Bhangra Night

Hmm…Bhangra Night. Second night in a row I come back to my room at around 4 or 5 am after partying/going out. Been spending a bit too much since I got my loan money.

Bhangra night was…hmm…mediocre. Not many hot girls,music wasn’t all that good,just one free drink for a 20$ entry…and the whole place was just overcrowded. Clubbing is really not the thing for me. First of all…because I’m technically single (when it comes to clubbing atleast) and don’t have any girl to go dancing with exclusively…so it’s me with 10 other batchmates,which ofcourse is fun,but tiresome. Second of all, I’m not much into drinking and don’t smoke either. Third of all…I cannot dance for peanuts. I mean every time I go, I do feel I’m improving. But that’s in relative terms. I mean for a total stranger,I’d still look like a hopeless dancer.

Keeping all this in mind…somehow I always do manage to end up clubbin’. And after every time…I’ll give my standard dialogue, “Clubbing really isn’t the thing for me”. Haha…well,that’s me

The only entertaining part was prolly the ride back home in a bus full of 50 drunk NUS students,both Indian & Pakistani…screaming their lungs out singing their respective national anthems. And not to mention Agas,Pari and Sapan’s drunken ramblings.

Hilarious!