It’s all about ME!

I saw this note on Facebook that someone *knowing glances* tagged me in. Decided to put it up here with my answers.

1. Do you have any pictures of you with your significant other’s sibling(s)?

Yes. Alot. I wonder why.

2. Do you ever think about how many religions are in the world?

I’d say that a belief is sort of like a religion, so the number of religions in the world is pretty unlimited. Even atheists have a religion, you know. They believe in not believing.

3. Is any skin on you peeling right now?

Oh yes… I have a chapped lip problem. And I need LOTS of lip balm/gloss.

4. What did you dream about last night?

Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

5. Isn’t it very likely that in the whole wide universe there are other forms of intelligent life?

Yes! Aliens exist.

6. What color is your shampoo bottle?

Blue. Sunsilk.

7. If the opportunity ever arose, would you travel to space on vacation?

I’d have to think about that one. Ask me again in about ten years.

8. Did you know that we haven’t been to the moon in over 30 years?

I don’t think that’s true.

9. Do you prefer ceiling fans or fans that stand up on the floor and you plug in?

Ceiling fans. There’s something about how you can lie down and look up at them. They make pretty shadows on the wall.

10. What would you do if your son was at home, crying all alone on the bedroom floor because he’s hungry, and the only way to feed him was to sleep with a man for a little bit of money?

Okay, it’s time for the next question!

11. Do you ever drink alcohol?

Nope. Under aged.

12. Did you know that there are no documented cases of anyone overdosing on marijuana and dying?

Highly doubtful of that.

13. Would you rather live in a mansion and be poor or live in a tiny house and be rich?

Live in a tiny house and be rich! What’s the point of having a big house if you don’t have enough money to eat?

14. Would you ever live in Mexico City?

YES! And I would learn how to speak Spanish too.

15. How often do you leave the house commando?

Never.

16. Would you like the ability to read minds?

It would be interesting… You mean like Jean Grey right?

17. Does your ideal career ever surprise people?

Yeah. Gynaecology is not what people think of when they look at me.

18. Have you ever fallen for a co-worker?

Of course not.

19. Do you despise the 90210 Hollywood lifestyle?

I don’t despise it… It makes for a good TV series, but it just doesn’t fit reality. It’s not really a matter of whether it’s despicable or not.

20. If you’re female, are you generally viewed as being tough?

Depends on who you’re asking.

21. Do you get a bad feeling everytime something specific happens?

Haha… Not really. But I do have this thing about rain. It’s rained during every exam I’ve ever sat for and every Easter I’ve experienced. The skies also tend to cry when I feel like crying. I do love the rain, however. It’s inspirational.

22. Have you ever been so wrapped up in something, that it’s caused you to lose sight of other things?

Yes. I was wrong to do so.

23. Are you well known for anything particular?

My pleasant personality, I hope? Haha.

24. Do you have friends who would stick by you through anything?

No. Friends are seasonal. They come and go. All of them are given to you at some point in your life to teach you or help you through something. They’re there for awhile; but it’s inevitable that they move on.

25. You’re sentenced to jail; what is the most likely reason?

Prank call.

26. If your friends and family expect you to do something you don’t want to do,would you do it anyway?

I would consider it; my views and theirs, and come to a conclusion that will satisfy both of us if possible.

27. Have you ever impersonated someone else?

Hannah Montana. And boy, did it go badly.

28. Do you like football?

I’m indifferent. I watch the occasional match when my Dad does.

29.When was the last time you peed somewhere other than a bathroom?

I don’t remember.

30. Do you have any gay friends? Are you comfortable around them?

I think so. I mean, genuine ones. But it’s cool.

31. Will your kids have structure and rules, or will they do whatever they want?

Rules. A total lack of discipline will backfire eventually.

32. Would you ever consider abortion or adoption?

Never abortion; adoption, yes.

33. Do you/have you had a crush on your bestfriend?

I’ve had more than one best friend in my life, so… Hard to say.

34. Have you ever liked someone for a really long time before telling them?

In playschool, maybe.

35. Do you have a weird sense of humor?

You’re asking me that?

36. How did your parents decide on your name?

I’ll go and ask them.

37. Who is the most dysfunctional person you know?

There’s more than one of them.

38. Do you know people who openly discuss masturbating?

Haha. I might.

39. Have you ever had a drug or alcohol problem?

No. That stuff will kill you.

