my 2nd time.

2 down,1 to go.

saturday night. zouk. disaster.

read: trance slash techno heaven slash the land of the dancing (indian) monkeys. {"indian" kindly added by ben/i'm no racist/i can't insult my kind of own kind.} sri lanka is india's neighbour, but it DOES NOT make sinhalese indians. for a more detailed explanation, read your social studies book.

R&B rocks my world.

i'm sorry, you technoslashtrance music lovers who were swinging your arms dangerously (nearly raising the death toll by 10%) and gyrating your bodies with wild abandon to the "funky beats" ditto the deafening sounds of people raising their fingers- at the desperate encouragement of the DJ [when he started hearing chants of "R and B!" coincidentally from our corner of phuture, of course]- as a sign of "ROCK-ON-ness", but you're missing out on a whole nother' universe of good music. i've never missed lil' jon and petey pablo so much in my LIFE.

i have so much to say, but only so much i can SAY. {virginia: where's my journal? i'm waiting...*taps foot impatiently*}

i'm waiting for my third time...
read: if my third time is not fanfreakintastic, i'm gonna sue zouk.