All that drama

From all that haywire insanity floating around.

I'm drained, rather much. After today's madcap events, monotone to the untrained eye, hilarious to seasoned members of 3N'07.

Which brings to mind the process behind training an eye. Like, Pavlov-style? Woof-woof, good dog, now bite the hemlock.

DRAMATIC INTRODUCTION.

Woke up pretty early, before heading out to Orchard. Met up with Bert and Zach to contemplate jaywalking and existentialism in Wheellock place, before proceeding down the the MOE branch at Grange Road. A happy walk all the way down while watching the two afore-mentioned slap the stuffing out of each other while throwing some theories around.

Ah! The passion and vigor of psychological discourse!

We made it there in one piece, surprisingly.

Entered the seminar room, and sat down. Proceeded to discuss irrelevant topics whilst fiddling with handphones.

Then the actual presentation started, and wow, were we nervous and afraid and other pre-event cliche rubbish you insincerely write on blogs lengthen the post length!

So the first team went up to present on a topic I could not bother to remember, following which it came to our turn and we got up and.

DRAMATIC CLIMAX.

Walked over to the computer and opened our powerpoint, commencing presentation.

Speed was off, we nearly didn't make it in time. Content was pretty well covered, explains the speed bit. Remove all photographs of people from slides in future.

Anyway, we made it through the presentation, and the QnA was fine. Went back to our seats to slack for the rest of the session, trying our best to actually act like interested individuals who did not feel that the event was getting more and more boring as the seconds flew by.

Then the thing was over, and we left to room to discuss a bit and watch a chicken eat porridge. And of course, to formulate a plan to get our lazy bums to back to Orchard MRT.

We had, in supplies -
- 1 Car
- 3 Umbrellas
- 8 people

So three of us ended up walking back to Wheellock while the rest took a quick scoot into the car.

Though I kinda enjoyed the walk back. Considering how much we fooled around and made a public nuisance of ourselves. And we got there before the car - don't buy Toyota.

Wandered around, had lunch, then went to Bugis Street.

Which is crowded. Very crowded. Sardines have it easy.

We walked around the place like a bunch of lost sheep stuck in a frying pan. Similar hot and sticky phenomena. General pacing has its wonders, though. After a mere 3 hours or more, Zach actually bought the bag we had saw a long long long long long long long long time back! And Bing got a shirt all of a sudden.

I bought apple juice.

I am a sad, sad person.

So we amused ourselves a bit more by getting lost, before heading back to the MRT station. Hurrah and all that, we made it without being turned to pate by the omnipresent masses of people. And I went home.

DRAMATIC CONCLUSION. SUCH A TWIST IN THE PLOT.