Mass Dance at Suntec was a whole new experience, and I'm still feeling embarrassed for falling right at the feet of an entire row of seniors. I was trying to avoid colliding into a senior who was running fast; but I failed miserably and ended up falling. The next thing I knew, I was helped back up onto my feet and staring into the senior's face.
"Are you okay? You sure you okay? You sure? You sure?"
It was a funny you-had-to-be-there moment, although both my elbows hurt now. Looks like I'm still in my clumsy phase. Darn.
Amidst all the fun I had, I still have this nagging feeling eating away at me.
I don't feel like I'm being myself at TJ yet. It's as if I'm witholding a part of me. And that feeling isn't exactly very comfortable.
Anyhows, I hope I'll have a great week ahead.
Although I'm already annoyed thinking about the long, jerky, motion sickness inducing bus ride home.
Someone please tell me why the journey home is always longer than the journey to school?