dj spinning, loud music, fast rhythm, hips swaying, booties shaking, heat on the fully packed dancefloor rising, bartenders busy mixing housepours and cocktails, cigarette smoke filled the air, crowd getting wilder as the night slips into the wee hours, legs are tired, bodies aching, cow's frequent trips to the toilet, nancy's 'sit-down-can-alrd" attidude, angie's loud clear voice, bilin's never used up energy, adeline's seduction, my 'dancing competition' with farhan and the ballad playing after a long night of dancing, grooving, shaking, capping, games of five-ten, sticks of cigarettes, litres of alcohol, trips to the toilet and the two losers dancing terribly.. most importantly, my legs hurt! so lesson learnt: dun wear heels if u wan to club.. its hell.. yeah boy, trust me..

a nite of first time.. hehe..