You're a yellowish amber with streaks of dark blue when you cry.

Boring, funny, masculine, tight and skanky.

I would think before your fresh, apparently exciting experience to a club would be with close friends and a bunch of youths/young adults going crazy on alcohol and gratifying on music. I went to a night club filled with manly woman with all my colleagues instead. I guess I could already count a couple of them my close friends. Excitingly interestingly intriguing. I was far more invisible than I ever was. However, the men that went in were targeted like lions targeting on their prey. Except more open and less of an evil genius. Everything was literal and desperate. Their eyes followed the two men I went in with, Khai and Callum. And because Callum was a mix of eurasian, I watched those manly charmed woman hawked on him, holding him by his shoulders, smiling, flirting and seducing. At the corner of my eyes, I watched Khai already being attacked by one masculinity of a woman from nowhere further than Philippines. She-he wrapped her arms around his neck, flirted almost politely and bombarded him with a question that left me almost rolling on the floor, laughing. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Khai slid an experienced reply, "I'm getting married". And simultaneously, Callum touched a he-she's genitals in front of him amongst two other women with distractingly flashing lights. I laughed at their helplessness while a braless waitress asked to serve us drinks. 

The pole dancing was terribly boring. The scent was absolutely indescribable. Perhaps, if I had to, it'll be a large stack of cash diffused with cheap perfume and alcohol. The whole process lasted for not more than 5 minutes. Outside, I judged both the men and manly woman that entered the lion's dan. Curiously though. Most of the times, its to understand the desperations from both parties or even their sexual desires or even the most shallow, which was.. whether or not their breasts (boobies!!) were real. Some of these men looked as though they had a wife and two children. As I escaped from the heightened scent of the room, I was engulfed from the brightness that blinded me of the darkness inside. The men outside could not differentiate us as woman for their perception was probably that any women within the compound of Orchard Towers were there to offer their most precious services. I was skimmed quickly by almost 2 or 3 china men as I was the last to head out from the group. Immediately, I quickened my steps towards Khai as the thoughts of Aaron saying, 'you will get raped' ran quickly in my head repeated in all outlets of green, blue and yellow. Thankfully, for my granny vest that probably left those men confused. 

It was a night of goodbye for Khai. And I couldn't explain myself last night despite the experience. I'm just glad that Andrew says, "I'm really trying hard to understand you right now but I'm sorry I don't" and he patiently hears me for the third or fourth time in my most yellowness and absorbs metaphors by metaphors. I guess when you tell him, "it's the sort of sadness your brain knows, sees, witnesses, observes, prepares and yet you don't feel like. It's as though you know of the sadness yet you've yet to reach it." Funny how when 'sadness' is describe as an emotion and yet not felt. But that was what I had in mind and what was confusing. And possibly still confusing for the green in my head. Yet, it still makes sense. This is as simplified as I could say or explain it. I'm sure whilst I was speaking anxiously to Andrew, it was far more... yellow.

I still feel many loose threads in my head waiting to weave sentences together. However, this is already too long. 

Well, what a night.