But somehow, it happened even without the bros. And it turned out to be one of the best night ever. So good, we left only during daybreak. So good, my hearing and voice is still nowhere to be found now. So good, I think it was a best way for a closure to this chapter of my life.
I'm so fucking glad I made it for Zouk at Jiak Kim. And now it's time to really wave goodbye to my youth, my memories.
No more hopping from Phuture to Zouk to Velvet, no more opening bottles for tables, no more chilling outside on the kerb, no more separating friends from fights and cheering strangers on, no more sweating it all out, no more random sausage and mash cravings, no more impromptu night of chilling-turn-clubbing, and no more heading home/back to camp hungover from the loud bangs and lethal shots. This is it. Ciao/-
