Zouk

It's been eons since I mambo-ed in Singapore, since I never fancied those free sign language lessons that most seem to give. Give me hip hop anytime!


But last night's re-attempt at mambo had been both the best and worst experience.


Best experience, as in best mambo session I had so far. The guys in the club scene have visibly improved, though the same can't be said for the girls. I probably have Chinjie to thank, who promised to make me a convert (Zheng Yuan promised me before too, but he was wasted even b4 the real partay started!). That having said, I would still return to hip hop. Mambo just lacks some vibe which I can't place my hands on.


Worst experience, as in the worst loss of self-inhibition ever. It's astonishing how I made a vow never to drink to get high again, but I still drank to that purpose. It would be too easy to find an excuse blaming the boring dancefloor for the reason as to why I needed a booster alco-shot. I didn't get the "high" I was looking for, but received a loosening of my self-control instead. This may just be the one time which I feel like my moral calibre has been shredded to pieces. Ok, this may sound a little tooooo serious to those who were not present, so please hold your imagination in rein. It is more of a personal threshold which I have over-stepped, something which I am not very proud of.


I am not gonna elaborate over details and what I think etc, since this is a blog. But this is more to explain why I might be avoiding alcohol for the rest of this year at least. It may be said that drinking is fine in moderation but I do not trust myself enough. I do not trust myself to drink for the right reasons, neither do I trust myself to handle the effects of alcohol. I am not ready to put myself to the test yet.



And more importantly, I am not ready to lose my relationship yet.