40. Where’s the weirdest place you’ve met a significant other?

Define “significant other”.

41. Would you say you know a lot of interesting people?

Yes. More than you can imagine.

42. Have you ruined the chance of accomplishing any of your dreams?

Not yet, no.

43. Who is the most inspirational person you know?

I don’t actually know her, but I’d say the author Ursula K. Le Guin. Her books are very special. Of course, my family.

44. What’s one thing you think not enough people realize about life?

That it’d be completely empty without music.

45. Name something that is close to your heart.

Becoming a musician because I know that’ll never happen.

46. Have you been around someone with a terminal disease?

Yes. It’s heartbreaking.

47. Lots of foreplay or cut to the chase?

When I’m talking, I prefer cut to the chase. Get to the point.

48. A lot of people are starting to like 3oh!3 now, do you?

Not exactly. I don’t think it’s a good excuse to like something just because everyone else does.

49. Do you know anyone named Brandon?

I used to.

50. Do you support gay marriage?

No. Marriage is, in my opinion, the full union of two beings to become one. It is impossible for anything to come out of a gay marriage (you can’t conceive naturally). So it’s not a true union.

51. How about interracial relationships/marriages?

I am the result of one.

52. Are you allergic to grass?

Yes! Blast hayfever and my over-sensitive nose!

53. Are you psychotic and only eat certain colored foods?

If it tastes alright, it is alright.

54. Lime green is the shizz right?

Totally, dude. Totally.

55. What do you think of Britney Spears?

Classic example of how we often ruin the best things in our lives. I preferred her old tunes. The period of “Oops, I did it again” and “Hit me baby one more time”. But she’s making a good comeback.

56. Do you wish you were a bird sometimes?

Yes, so I can fly away.

57. Think back to the person you fell the hardest for, how do you feel about them now?

That never happened.

58. Do you ever bite your lip?

It’s a habit.

59. Could things be better in your life at the moment?

Nope. I am satisfied.

60. Are you mature or immature?

I like to think I’m mature.

61. Are you keeping a big secret right now?

“Everyone has a secret…” – Maroon 5

62. Will you be in bed within twenty minutes?

It’s the middle of a Saturday afternoon! Heck no!

63. Are you ticklish?

Not unless it’s my mom.

64. Would you be able to tell someone you love them, even if you didn’t feel it?

No. Love is too big a word to use carelessly.

65. Did you sing today?

Absolutely.

66. Are you sarcastic?

Once in awhile.

67. Do you believe exes can be friends?

They should be.

68. Have you ever bitten anyone?

When I was an infant, yes.

69. Do you hate it when people smoke around you?

It’s one of the most beastly things on the planet.

70. Do you find piercings attractive on the opposite sex?

Indifference.

71. What are you wearing?

T-shirt and shorts.

72. Are you slowly drifting away from someone?

I was. But then it got alot faster.

73. Are you open about your feelings or closed off?

Depends.

74. Have you ever been called heartless?

By my sister when I refused to give up this computer a few minutes ago.

75. Do you have a bad temper?

I try to control my temper.

76. Have you ever gotten up early the next morning to do homework or study?

Schooldays require a 6.00 AM wake up call.

77. Do you get enough sleep at night?

A bit too much, if you ask me. Something to do with the house rule that we have to sleep early.

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That’s it for now. This has been “UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL” with KJM! Please tune in next time for our show. Good day.

Savouring freedom…

Exams are OVER!!!

Finally! I can do all the things I’ve been thinking of. There’s so much, I don’t even know where to start…

Freedom is very, very sweet to taste. It’s light and soft. It is worth all my hard work and pain and sweat. Yes it is.

Well, for now, I’m just going to put my feet up, lean back, and close my eyes in pure serenity.

Ciao.

It’s been a long time coming…

I’m right smack in the middle of exams.

It’s crazy that I’m actually online when everyone else is probably studying.

Well, I was just thinking about how long a year it’s been, and I’m kind of glad it’s finally coming to a close. Lots of things have happened in the past few months that I’m not going to forget anytime soon (both good and bad). I know I shouldn’t be relieved, but I am.

Is that a bad thing?

I’ve made some conscious lifestyle changes; I’ve tried new things and made some interesting discoveries. I’m not entirely short of achievements, and I guess I’m grateful that I’ve made some friends. I’ve grown (yes, in height as well; I’m not going to stay short for ever!) in terms of experience, skill and hopefully maturity. I’ve got aims and I plan on reaching them.

