Of Kbox and I

Now that the Family Dinner is over (that's why I didn't go for our Marche dinner), I'll make my mark on the FFLoosh blog.

So I'm still reeling in shock that I recognised the tunes of not one, not two, but THREE Chinese songs today at kbox. Yes, I am a self-professed banana, kentang, whatever. That (foreign)language really does baffle me quite a bit.

Anyway that's not the point of my inaugural FFLoosh post. Point is, I did have a really good time with all of you today, whether or not we all sang our lungs out. We really fulfilled our primary aims of reputation-losing and embarrassment, even though it was just within our own FFLoosh circle. Karaoke is not (and never will be) one of my favourite activities, but heck, with such great company, I didn't really care if I started laughing hysterically into the microphone or did something equally moronic. I bet you didn't either. (:

Besides being a complete and total kentang/banana (whichever you choose to apply to people such as myself), I can become quite the geek when it comes to school. So as you all might know, there's some orientation thing going on in school on 4th August. Rachel and I are going and I think Eveline too. So maybe we could all go down together, sit in the back of the LT and do what we always do if the talks get too boring. We could also plan our FFLoosh invasion strategies while the rest of the freshmen are intently listening to whatever professor is yakking away.

Before I start rambling on and on just like in my JC lit essays, I've decided to end here. Till the next time I get inspired enough to come here and type literary vomit, goodnight.

Don't Bug Me!

EDIT: If the above rambling happens to appeal to you, I have an entire blog filled with such musings/rambles/rants/literary vomit. go to http://daenutty.blogspot.com.

-Daena