Sunday, June 05, 2005
- man i'm so sleepy. and my back hurts like fury. i just went on a mass adding spree on friendster... now waiting to see who will or will not accept :p haha.
argh. i'm in extreme pain. like, my shoulders hurt, my tail bone hurts, my throats hurts. ahwell. now that the bitching is done, i can talk abt the taman warisan performance.
man, i read abt it in the papers! i mean, the malay heritage opening la. and apparently there was sth in the malay news abt nj, but i was so sleepy i didn't want to wait for it.
well, yesterday i was treated like someone on her deathbed. like, seriously! everyone was like, you better not do this/that/whatever otherwise you'll die. (-_-") i won't die la! see, i'm still alive. lol. i'm only sick, not terminally ill.
anw, it was great to see everyone again. bearing in mind that it's our last performance, i really really tried to go. despite my mom's call to go shopping, and for all that i still went to perform. lol.
met the fellow exco at KAP first for breakfast. for once (this is a real first so must be documented) i didn't act like some water barrel and drink all my drink before starting on the food :p haha. actually, i cldnt finish the drink. cos it kills my throat... but it was fun to just sit there and talk rubbish with the exco. as always.
then after that we rushed down to school and walked in the long way. by the time we reached the foyer we were drenched, it was THAT hot. then had practice for awhile. i was qt sorely out of practice la, plus just playing a bit made me damn tired... nvm, just hung in there. then we retreated to the german room to change and i dumped my heavy stuff there. lucky i can now leave my blazer in sch! i shan't miss it. hmph.
after all that hoo-ha, we went down to raffles hospital for our fringe performance. yep. the hospital looks like some bloody hotel la, so posh it was. then between performances we kept skipping into the a/ced lounge and the food court to explore.
okay, after the performance, we walked to taman warisan in kampong glam. it wasn't very far, and fortunately i'd prepped my feet with plasters and well, horrid ole stockings. suprisingly comfy. ahhhh. so i cld walk with da best of em. lol. so stupid right. okay, so we reached there uneventfully.
then after that we just kinda lazed ard until the procession for the PM. well, we cldnt see very much cos there were SO many performers! but they're qt nice. they talked to us and they have really cool costumes! elaborate head dresses and delicate slippers and halberds that look like they really cut. owie. there was even this guy with a huge sunshade to shade the PM walking in. we were SO envious! it was bloody hot and there we were in dratted long sleeves and blazer! -curses- ahwell.
okay, then laze ard some more cos we were scheduled to play as the PM left. he really watched us! altho we had to cut zapin short, and one of the malay dancers got cramps! i hope he's alright. he was shedding tears as he exited. ouch. then PM took a picture with us and shook mr zul's hand! haha. ltr we found out that it ain't really protocol to do this, you're supp to arrange it all beforehand, but PM did an impromptu for his alma mater! funkayy!
okay. the last souvenir of the day is this tiny little angklung which is SO DAMN CUTE! it's like, one half inches tall and half an inch wide. i cldnt think of a better souvenir and it made the trip and the suffering all worth it (almost)
ah well. ellyn, xh, kh victoria and i were walking out and we (at least the exco) were reminiscing abt the good times we had (mainly suaning kh) and how we weren't gonna have any more of them. it's true, we're no longer exco (altho i can't rmb that) and next yr's gonna be terrible. like, kh's gonna go army, freddy's probly going back to i'sia or wherever, we're all gonna be split into different unis. esp all those smart-ass excos, they're prob gonna get scholarships overseas. oh man. i was thinking that it's the last time we're ever going to see the whole J2 batch together and that is truly sad. for better or worse, at least we had the past yr or so. owell. c'est la vie.
thus was the last performance. our swansong.
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