Do I Have To Fall Asleep With Roses In My Hand
LSE's Malam Bakti play night was a good night out. :) The cast were hilarious, and given five weeks to prepare, they did a stellar job. Comic timing, acting... kudos. They made me miss acting - the whole series of preparing, stressing, learning your positions and timings, tearing your hair out, getting butterflies... and then, the whoosh! and high of performing, the flurry backstage, the rush of audience response onstage.... followed by the relief of it being over, and the praises and compliments, not only from audience members but your own cast members.
Lovely, lovely. I'm feeling nostalgic now. (sad)
After the play, we all trotted down to Chinatown for supper/dinner at Gao Chat ('97), in a group of about 20. We split tables, of course, but chinese food was gooood. And Mon and I had bubble tea. Only the most unbelievably annoying thing happened to me. These three surly Chinese guys - middle aged, shifty looking - were sitting behind us. And one of them got up, and, and - SNEEZED IN MY HAIR. By SNEEZED, I meant he rained snot/saliva on my hair. And I mean rained, because it was DROPLETS that I could feel LANDED in my hair. BIG DROPLETS. It wasn't even a sprinkle okay.
I was SO PISSED. SO SO SO PISSED. And he didn't even apologise, which just proves to me he did it on purpose. Because come on, you can't do that, and sort of not know you sneezed so hard onto someone's head! He just continued walking (to the toilet I assume). When we left the restaurant, I threw a sharp sideways glance at the three of them, and it seemed they were diao-ing me too. WHATEVER DUDES.
I washed my hair with a generous dollop of shampoo, but even now I feel the back of my head crawl. *shudder* ROAR!!!
Honestly, this sort of thing only happens to me. (shakes head and sighs)
Fuckanathans. Low-lifes. (mumbles curses under breath)
Aside from that, it was a good night. Yibs, I think your friends are fun :) I'll miss them all when I return to Singapore.
See, I told you I was getting nostalgic. Raarh.
Lovely, lovely. I'm feeling nostalgic now. (sad)
After the play, we all trotted down to Chinatown for supper/dinner at Gao Chat ('97), in a group of about 20. We split tables, of course, but chinese food was gooood. And Mon and I had bubble tea. Only the most unbelievably annoying thing happened to me. These three surly Chinese guys - middle aged, shifty looking - were sitting behind us. And one of them got up, and, and - SNEEZED IN MY HAIR. By SNEEZED, I meant he rained snot/saliva on my hair. And I mean rained, because it was DROPLETS that I could feel LANDED in my hair. BIG DROPLETS. It wasn't even a sprinkle okay.
I was SO PISSED. SO SO SO PISSED. And he didn't even apologise, which just proves to me he did it on purpose. Because come on, you can't do that, and sort of not know you sneezed so hard onto someone's head! He just continued walking (to the toilet I assume). When we left the restaurant, I threw a sharp sideways glance at the three of them, and it seemed they were diao-ing me too. WHATEVER DUDES.
I washed my hair with a generous dollop of shampoo, but even now I feel the back of my head crawl. *shudder* ROAR!!!
Honestly, this sort of thing only happens to me. (shakes head and sighs)
Fuckanathans. Low-lifes. (mumbles curses under breath)
Aside from that, it was a good night. Yibs, I think your friends are fun :) I'll miss them all when I return to Singapore.
See, I told you I was getting nostalgic. Raarh.
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