can't believe it actually. Some aunty in the lift was like, "You're Sec three right?"
RIGHHTT. (damn this sounds so much like daniel. HMM.)
Anyway, I've been babuseng-ing. WAHAHA. i love my girlie babuseng of a diana. WAHAA. Caught Click together, and she ate some morsels of my popcorn. which i TRIED very hard (but failed) to polish off. ANYWAY. that ain't the point. The point is i got to spend some quality time with my babuseng. (man, i really am gonna miss her.)
And then, some frantic shopping with shiqin for shoes to get into Ministy of Sound. Many twirls and getting lost in Clarke Quay after, we were greeted by a unreasonably grumpy doorguy at MoS. BLEAHH. I pass him my IC, he interrogates my friend harshly and demands for her IC. Then he turns to me and barks, "IC!!" "I just gave it to YOU. (you shitty-grouch)" He somehow managed to keep that the-whole-world-owes-me-breakfast sulk on. Anyhows, we did get to do a bit of rocking in that place. Though music was like foreign to my ears for the first few hours. Echhh. This is my second clubbing experience, and im finding it pretty mild. It's either been mistakenly given a very bad name, or its just the NUS crowd.
By the way, Theatre Studies Practicals are proving to be SUPER great fun. I mean, it isn't just NOT boring. It actually is VERY VERY fun. For the last two practicals, we've gotten to dance a whole segment we cheographed as a class, and played tons of damn interesting games. I can't believe its school! Oh my. :)
