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Sunday, April 12, 2009, 9:44 AM
We pretend to be someone else
I woke up today at 9am, my alarm still set for that time cos it'd be when i'd get up and head to school for the start of another day of rehearsals, but i woke up today at 9am, and for once in 4 months, i had nothing to do. Headed down to barker to visit the good ol drama club to watch as they rehearse their SYF piece for tomorrow. Was sposed to stay till 7 but before i got there, Hannah called me up and said she's going to chinatown to buy an ipod and to shop and asked if i wanted to come. So i followed cos i was being nice. I swear the entire thing was like one of those nightmares you'd find people having in a comedy movie. We made our way round chinatown, the quirks and queers of that area striking us like lightning, i'm not used to seeing such queer characters around. 600BC year old women with low cut tops sauntering around with huge plastic bags filled with macabre unnecessary objects, men dressed in shiny type material suits with reebok sneakers, and annoying men with mics strapped to their cheeks advertising mops and steam irons. Hannah got an i-pod classic at $350 which is a major discount cos she went to other shops and compared, upon knowing that she got a pretty good buy, she started singing along to the song playing on the shop's radio and kept on belting out the lyrics long after we left the shop and the music dwindled away. I swear, people stopped and stared. And i walked quickly ahead of her to pretend i knew not of her existance. Then we walked to god knows where to end up at this really cool bookshop called books actually. It's like a dream haven for me, it was so indie/retro/avant-garde art -ish. She and i both bought a book. Then, the nightmare began. We walked aimlessly down the hill we had trudged up to only to walk back up to the taxi stand that was on it. And then suddenly, this conversation began. Hannah: Andrew i want my tutu.I'm tired, i'm lost and i'm hungry and i want my tutu. ( she said it so loudly i swear people in Africa could hear it) Hannah: Andrew, look, what's that say, what's that sign look behind you! Me: What? Where? Guinness? which one? Hannah: No Andrew, look, It's It's, It's Subway. (We are both complete die hard fans of subway) (She then starts slowly dragging herself to the sign that said subway) Me: No Hannah noo! We'll miss the cab if one comes by! Hannah stop! Don't! Forget subway! Stay here just wait for the cab. (We both stared at the road to find that it was as empty as a desert highway at 4am in the morning. So, reluctantly, she dragged me toward the subway sign) So we trekked up the hill and made our way to the subway sign, looked under it to find no subway branch whatsoever. At this point, we were both just shocked and defeated. And then, we look up on the other side of the sign, and it read "Subway, Production Management Office" You'd think they'd put that little fine print on BOTH sides of the sign. And then, we looked to the completely barren and deserted road where it'd seem no car would ever go pass and you could sleep on the road,and a yellow back taxi drove past us and there was no one inside. Tsk. So you'd think this couldn't get worse? Well, we crossed the street and waited by a pillar for any taxi to arrive, and just our luck! One did, but just as it approached, the window rolled down and the man said he couldn't bring us to where we were headed. So we gave up and tried walking down the hill and reached a forkroad where Hannah wanted to go right and I, left. I don't know why but i followed Hannah as she walked down the right side, and as i turned back to check we had not missed any taxis, a blue backed cab drove past the exact spot we were standing at the forkroad. So we laughed/cried/shouted/screamed and slumped ourselves at the bottom of the road and turned a corner to cross the road, just as this happens, a silver back taxi drove and stopped right next to us, but the wonderful drive was looking at the other side of the road to check for cars before driving out to the main road and did not see us frantically screaming and waving for it. Tsk. We however, managed to get a cab in the end and i cabbed her home before heading home. I swear, it was like something out of a movie. Sigh. These are just a few of the pictures that mugged my camera. ![]() I think these shots are pure badass. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Mivio! <3 ![]() Pris =) ![]() Hannah. ![]() ![]() Mellll ![]() Liannn ![]() Kat! :D ![]() ![]() ![]() Michelle, My belle. That's all i can be bothered to upload onto photobucket. The rest however, are on facebook. I'm gonna find something to do. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao [End of Edit] What can i say really, the odyssey was the epitome of amazing. I couldn't even dream of a better way to start off the year with. Opening night was on thursday, i honestly hated this show cos i was in a complete state of limpness. And for some reason, when i first came out for my first scene, i was pouring buckets of sweat and make up had gone into my eyes, and you've no idea how much that hurts, so i stood there on stage this lumbering mass of sweat and tears not allowed to touch his face to wipe away the pain cos it'd break my character. Friday's show was a little better, but extremely boring. Last night however was total magic. We made magic on that stage last night. The Odyssey is the first and last performance i'll ever get to do with my seniors, which i think is completely unfair cos they (honest to god) are the most amazing bunch of people ever put together under a rooftop together at one time. And to think i'm never gonna be able to be on stage with them again just kills all joy that's left in my blood. It was worth it, whatever i had sacrificed for it, these 4 months of pure blood sweat and tears were worth it. If i could actually, i would do it all over again. I returned home each night at the unearthliest hours you can think of with bunches of flowers in my hand and tons of really sweet memos and cards from my seniors, and pointless gifts like a water gun, a bubble gun, a sparkle hair band, a stuffed toy fish, a rubber-duck styled pig and tons of chocolates, and more recently, a small dish with 4 seashells glued to its base. Arrived home last night at 3 after suppering with everyone at macs. We were sposed to have a post production party, but the madams thought we wouldn't have enough energy. Pfft, we prolly had enough energy to stop a freight train with our toes. We'll prolly have one though (i hope) All of us brought cameras and snapped away like the button depended on your life, i ended up with 472 photos, and i'm just gonna dump em all on facebook cos i think if i had to put them all here, my fingers would commit suicide. i'm starting to feel all listless and empty already, this has always happened for every production i've been in. Tsk. I leave you now with quotes from the quirkiest people in this production, quotes that have made me and everyone else laugh. (backstage, bored, somehow, the subject of my leg muscle came into the conversation) Mivio: Yes i've touched it before, it's damn hard. (archanaa'a classic) Archa: Knock knock Everyone: Who's there? Archa: Interrupting sheep. Everyone: Interru- Archa: BAAA BAAAA BAAA BAAA (On the second day in the afternoon before make-up, on the subject of John getting hit in the crotch when vinesh trips him with a walking stick) Edlyn: I knew it, John you got hit in the crotch last night right? Everyone saw and we were like ouch. John: Yea cos vinesh hit my stick too hard and it just whacked me (On the final day, before going on standby backstage) (my fav quote) Mrs Creffield: On that stage, the world that you create, is perfectly, absolutely, completely real. (just a few seconds ago via sms) Gou: hehe yo i'm like taking a shower HAHAHA. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao |
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