Up, up and away.

12 cans of Arizona Iced Tea and Salsa dips. Now that's a cue. It was a night of adventure - definitely a night to remember. Say, can you cha-cha? Slide, sway, move, groove? On that night, even a two-left-legged man morphed into a waltz master. Even I was dancing the likes of 'Sumazau' or 'Ngajat', yet I fit in perfectly. The rhythm was ours and ours alone - from the likes of Jamiroquai to Nina Simone. On normal days, my singing skills is comparable to that of a croaking frog. But that night, I was a star - dazzled the rich and famous, while I hit the soprano keys. As if my conscience had not suffered enough - from breaking routine and covering my trail, now they want me to steal cars?? The theme for the night was slick and stealth. That same song. That same masterplan. I wasn't an accomplice. I was just the observer. It was my first time. I grew tired from all the excitement and haste, and I slowly drifted away to slumberland. 'No!', they screamed. They tried to stop me. What? I can't sleep? Let me sleep, don't scare me. Why can't I sleep? Let me sleep. Don't scare me. But they kept stopping me. I was scared shitless. It was as if this ghosts and ghouls were coming towards me telling me not to close my eyes. And it was when I jumped into defence that all hell broke loose. I began to cry my eyeballs out. Lasted for a good 5 to 7 minutes. Everyone looked confused. Even I was confused. They all came to the rescue, and tried to alleviate the chaos. But that guy in the aviators kept dancing. With his cowboy hat, what the hell was he thinking? Remotely sympathetic, yet very wise. 'This is what we call mixed feelings', he said. Though it's blatantly obvious he was at the brink of a meltdown too. After awhile, everything died down. I gained composure. Got myself together. Boy what was that, huh? Minutes after, I sprung to the other end of the spectrum. I was a cheery kid - telling people of my crazy ambitions, who picked up an American accent along the way and just wouldn't quit. It got a tad bit annoying. That ghost and that beast, my loyal listeners. Sadly, that night had to end. So chaotic, so disconnected and so non-sensical - yet that turned out to be one of the best nights of my life. Flow baby, flow.