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zouk. @ 17:28
zouk is a place for foreigners to hook up with 'easy' girls. we witnessed one ang moh dancing up to a very korean-looking girl, who didnt mind his advances. half an hour later, they were smooching all over and his sweat was dripping dripping dripping, and those around them were all staring dumbfoundedly at them. zouk is a place for girls to have fun or to get irritated. zouk is a place for macho guys to offer their protection to helpless girls. it was nice to know that someone is trying to make ur time a little more enjoyable, even though he may be quite helpless about it. i dun even know his name. in fact, i dun remember what he looks like. zouk is a place for couples to hug and kiss. for the boyfriend to look powerlessly at the annoyed girlfriend who is being knocked into, pushed against and (their feet) stepped onto. zouk is also an extremely scenic place for our uranian counterparts to FUCKING CONTINUOUSLY take picture take picture take picture. and its not the 'faster, we take one picture together' kind. its the 'take this take that, take u, u, u and u and then take me, take me and u, take me and u and u, take everybody together, take the crowd, take the screen, take the floor, take the podium, take the dj. bad take, take again and again and again and again. take take take take take, take ur balls and step on the floor la. i honestly tried to have fun despite being immensely, terribly, completely, overwhelmingly irritated. zouk should not be a place for wanton girls to get drunk and lose their pathetic semblance of civility and self respect. mambo nights ought to be and was fun. my legs are aching. my eyes are closing. my hair and the wow patch updater seems to have an unspoken agreement to keep me up as long as possible by going about their drying and downloading at a snail pace. i miss my boyfriend suddenly. wednesday nights are meant for cuddling up to my darling baby dear. Wednesday, September 26, 2007 ![]() |