So I’m on to a satisfactory ending, right?

Or maybe it’s just the beginning of a new chapter in the never-ending plan that God has for me.

Full steam ahead: I’ve got a race to finish.

P.S. Here’s another one. Just for inspiration. I think it’s high time we all become more aware of exactly what’s happening in our world today, what tomorrow’s horizons will look like for our future generations, and how we all have a part to play, no matter how small.

Stress is best.

With exams just round the corner, in, let’s see… 5 DAYS!!! Here are 8 things you should (not) do in the EOYs this year.

1. Make paper airplanes out of the exam paper. Aim them at the instructor’s left nostril.

2. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say “They’ve found me, I have to leave the country!” and run off.

3. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam paper, eat it.

4. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling “I’m here, the phantom of the opera!” until they drag you away.

5. Bring cheerleaders.

6. One word: Wrestlemania.

7. When you walk in, complain about the heat.

8. Run away.

Oh well. I’m just kidding after all. DON’T EVEN TRY.

We are the Wind.

I guess there are very few moments when you feel like you’re on top of the world.

And I am so, so, so very lucky to have experienced one.

Watching our seniors struggling to find words to express the inexpressible, choking back tears, laughing and crying… It justs breaks your heart and at the same time, makes you smile.

This is not the first or last time I’m saying this, but I truly ADORE choir.

There’s something magical about us. About the way we come together and make music. About how, when I am sad or happy or bored, singing with these wonderful people always feels like they understand everything. If you’ve ever watched “A Walk to Remember”, you’ll know this line from the movie: “Our love is like the wind. I can’t see it. But I can feel it.” That’s what being in choir is like.

I don’t think I’ll ever find anything else so special in my secondary school life.

Also, (I just want to put this in writing somewhere) thank you thank you THANK YOU to all my beautiful Sec 2s for singing the song I wrote with Steph, and putting up with my terrible conducting skills (LOL). You have made a dream I once thought too far-fetched become real. And if you guys ever let life get you down, remember this: you have changed someone’s (my) life because you allowed her to reach one star in her sky of dreams.

I have heard the most beautiful music in the world: a song I can call my own on the lips of people I love.

Everything I want to say to my Sec 4s, I have said. I’ll miss you. I love you. Thank you for who I am today.

You gave me music in my heart

Someday I’ll look up to the stars above

And remember

The songs we sang together

The music that you gave to me.

(P.S. If you want to see the performance, check out my profile on Facebook. Sadly, all the Soprano 1s got cut out of the video. You only see me right at the end collecting my stuff from the piano! Haha. But sound quality rules.)

Nostalgia.

The soft sound of rain falling always brings a gentle peace to my troubled soul. It refreshes my mind and spirit, makes my heart ache, lets thoughts of something dear to me that I used to have, seem to have lost, paint in fleeting pictures of forgotten joy on my blind eyelids.

Many’s the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether 
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t look away…

The music is in the rain, and the rain in the music. That bittersweet patter of water (or tears?) on the roof somehow reminiscent of another time, another place…

I know you think I’m holding you down
And I’ve fallen by the wayside now
And I don’t understand the same things as you
But I do…

Or maybe it was only a broken dream after all.

Yes. It must have been.

You’ll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped
And legs of stone
You’ll knock on my door
And up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know.

- “Bedshaped” by Keane

Ludicrously Lugubrious…

Check your dictionary guys. Haha.

Actually, my post title has nothing whatsoever to do with its content. Quite the opposite in fact.

I’m feeling very amused over a certain incident, so here goes. 

I think it’s impossibly stifling to be in constant, unexplainable edginess over every tiny aspect of my very tiny life.

I mean, what’s wrong with having a little silence? Why is it suddenly the insane negative fashion of go-with-the-flow individuals to give in to the crazy whim of urgency that some *ahem* people have to be forever turning round with the wheel of perpetual action?

In short, why is it “cool” to be always doing something?

If you ask me, it’s due to peer pressure, herd mentality, and a touch of the preposterous.

And you know how it is, sometimes I just want to be alone so I can read a book, or maybe carry out some simple conversation with a friend. Except, for the most inane reasons, it has been deemed by the same *ahem* people to be the behavior of a “loner”.

