In the lift of a hospital… (again) I was in plain clothes (my nice floaty blue dress… ), one arm cradling Kumar & Clarke…

Yr 3 MS: Hi, Miss! Are you… er… are you a M.S.?

Me: Ya, hi… (darn, K&C gave me away!)

Yr 3 MS: Are you local?

Me: (not again?!?!) Yaaaa, I’m local… Yes local *nods head firmly*

Yr 3 MS: Ooooh ic!

Me: (I’m so tempted to ask, why you ask if i’m local huh? I dun look local ah)

Yr 3 MS: So which year are you in?

Me: 5. Final liao, that’s why you see me carrying this around (move K&C ard a bit) Sigh.

Yr 3 MS: OH. ok.

Lift door opens, reach my floor…. phew!