Lift Me Off My Feet.

One step into the hotel and you know,

and by you know, I mean YOU KNOW,

it is one crazy prestigious hotel.

I mean, SERIOUSLY.

From the reception to the lift to the rooms is probably 70 meters apart.

I love the smell of hotels.

They always remind me of foreign places, and exciting things to do.

Also of sun tan lotion and beaches!

Royal Chulan is seriously bad ass, just saying.

Anyway, all the talk with this hotel bizz,

is actually for a recent competition.

The seniors of NME have finally tried out for something.

Honestly,

it kind of sucks getting third.

But I don't really care.

The monstrous amount of cheers.

Everyone staring at you once you've stepped off the stage.

Random people coming up to you and telling you that your group was amazing.

Pointing out parts of choreography that you made.

And hands down, the best part of all.

Being able to dance with two of my best friends in the whole wide friggin' world!
Teehee.

Pictures will be up soon.

Then the whole story will be squished in.

For now, it's 12am.

I need to cut music.

Make a crazy alien costume.

Act like I know what to do at the flash mob practice tomorrow.
Figure out costing of printing of T-Shirts.

Settle my driving.

Pay for the stupid lost library book.

Get the itenary list for Penang this weekend.

Wash my hands cause it smells like Gabby the dog.

Find my Meowcat back cause it disappeared :'(

EAT.

Peanut butter jelly bread.

Om nom nom nom.

Long night ahead.

Le sigh of the century.