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Friday, January 23, 2009
Roadtrip: Today Could’ve Been The Best Day Ever, Too Bad There’s Tomorrow. 9:58 PM

Today was so awesome. T’was awesome beyond words. But hey, tomorrow will kick ass more. The ride to KB wasn’t exactly what I expected it to be, it was... quiet. We did the whole laughing-our-asses-off-while-telling-bad-jokes-to-each-other thing after. Haha, but hey, you can’t shove the blame on anyone. Everyone had more or less just about FIVE hours of sleep. Azim slept at 5 AM. I frigging woke up at 5 AM. But the bus ride was... awesome. In my point of view. Calm, cool and... yeah.

 

We got to KB in about a couple of hours, and finally saw the studio, and it was freaking awesome. Sooooo much less crappy and tacky than I imagined, tis cool. After the main rehearsal, which was about noon, we went to the beach! Which was horribly polluted, the sea was colored BROWN, brown I tell you (“The sea looks like it could disintegrate my shoe if I dip it in” –Mickko)! We just spent a couple of minutes there because Richelle was so paranoid about it raining.

 

And so we were sent off to the rest house, and that was where all the fun began. There were twelve of us in one room with three single-sized beds and nothing else. Just imagine the mayhem & catastrophe caused. I’m pretty much willing to bet that rest house won’t ever allow SMS students in it as long as it stands, after seeing the room in the state we left it in. Bedcovers ripped off, mattresses all over the floor, duvets in crumpled heaps... well; I’ll leave the rest to your wild imagination. I mean, come on. It was a bunch of teenagers, what dyu expect?

 

And we played Truth or Dare. Which was... let’s just say that what happens in Room 104, stays in Room 104, savvy? Everyone was crazy hyper, especially Eddie (“Put your pet on a leash Richelle!” says Mickko) and Yzma, bloody hell, they wouldn’t stop screaming and after a round of shouting and hollering, we were told off by our teacher next door, apparently someone’s called and complained about the dissonance. Like I said, what d’you expect, we’re a bunch of 14 to 18 year olds in one room.

 

For the first hour, everyone was high on like, caffeine or something and after 60 minutes of causing chaos, everyone got a little burned out and yeah. Natacia & Mickko ended up sleeping. And not on the bed. Ironic though, how the people who didn’t sleep ended up ON the bed. By this point, I got mellow :3 Lying down on the bare mattress, exchanging stares with the plastered ceiling (“Chelsea’s dreaming...” muses Anand). Ah, mellowing away.

 

Anyway, we got back to the studio at 2 and did some camera blocking. Me likey the spinning studio chairs :3 I fell semi-asleep on it. Pretty bushed, didn’t get to sleep in the rest house. Oh, and did I mention we were recording using HD? I still don’t know what the freak it means but... yeah. I heard Heroes is being shot with an HD system, pretty cool huh? (“We’re like the new version of Heroes O.O” –Eddie)

 

After a couple of hours or so of fussing over make-up (Eddie was so...WHITE. He had like a mound of foundation on his face! Unnaturally white, eerie), simultaneously taking photographs using Alia’s Mac book and discussing religion and BME (also do not know what that is), we got back on the bus and began the journey back home. I guess it doesn’t sound very much epic when I write about it, but hell, it was epic the whole day :D Ask anyone.

 

So, today was awesome. Tomorrow, will definitely be awesome-er. We should do these roadtrips more often! I’m just too mellow to put my ecstasy into words. But I was euphoric, God knows.

 

The bus rides are the best.

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