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Monday, March 14, 2005


Okay this is a belated Saturday and Sunday post since it's already 0003 Monday morning.

Saturday

Went to watch Howl's Moving Castle in the afternoon with eugene, (whom was 15 min late!), but thankfully not late for the show. =) Anyway, it was a very sweet show and the guy is chao ji shuai! XD Okay, so he's a big metrosexual, obsessed about his looks and has a tendency to be rather cowardly and dramatic. But he's cute! And calcifer was very amusing too... And cute. And the dog was cute. And I have a serious lack of vocabulary. Oh well, they were all exceedingly adorable! =) The ending was sappy and sweet, the sort that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even though the theatre was cold. But my wallet is still recovering from the fact that I paid 8.50 for a (very nice) cartoon. And must thank eugene for pei-ing me to watch that movie since everyone else had already watched it, even though he was about to sleep/yawning throughout some parts. Oh yar, when the scarecrow turned back into the prince, some kid in the audience started crying... All the way until the end of the show. O.o

We ended up wandering around and settled at the esplanade library to do work. Actually I was reading my national geographic and he was doing work. But we were both waiting for cg to come before we could go get dinner/lunch.

Suntec unfortunately was having a IT fair that I think half of Singapore was interested in visiting. So in order to make our way there, we squished through throngs of people, brisk walking and cutting through crowds just to reach the overhead bridge. But looking at the overhead bridge's never ending line of people, the three of us (successfully) attempted to jaywalk and reached Suntec city feeling not so squished.

Even though cg wanted to go there to get a new camera, we abandoned the idea in the end since it was 1) very crowded 2) late. Squished past the crowd and (jaywalked) across the road again to make it back to city hall. Then attempted to chiong all the way back to school. In a taxi nonetheless, before we realised we were early anyway. Then cg and I were stoning around at my class bench, waiting for boonpin or the audi doors to be open.

Skipskipskip to concert.

I don't know, but somehow nycb sounds better in my opinion. Although they mess up the national anthem every morning, but when it comes to their concert, they sound very polished and grand.

-randomness- I just read amelia's entry about daoju and wo bu you zi zhu de ku le. There's just so many memories, so many things that will forever stick in my mind. The books we painted and repainted, that were never to be used. The clock that they made and we remade that is now sitting cautiously in an ikea plastic bag. The litres and litres of paint that we used to white wash panels, the shelf, the doors etc. The paint that somehow or another found it's way onto me and my clothes. The enamel paint that sticks adamently onto your skin and clothes, refusing to come off unless dealt with by turpentine. The pink panels we painted so dutifully, staring at the panels and wondering how on earth the same shade of pink from the same bucket could produce different colours and white patches on the panels. I'll remember how they painted and repainted and repainted again the shampoo bottles. Or how they did the lightboard and touched up and added things and touched up and used modern technology to help the font look neater. Or how the rotten black paint stank to high heavens and we had to use it to paint the swivel chair bases and many other black objects. Or how we rejoiced when that bucket was finally used up and we could open a new can that didn't smell so bad. I'll miss the radio that provided endless hours of entertainment, or kaijie's collection of songs and cds that included songs from our generation to that of our parents. I'll remember the crates that we painted, repainted and painted and painted over and over again. I'll remember white washing the backdrop, receiving the news that it didn't look alright and rewhitewashing/painting it all over again. I'll remember how chio the heart looks when it's lighted up. I remember how we moved props all the way to the audi for our very first lian pai. I remember marking tai for the first time and the irritation we felt at having carpeted floors to which the tape wouldn't stick. I remember it was the first time we moved the see saw to the auditorium and it took all of 3 or 4 people to lug it there. I remember our very first lian pai, where we broke about every single rule in a good daoju member's book. We sat on the floor, sat on daojus, talked backstage, peeked at the show from behind the curtains and essentially bonded to a certain extent. I remember feeling a sense of apprehension when the zong jian made us stay back after lian pai yi, only to release us a moment later, with no scolding whatsoever. I remember moving props all the way to the hall for the following lian pais and zong cais. I remember marking tai till late at night, and coming early for cai pai the next day. I remember the tech runs we would have before the actual run, and the few minutes of break we would have that we would spend lounging around on stage, furiously drinking water or lying down to rest. I remember the stress and tension I feel everytime wei starts. I remember how I move the swivel chair and now grow to hate it to bits for being so noisy and it's uncanny ability to move away from facing the audience when you put it down. I remember dropping the canteen bench on my foot, one daoju night that I was very irritated with myself with. I remember that same day I vented my frustration on the poor swivel chair, putting it down with slightly more force than necessary. I remember how when we huan chang from tian tang to damuzhi, how yi yun and I would frantically rush to the brother's door and try and push it to it's proper marking. I remember that the same week, I had the canteen bench falling on the same week as the week whereby the platform went over my foot. I remember yiyun and I giving each other looks during damuzhi, or the daoju people telling me to jia you for the 3 swivel chair huan chang in wei. I remember how all the daoju people give each other that same knowing look when some yan yuan rough handles our props. Or how we giving each other knowing smiles when it's damuzhi and we hear the erhuh or CIMT. I remember niaoing amelia and being niaoed by xiumin. I remember having 10 minute or less dinners, slowly progressing to no dinners (at least for me) and not even wanting to go to the canteen, preferring instead to stay and help out with the banner etc. I remember the daozhangs and their way of clapping. I remember jiayi's rawr and liting's walking on the spot. I remember weekuan sleeping at every opportunity he had, in B107 or at the hall stage. I remember laughing at the guys acting gay. I remember laughing during debriefs when the guys would announce their new group name. (Like xun yue tuan) I remember our often visits to KAP and just sitting there and crapping. I remember everyone from daoju, amelia, rachel, rebecca, ji ching, angela, wenqi, xiumin, zixian, zhiyu, jas, lin min, hua ming, liang cheng, lenny, nicholas, xin yu, xue fen, darryl, kaijie, cheong heng, the nj senior that comes back every now and then, the seniors from dunno which batch of daoju that will come back and help (and cause us all to feel extremely stressed for some unbeknownst reason), siokyee, kailing and of course, weekuan, jiayi and liting. I will miss every single one of them and the sounds of the radio coming from the amphitheatre that signals that daoju is at work, I'll miss peering into B107 when I go there early to see if anyone is around and being greeted by the sight of bags, since those that are here are at the amphi helping out already, I'll even miss washing paintbrushes and cursing whenever I wash enamel paintbrushes and get paint on my hands. I'll miss the paintbrushes that never seem to be completely clean, I'll miss the blunt penknives and scissors that sometimes hinder more than help our progress. I'll miss the boundaries of the daoju gong zuo fang that are marked out by raffia and nylon string. I'll miss expanding our boundary whenever new massive props are made. I'll remember walking into the raffia when they did. I remember all the chalk vandalisms that are written under the staircase, and how we heaved it up the narrow staircase to the hall. I remember how someone said there was a mouse in the woodpile and how the woodpile grew fungi. I'll miss the sounds of the mu gong in the background and everyone else having to shout over the din. I'll miss everything about daoju and huang cheng and I don't want it to end. I really don't...
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As I was saying (it's now 8 plus in the morning and I'm in a much calmer state of mind) nycb sounds more polished and coordinated. Or maybe it's the acoustics of the place? I was suddenly a bit regretful that I didn't fully appreciate the facilities we had back at ny. The stage I'm now extremely grateful for and the science labs. I didn't enjoy the concert as much as I would have liked to, but I think it's just me. And the audience that night had quite little knowledge of ettiquette. Cheering and all is fine, but there has to be a certain limit! And it's not some singer's concert or anything, it's a band concert for goodness sake. If people don't shut up, there's no way the concert can progress. The conductor even had to turn around and shh the audience, but after a while another group shouted again, then another. It was extremely disappointing and I know that if it was back in ny, we'd have a extremely nice talk early in the morning the next school day. Oh well.

