Holding my hand
you led me to the dance floor
I tugged back strong
I didn't want to dance
Yet my heart leaps for joy
hearing THE songs
And with You in the house
I joyfully dance

Recently I went to Nanjing and had a good time catching up with the new friends I’ve made. That night, we went drinking at a pub. I suggested it cos it’s been a looong time since I last drank. It was good to drink again. And to talk to my friends, and to play uno-stacko-alike with them. Quite fun. And it was funny to see Owen turning red and feeling warm. His half-closed eyes and a bit goggy state. Lol. And it was one of those rare times that I got to touch his face and he didn’t say anything.

Okay. That aside, after we left the pub, we decided to call my other friends to see where they are. After meeting up with them, they say they want to go to a club. Owen wants to. And me? Well, I want it partially. To see how a club in Nanjing, in China, looks likes. So we went to Mazzo. In the group was myself, Eileen, owen, junhong, chin pei, Jessica, chris and Andrew.

Well, it was crowded, as usual. Which club isn’t crowded eh? And I drank a bit of beer too. Too little in the eyes of junhong. Haha. But the club is very much smaller than Zouk. I was quite surprised for such a grand entrance. And there are A LOT of international ppl there. A lot of angmohs. I’m surprised yet I shouldn’t be.

The music was pretty heavy on the bass. Sound waves were really strong. And as I made my way through the crowd towards the drinks bar, my one hand was holding on to Owen’s one and the other holding on to Eileen’s one. That’s how I made my way through the crowds.

Soon after we hang around the bar, all except Eileen and myself starting dancing, including owen. They started moving towards the beat of the song. I was…okay…right…it was quite a sight to see how chris dances. I know he clubs but I can never imagine it until I see it for my own. I was, okay, this is chris. Right. Hmm. And seeing owen nodding away was something I never imagined either. The 2 girls dancing was something just so familiar, they are seasoned anyway. And suddenly, I had the same old feeling all over again when I went to zouk for the 1st time.

Soon after, they started moving. I didn’t know where they are going so I just followed them. Holding on to owen’s hand again, I was slowly led to the ring of the dance floor. I paused. I tugged. I didn’t want to go to the dance floor cos I don’t dance. I don’t just don’t dance, but I don’t want to dance. I signaled to owen telling him that I don’t want to go. He urged me to go. I didn’t want to. Then he let go saying he’ll follow the rest first. So Eileen and I left the club of staring eyes. Yeah. I could feel those guys’ eyes staring straight at me whenever I look up. Such scary eyes and seductive kinda look. So different from that in Singapore.

We both left the club and after a while, decided to contact owen to ask him if he wanna cab back with us. Which he eventually did. He left the group after a while, saying it was enough dancing for him. Hmm. Is only 15 mins enough? I wonder. Ha. Anyway, the rest of the group stayed till 2am that night.

Fast forward to the next day at church, shall we? So I finally made it to church that day. Was really glad to be there though I was late. But the time spent singing those few 4-5 songs were just awesome! They were the most beautiful melodies and sincere prayers made to God! And as I sing, as I engage with the Spirit, I find myself leaping and dancing. In both my heart and in physical form. I really wanted to dance on the spot. If there were such liberty and there was space, I would literally dance as if there were no tomorrow.

Cos of the joy God filled in my heart, and the expression of my gratefulness and the flowing with the Spirit, I want to dance.

It’s such an irony, don’t you think? Whatever the case, I simply REFUSE to dance on the dance floor in the club. But in the house of God, I simply LONG to dance in His presence. To do those same actions as the clubbers. To swing, to sway, to immerse myself in the movements of the body, just for His pleasure. At times, I find it really funny that I would want to do so. But still, it’s a good sign. That I’m all for expressing myself to God.