Weekends are never the same again, cuz I'm the superman. Previously, weekends' night lives are the highlights of the weeks. But for the past 3 weeks, I never really had time to chill out. Work after work, until I fell sick 3 days ago. Down with fever and an irritating cough, I rested at home since Wednesday afternoon til Saturday evening. Still tortured by the tormenting headache, I had requested not to go to the club house on Friday night. Finally I still have to go. On Fridays, superman work 24 hours, almost non-stop. And after the Saturday night shifts, superman reached home Sunday morning 5am. Soccer match normally kick off 9am, which means 2 hours to sleep! However cool as the edge of steel, superman still give his best and performs in the games, although it's bound to be sub-standard. Supermen may be tough, but they never have long lives.
Clubbing is detrimental to health, in the long run. Firstly, the music. The damage done to the ears are hazardous. When it's already damn bloody loud, and people need to talk to you, he will shout into the ear drum. It almost burst my ear drum once as I felt it vibrated vigorously when one guy merely wanted a beer. Damn. Next, I am supposed to collect the tent cards and place them on top the cabinet. I had put them on top the speaker instead. Arranged neatly, I went away for a while. Then I came back, in a rage, "who the hell messed up my arrangement?" I realised that it was the vibration of the speaker. I can't believe people can dance in front of the speaker. It's either they are deaf, or they cannot hear.
Secondly, the lights. The flashing lights never fail to cast a dizzy spell on me when the DJ activates it. In the darkness, these sudden appearance of the light is an irritant to the eyes, as they are used to the dark environment.
Thirdly, the air. In the house, the air is literally 2nd hand smoke with every breath you take in. I can't see the smoke in the darkness. However I only realised that the smell of the club house is nothing but cigarettes smoke when I happened to breathe in 2nd hand smoke elsewhere out in the open air, and thought, 'hey this smells familiar. It's like my uniform!' I deem it healthier to puff a few sticks out in the streets yourself than to hang around in the house for a few hours.
Fourthly, the drink. For the clubbers, overdose of liquour definitely damage the brain and the body, especially the liver. I often see people who can't hold. They can't stand on their own, they squat by the wall, they lean on the table, and they leave their residues on the floor. And their next precious day (which is a weekend) is wasted.
The above 4 points covers 4 out of our 5 human senses. It is slowly scraping away bits of a man's live as it takes actions on the 4 senses. However, (applicable to guys only) the 5th sense, the sense of touch, often provides psychologically pleasure effect when mars and venus brushed against each other. p.s. this ain't true for me, cuz when I'm on the job, I'm in no mood for such 'pleasures'.
Being nocturnal also has adverse effects upon man. It all eventually leads to a shorter lifespan. Clubbing can allow one to attain 'high'. But when going into further considerations, is it a moment of ecstasy, or a moment of folly?
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