St james powerhouse, a place compiled with complicated people. When someone says ; hey lady can i get u a drink? They try to hook u up. Its never just a drink. The place is complete with rude and uncouth people who would just curse and swear when u accidentally bumped onto them. The DJS wasnt facinating and the dancing crowd are just not very remarkable. I doubt no stranger would offer a pack tissue paper to you when u puke, and no stranger would stand up for you when some weird ang mos is trying to get some fresh with you. In St James people are just so concentrated i do not know why. Unless happens to be you friends in other case, just forget about it. I'hv lost that kind of drive i used to have when i club. Cant dance anymore cant drink as well. Nothing interests me anymore when it comes to clubbing.~~I really miss those days~~
Those days at Black which ming, nic james bryan twinkle hazel and hol. Those freak days at zouk the glasses of graveyard which brought me to hell and back. The super friendly crowds.
Thanks male strangers, you guys shielded me when some drunken is trying to be funny with me. Thanks male strangers for the care and i know u guys really mean no harm. Thanks female strangers for scolding that someone cos he stepped on my feet. Thanks unisexed strangers for letting me use the loo first cos im gg to puke in no time. Thanks unisexed strangers for knocking on my cubical door to check if i m ok.
The community i was once from.
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