Dancing like everyone's watching

WHEN I hear good music, I dance. Not just shuffle-from-side-to-side dance. I mean I leave no space for shame. There is something about a catchy hook and a crafty bassline that makes me lose so much of myself in it that it almost feels impolite to look at.

I recall college days when my mates and I would go club hopping along Jalan Sultan Ismail and Jalan P Ramlee – a sumptuous platter of house, RnB and retro and top 40 hits. We would let our hair down, get lost and bump into other people from college, raise glasses, and go home giddy with the accomplishment of having fun.