Come on. Give me a break. Seriously.

THIS IS PURE ABSURDITY.

Well, I’m sorry if I don’t feel like squeezing with about 20 people into 2 benches at a canteen table to eat, just so we “can all be together”. Eating my lunch with my shoulders shrugged up to my ears so everyone has enough “arm room” is not in the least a comfortable arrangement. 

But then, moving to a thankfully empty table with only 1 friend who feels the same way induces strange, unjustified black looks from some *ahem AGAIN* people at my “loner behavior”.

How immature.

I can’t stand it. It’s too hilarious. I’m perfectly comfortable, sitting in quiet communication with a gentle voice, and most importantly, I don’t have to worry a PARTICLE about the easily solvable issue of space.

I guess the real weirdos just haven’t realised just how ridiculous they really are.

But if you thought that was funny, there’s MORE.

Also concerning the uproarious attitude problems some *AHEM* people have.

Which leads to perhaps one of the reasons I just have no tolerance for them.

Um. Let’s say its recess time. I feel like eating something fried. No reason, just feel like it.

I bring it back to my table. Upon which, my food is greeted with unsavory glances and gasps of horror. 

Then, ridicule. The usual conversation goes something like this.

“OMGOSH. Why are you so UNHEALTHY?! This is gross! I hate eating that stuff! Why did you buy it?” 

“Dunno. Just felt like it.”

“But it’s so bad for you!”

“Hey, I hardly ever eat fried food. It’s no big deal. Not as if I eat it every day or something.”

(People make faces)

“Ah. Come on. It’s just food guys.”

(More faces)

And then of course, you lose your appetite and the rest of the meal is surrounded by a tense air. You’re embarrassed.

Why should I be? It’s my right and my business to eat whatever I want. These people aren’t my parents/teachers/nada. Why bother? And I am a healthy eater most of the time, thank you very much. Just because you don’t like it, doesn’t mean I have to be like you.

Jeez.

This is why I eat with different people now. People who don’t comment over every molecule of matter I put in my mouth.

Like I said, IMMATURE.

And you think I’m nuts.

As usual, my post will be incomplete without a song. So here’s one that goes wonderfully well with what I’m trying to say here.

You can say that I’m one curly fry in the box of the regular
Messing with the flavor, oh the flavor that you savor
Saving me for last but you better not eat me at all
Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt
People say that I’m crazy for not moving on to better things 
Instead I’m sitting around trash talking with the onion rings
But it’s much too soon to leave this easy life
Pass me the spoon. Pass the analytical knife.
‘Cause you’re about to get cut up and get cut down
It’s all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice
You gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold
You’d better shut up or get shot down. It’ s all about the know how, all just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way that I’ve gotta play. You put too much food on my plate.

- “Too Much Food” by the Mraz man! Haha. Funny song.

Liquid Fire!

Thursday night 8pm, 13th August ‘09, Fort Canning Park, Singapore.

I was at a live concert for the first time in my life (with Bella!) and was totally oblivious of what to expect. The band I was watching? KEANE!! And if you don’t know who they are, you need to seriously get a life and check out their music. British band, by the way.

Fort Canning! Wide open grass field, temperature high (as usual), humidity levels high as well (what’s different). It was free standing (you only pay for admission) but we were lucky enough to get places on the grass about three rows from the stage (which is really not bad). Was extremely excited, both of us talking non-stop to pass the time till 8 (partly from adrenaline I think). Lady Gaga had performed in the same place on Wednesday night, but heard it was pretty bad. She was about 1 and a half hours late, and only performed for 1 hour, complete with at least two vulgarities per song. HORRENDOUS music man. How can anyone like her? (No offense if you do, I’m just speaking my mind here).

So anyway, there were two filler bands that played before Keane came on. One local band called the Firefight, and one foreign band with no name (they didn’t mention it throughout the performance). All their music was overwhelmingly LOUD. And it all sounded the same to me. It was so thumpingly loud, in fact, that a girl standing near me almost fainted and had to be carried out by Security. Someone behind shouted, “Who died?” when she was carried out. Haha.

1 hour and 25 minutes after the so-called start time of the concert, Keane came on. Was almost dead with impatience man! I think it’s a normal thing for bands to be late. Something to do with the organisers. BUT. I shall elaborate later on how they were better than Gaga.

