Summer Nights and Party Lights

I love massive nights out. I wholeheartedly adore them. And especially so when there’s a good blend of men and women present —— there’s a certain inexplicable dynamic about it that’s not entirely achievable with just one gender (sans the other) or a relatively imbalanced ratio of both. Don’t get me wrong, I do greatly enjoy my quiet nights in as well, and I do actively seek them out too, but there’s nothing quite like the exhilarating rush of adrenaline and energy you get after a fantastic night out. Oh, such good vibes. I love it.

And because it’s a lot more difficult to get a big group of people together in one place on one night, simply just for the sake of it without having any actual special occasion to adhere to, you can definitely bet I’ll be one to savour the night in all its high-spirited glory when it does happen.

After a week of incomparable home-cooked (and hawker —— also in a league of its own) food and warm company in the island of Penang, the beau popped back down to KL for an additional week-long stay, and he brought (a portion of) the Penang entourage down with him for the weekend as they were all Chelsea FC supporters and wanted in on the action that very weekend when Chelsea was to play against Malaysia.

So what better way to start the exciting weekend off than immersing ourselves in the heart of Southeast Asian nightlife (ie. Zouk)? After a delicious dinner in the city, of course.

Absolute sweethearts. So much love for these girls.

The Penangites who came all the way from up north!

(It just dawned upon me that I didn’t manage to get a proper picture of the KLites too, especially the men.)

I deeply apologise for the atrocious quality (more to lack thereof —— of any quality whatsoever) of the pictures from the night, there’s not much I can do with an iPhone in Zouk’s perpetual smoke. I would’ve brought my much more capable DSLR along if I didn’t always end up being on the dance floor all the time (the company I went with are no different).

Nights out such as this get even better when a lot of us happen to be dancers. There’s never a dull time in the club when you’re with dancers. Never. Ninety percent of my time spent in clubs were and are with dancers, be it in the UK, or Malaysia —— and every night spent, is a night very well spent.

After a few hours into it, we decided to head to The Butter Factory for round two!

Getting buttered with my babydoll. It’s always a good time with her.

KL x Penang, bridging the states. And getting photobombed by Allen in the process.

A brilliant, brilliant night, ending with a 4am trip to the local McDonald’s with Ee Von, Andrew, and the beau for some sinful late-night noms, and waking up at noon (or was it past noon?) the next day. C’est la vie, in every sense of the word.


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