My First Ever Clubbing Experience.

I was talking to Sehran just now and he's the reason I'm writing this right now. I'm not proud of this, not one bit, but I'm going to let this be a reminder to myself.

Just a little background knowledge: Every Friday, Leicester University's Student Union throws a night called 'Shabang', which is basically a night of partying and drinking.

People have been trying to get me to go out for Freshers Events but I haven't been to any because they're all drinking events. Not my scene, so I've never gone. On Friday, during lectures, Siau Chian and Vei Lynn were talking about Shabang and trying to persuade me to go. I repeatedly declined. That night, us Malaysians were having a pizza party and everyone started talking about Shabang again. Everyone was going, and they kept persuading me to go, and eventually I gave in. I thought to myself, 'If I'm ever going to try it once, it would probably be best to go with the Malaysians anyways'. So yeah, I gave in and I went.

Waiting for the bus in my dress (with the wind blowing like craycray - HOW ON EARTH ARE THE GIRLS NOT FREEZING TO DEATH), I wanted to run back in my room and just hide there for the rest of the night. But Vei Lynn had already bought my ticket (5poundsomg) so I decided to just go through with it. We reached the O2, and the first thing everyone did was to buy themselves a drink. I just sat there awkwardly, until one of my friends told me to try her drink. It had very low alcohol content, she said. So I tried it, and indeed it tasted just like juice. Normal juice. Watching everyone drinking and you're all alone not drinking, peer pressure really gets to you. (I finally understand peer pressure.) After a while I got myself the same drink she offered to me.

We sat talking for a bit, and by then I had finished the whole bottle. That was maybe an hour into the night? I stood up and immediately I started feeling woozy.  I knew that feeling so well, from Taekwondo classes. And  I knew what was coming. I sat down and they got me a drink. It helped, but I wanted to go out and get some air. Those of you who know me well, know that I'm always such a klutz, even when I'm having a normal day. Climbing up the stairs, I nearly tripped and fell. Good job Jas. The moment I reached the top of the stairs (we were still in the O2 btw) I collapsed onto the floor and puked my guts out. Repeatedly. It was not a pretty sight.

My friends volunteered to go back with me, but I felt bad so I decided to stay with them. After a while, I felt better and joined them on the dance floor. One of the girls was wearing high-heeled boots. She was so drunk, she stomped on my foot. It hurt. Like mad. I thought it was just pain, though. Until my feet started feeling really sticky so I sat down. Jason used his phone's flashlight to help me take a look at it, and it was bleeding like mad. My whole foot was covered with blood. They got some ice for me, and I went to the toilet to clear it up. The blood wouldn't stop flowing, though. I had to wrap it up with some tissue, and then I went back out again.

After a while, it stopped hurting and I joined my friends dancing around our table again. It's pretty interesting being one of the only sober people in the whole club, because you can really see how ridiculous people can be when they're drunk. It's very ... eye-opening, to say the least.

We went back at about 2.30am, and to be completely honest, I had fun.

I told my parents about it when I got home, because I didn't want them to find out through other means such as Facebook. They weren't mad though, they were surprisingly calm and said that they understood.

So I really wasn't feeling too bad. And then I did something really stupid - I posted a picture of it on Instagram. I don't know what I was thinking, it was as though I was so proud of that night or something.

Then a friend of mine saw it and Facetime-d me. He didn't exactly nag me or anything, but we really talked and after that it really dawned on me that I'd done wrong. That even though my parents said it was okay, I'm pretty sure they were disappointed in me. I'm sure they'd expected more from me. And most of all, I broke my principles and I let myself down. I came to UK telling myself that I'd come back in 5 years, proud that I hadn't drank a drop of alcohol or stepped foot into a club. And I'd done both those actions in one night.

It's not a good place to be, knowing that you're changing into someone you'd never thought you'd become.

Lesson learned.

PS: Those of you reading this, pleasepleaseplease don't be mad at me & start yelling at me :( I know what I've made a mistake, and I'll never, ever, do it again.