It was indescribable.

They blasted in with the hit “The Lovers Are Losing”. I shall not list their absolute excellence here, but suffice to say they played ALL the songs I like. By the 4th song or so, Tom Chaplin (lead singer) was drenched in sweat from head to toe, his long sleeves folded up. We were too. Chris and I were surrounded by swaying bodies. We screamed non-stop and sang along. Tom was good. He moved up and down the stage so we could see him. He even stood on a box! There was one part where he came down and was nearly mobbed by the people near him (I couldn’t push through there, hehe). I have Tom’s autograph anyway! (I’ll tell you how I got it only if you ask). They were as good live as recorded. AND NO LIP-SYNCING. I could tell.

There’s something really special about singing with 6000 over people, watching the band you love play, and everyone soaked in the heat and music, rhythm pumping in your veins, strobe lights flashing in your eyes.

Unforgettable.

Okay, I’m going to put photos here so you guys can really get the picture.

    

Bella and me before the concert. Very high. Empty stage. Instruments all set and ready to go.

    

Stage with the signature Perfect Symmetry cover art backdrop. The one and only Tom Chaplin!

 

More of Chaplin… Someone’s hairy head is blocking my view!

 

Haha, funny angle. Blue light.

 

A blurry Chaplin!  A “drenched-in-perspiration” Chaplin!

 

Nice close-up here. Last of Chaplin, I’m afraid. But here comes Richard Hughes!

 

He is an amazing drummer. Last one of him.

 

Tim Rice-oxley on the keyboard! He’s the main writer for Keane’s songs. Really admire him.

 

As a pianist myself, it’s hard to take my eyes away from the sheer passion he has in his music. Fantastic.

 

Shots of the huge poster at the front.

 

My beautifully autographed CD! I have another CD that they autographed too, actually. That’s done by Tom.

Ah. I’ve never uploaded so many photos before. But promised Bella I would, so here you go!

Keane forever.

Oh yeah. Why Keane’s better than Lady Gaga.

Lady Gaga: late by 1 and a half hours, sang for 1 hour, no encores. Remembered for the repeated use of the word “motherf*****” in her live performance.

Keane: late by 1 hour 25 mins, sang for over 2 hours, 2 encores. No vulgarities, thank you very much. Best remembered lines during performance:

“The choir of Singapore is pretty strong.”

“You guys are bloody brilliant, you know that?”

“We will definitely come back here.”

I LOVE THEM.

Sleep All Day.

It’s 10pm.

I’m listening to Mraz in my room. After 4 days of being sick at home, it’s nice to just relax and have a little alone time.

I think artistic people tend to be rather emotional, and they are compelled to draw inspiration for their works from the simplest, most mundane everyday happenings.

This, for example.

Well, I’ve got the flu, so of course I sound like an adolescent boy whose voice is breaking. The biggest catastrophe about it is that I CAN’T SING. And I’m missing GIB, yes.

I suddenly get up and turn off the lights.

Then I sit down on my bed, close my eyes, and imagine I’m singing along.

Oh what a lovely day to have a slice of humble pie
Recalling of the while we used to drive and drive here and there
Going nowhere but for us, nowhere but for the two of us…

Here, in this cool, comfortable darkness, broken only for awhile by sweet music, I think of you.

Think, think, think again.

But for once, there is no rub, there is no bitterness. In fact, I can’t recall much to think about. Images of you, me, us drift into my mind and disintegrate before I can catch them.

I smile.

And we knew it was time to take a chance here
And time to compromise our lives just a little while
And it was time for all the wrong reasons
But time is often on my side and I’m gonna give it to you tonight…

As the song fades, I get up and turn the lights back on. Then I stand in that illuminating brightness and say the two words I have never been able to say before:

Thank you.

If all is grounded you should go make a mountain out of it…

Saturday night stint!

Ah yes, the performance at the much anticipated. much hyped-up 110th Anniversary dinner!

As usual, the Choir gets a share in all the drama and spotlights!

I shall now narrate the interesting events of that big night. (Or what I remember of them. Sorry guys, I had no time to put this up closer to the actual event.)

2.15 pm. Basically, I got to the Fairmont Hotel. For some reason, the staff knew who I was (creepy) and directed me to the room where I was to spend the next who-knows-how-long. Said thank you, got into a lift with 2 fat tourist guys who were commenting on how stuff is so expensive here, especially in Chijmes. (It’s S’pore, duh, what do you expect?)

