The night is young and so are we. I tasted my first night life on the last week of my college life. It’s never too late to experience a moment you wished to put in a certain point in your life’s time frame. I got a chance to visit the much talk about fly club for youngsters, the Embassy. True to its name, Embassy is your gateway to a place you’ve never been and a place you want to be. We (Me, Kira, Chars, Shem, Carla, Fatz, and Ann) got in there via the guest listing courtesy of Shem. In short, we didn’t shed even a single centavo to get inside, so we seized the moment as much as we can. As a keen observer, I did not just danced the whole night; there are things that I noticed as I enter the ultra glamorous party place. The line was flooded with youngsters at the strike of Cinderella’s curfew. Different faces, from different places, joined all together to experience a life of ecstasy that simply and drastically fades without further notice. The place was jampacked, we could hardly move, you could bump into each other’s shoulder as you make a little glide. I saw smokes as fog emanating from a cigarette on the middle of one’s fingers on a hand that is raised up above; from guys, young girls, socialites, and even waiters. Bouncers were all over making sure that these kids would not create any mess. Certainly, bottles with alcohol content were passed all over making a sound that tingles in my ear. Seeing people I only saw on the pages of Mega is like scanning the pages of it with live actions. Of course there’s TimYap, the mysteriously handsome John “DJ Johnny Verse” Herrera, the next-gen partygoers from the upper class, few models and celebrities. As I checked the dance floor (literally), I saw pieces of broken glass form bottles unconsciously or deliberately dropped, clips, earrings, hanky, wrappers, and so many unidentified fallen objects. The music was extremely loud causing my eardrums to get immune from a great splash of sound waves that runs in my body through my ear. It was great! The moment we all reached the peak of unconsciously expressing our happiness, I realized that this might be my toast to my first night life on the last week of my college life. Youth certainly have the power; young and fearless as they are, they live life at the peak of elation. As the music, laser, smoke and us serves as an element for a gathering; a commonality, an emerging life never ceased to exist; a kind of life that I wanted to freeze.
1. Chars, Shem & Carla at Gonuts, 2. The Emba nature party collateral at the powder room, 3. feet on the floor.
1. DJ Johnny Verse in tie, 2. Emba's colorful laser, 3. at the powder room.
1. at the parking lot, 2. me and Kira at the dance floor, 3. Kira, Chars, Carla, Shem, and Me 4. after hours at the Fort.
until the next episode
jan
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