Sunday

Woke up bright and early to have tuition for two hours before rushing to get to city hall and hoping that I wasn't late. (I wasn't! In fact I was still early and only like 3 or 4 people were around yet.) Skipskipskip till at Suntec, where the congested human traffic meant that we were squeezing through even more people to get to Sizzler's by 1230 so that the reservation wouldn't be cancelled. As usual I was brisk walking all the time trying to keep up with kai ling etc. When we finally reached the place, we stared at the menu and most of us decided on the salad bar in a last minute bid to salvage our wallets. It wasn't too bad actually, since shell and I decided to try a bit of everything and took small amounts of nearly everything at the salad bar. We also set up a new club called ping guo pai (apple pie for the uninitiated) for apple lovers! And da man 2 has huang li pai (aka pineapple pie, also for the uninitiated). I guess we didn't really bond with the seniors since it was guy girl segregation and senior junior segregation at the girls' table. =( Interaction wise it was a disappointing meal, but I had daoju outing to look forward to.

Left with xinyu after talking and paying up at Sizzler, whilst some of the class went to kai ling's house for mahjong. Thinking that I was late, since liang cheng told me that they were meeting at 230 to make xiao dao ju, I was trying to rush, but xinyu was rushing more than me. We ended up meeting really early and the xiaodaoju was nearly finished anyway. Xinyu ended up mugging and the rest of the j1s were playing weird games from primary school... Huaming especially kept whacking ame till her hands were red, then no one wanted to play with liang cheng cos of his seemingly violent tendencies. (whacking the back of your hand till it bleeds apparently) And we concluded that guys have veins that stick out, and nicholas has this uncanny (albeit disturbing) ability to move one vein across a bone or something. =S Then the rest of the seniors and jas came then we proceeded to Temasek club. It's in this place which looks really ulu from the outside, but is very re nao inside. Finally managed to play bridge properly whilst waiting for it to become 6 pm, since jas booked it from 6 to 9pm.

Went in there and finished the bridge game, whilst other people were singing. It was quite funny, since whenever any weird or old song came up, the mike was passed to kaijie, since he was the one with the remote control and probably chose all the weird songs too! I think I recorded some of it, shall look through my phone later. I remember the guys acting gay all over again, and dancing ai ni! (which I video recorded... XD) I also recorded dang ni gu dan (daoju version), haiz...

I'm going to miss hanging out with this bunch of people. =( I feel closer to them than I do to my class, but thankfully my class has a lot of huang cheng people, so we all know what each other is going through. And I think I'm finally getting used to having a large number of guys around the school now, from daoju, since my class can't be said to have an even remotely large number of guys... I enjoyed the karaoke part and even the nightwalk through some weird track where we sang things from daoju 2005 de gao bai to the tchs school song to entertain ourselves and zhuang dan since it was extremely quiet. We crossed a train track and avoided stepping on the middle line since it's the one that's connected to the electric supply, I think. But quite cool lahz, since I've never done it before and will probably not do it again... =) They ended the day having dinner at some old hawker centre which didn't sell very good food, and I reached home past 11 again. Thankfully didn't get nagged or anything since both my parents were already asleep and my grandma was close to falling asleep.

Unfortunately expenditure for the past two days has been really really large and I hope that I get my money back from xiaolee soon... My piggy bank is getting empty... =(