Got to the room, thought it wasn’t big enough for the Sec. Choir, put my stuff down. Sad to say, room was shared between us and the Pri. Choir and the Prefects and the Drama group. NO SPACE. And the toilet was HUGE! It was bigger than our room. I thought of camping in it but decided not to. Lucky for the other performing arts groups, they weren’t so CRAMPED.

Then, rehearsals. Helped Mrs. Goh carry the BIG, HEAVY KEYBOARD all the way from the carpark of Raffles City to the Hotel. Walking around a shopping mall with a keyboard is quite a sight. Went with the choir to the ballroom. SO BIG!! Lots of tables through which we had to navigate our way with the keyboard. Oh man.

Then a long long LONG wait for our turn on the stage, being the last item for the night. Sat outside. Being a choir, we have the tendency to burst into random song at strange times. Sat in a big circle and had a wonderful time reliving past concerts and SYF and perhaps, songs for future concerts. (Hint hint!) Told to ’shut up’ in a nice way by adults quite a few times. Didn’t listen. HAHA.

Finally went on stage for the rehearsal. Shouted myself hoarse because Sopranos couldn’t be heard. Pri. Choir very soft and we had to supply bulk of sound. Bad mic system. Scared for real performance. OH NO.

Lots of waiting around to do. Had donuts and junk food for dinner! Yay! Sang and had fun waiting. Did up my math homework too (with all the SYians). Then came DRESS-UP TIME. (one of my favourite parts of performing )

Make-up! Okay, let’s see what we have here. Kebaya, rouge, court shoes, lipstick, lipgloss, eyelash curlers (brought by the vainpots, haha) which I didn’t need (I have nice eyelashes thank you) and mascara (I never put it on but decided to try; put very little because SOMEBODY said it would look like I was wearing fake eyelashes ). Lots of rushing in and out of the toilets to check our faces in the mirror. Then, on to the show!

WHAT A LOT OF PEOPLE. I was getting butterflies, the usual worries: is my throat lubricated? do I look okay? WHY IS EVERYONE TAKING PICTURES OF US?! Calmed down a bit. Then the worries again: I’M IN THE FRONT ROW!! Walking through a maze of tables on the way to the stage. Lots of smiles and stares.

Tip no. 1: A professional performer always keeps a smile on his/her face.

Tip no. 2: When in sight of the audience, no talking, fidgeting, laughing etc.

Tip no. 3: No matter what bloopers you make, THE SHOW MUST GO ON!

And it did. Not sure if we could be heard clearly, but seemed quite alright. Wouldn’t say it was our best performance ever, but hey, it’s the experience that counts right?

Got down from stage, had to carry the keyboard all the way back to Raffles City! Finally got there. Mrs. Goh was waiting for us. We loaded it into her car, said bye, and faced the BIGGO challenge of getting back to the Fairmont Hotel. By the way, it’s connected to the Swissotel and Raffles City, and every corridor looks exactly the same.

We got to the lift eventually. It couldn’t take us back to the 4th floor because it “doesn’t go to specific floors after a specific time”. Had to find an escalator or stairs. Eventually took the stairs.

This is where it gets interesting.

Taking a dark, deserted staircase at 11.30 pm at night, all 4 of us are under 16 years of age, no handphones (came straight from the performance). SCARY. We took the stairs up. There were doors at the end of every flight. We tried them. Some opened to other staircases, some to long corridors, some didn’t open at all. One did to reveal some guy sleeping inside. And EVERYTHING looked the same. Eventually took one corridor that led to a lift, the big grey type used to carry cargo. Whole place smelled like dead fish. Just as the lift door was closing, we pressed it open again because we were scared we’d get trapped or something. Decided to retrace our steps. Not an easy task when everything looks the same! All of us freaked out of our wits. Luckily, we found our way back to the lobby, and found the escalator that went to the floor we wanted to go to. SO RELIEVED.

Thank you God.

Got back to the room. No one was there (we had wasted alot of time getting back). Got our stuff and left. My mom found me, thank goodness.

ONE OF THE MOST FRIGHTENING EXPERIENCES IN MY LIFE. I know it doesn’t sound like that, but it was, trust me.

And that’s the end of my tale about “The Saturday Night Stint!”