sleep then.

stanley dirgapradja@petit garcon 12:51 PM [comment]

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