Reached there. Doing some shitty talking, looking around, and around 2:20 pm we went upstairs to see the musical. There is this stupid story. Our seats are M21 and M22 (VIP :P) and I didn't wear my specs that time so Joel is the one who lead me to the seat and after we sat on it, doing camwhore yet fail shit and then suddenly one prefect who's in duty approached us by asking for our ticket. He said "You guys sat on the wrong seat. It's F." And I was like "Joel, we're doomed. SHIIIIIEEEEET! A lot of peoples saw us." we're so embarrassed but it's okay. I gave Joel a motivation "Nevermind, F is stands for fuck you." LOL! What kind of motivation is that? =))
Ah beng :P |