Panam Twin Party.

I have to admit....Panam's party is the BEST!!!

In fact, its sooo good, people have to wait in line for more than half an hour just to enter.

Friday Night. Panam Twin Party.

My friends and I went as triplets just coz we could. We were wearing a tube top and a bareback cheong sam top. With jeans.

I was wearing slippers...while the two were wearing shoes.

Since the two friends of mine were watching Borat for free in the Union, we ended up reaching the party at 12 plus...and we didnt get in until ONE a.m....My toes were freezing...and numbed. I tried rubbing them with my feet but they remained cold. Plus, I was wearing a weave sweater so when the wind blows, my entire body shivered. I swear I must be the dumbest person in my group but hey, I wasnt ready to risk my other jackets to the mercy of the cigeratte smoke smell.

At first, the four pretty girls (one from japan) thought we could go in asap, since my friend, Ms R, had lots of connections. However, it turns out we have to push ourselves in. We ignored the long line gathering outside and strode towards the door. Unfortunately, there was only one line. The fast lane had closed. It turns out that the club had reached its maximum capacity. Thus, unless some people were going home, all of the latecomers were destined to wait outside...with or without our coat, and with or without shoes.

Thus, we got in after half an hour with only one hour left to spare for dancing. The dance floor was so crowded, you could barely pushed yourself forward. There were two stage. We danced on top of one, only because it is a known fact that you get more space up there and thus, more privacy. Of course, we werent facing the dance floor, we were hidden by another 4 lines of people dancing and were facing the drinking section, which had piles of bottles piled up. A photographer walked past, taking pictures of anyone. He turned his camera towards me, and there was a flash of light. Another time, he motioned for my partner and me. I smiled and the flash went off again.

At two, the DJ stopped played and everyone started filing out. Lucky for me, I didnt pay to get in (rep of MSA president...all president goes in for free) if not I would be really upset that I was in for only an hour.

Anyway, while heading towards the exit, I spotted a friend of mine. He must be a little high because he gave me a peck on the cheek. Not that I mind, but I think he did that on purpose. You know, alcohol helps you give in to your inhibitions. I wanted to see if he did the same to Ms R, but she was too distracted talking about something.

I also spotted PeterZ, a OK director/producer/actor/composer/everything else in the film industry wearing a silver coat and looking wild. He waved at my direction but I dont think he saw me. Yes, I do know him and I got his picture...damn, but he's so cute...and so young for his achievements he has made...

Later, I spotted another friend (working partner) of mine. He had a beer bottle in his hand. So we just took a picture. "Dont put it on facebook," he warned.

At last, I reached home at two plus, exhausted and a little happy to have attended Panam.