Monday night’s rehearsal was awesome. It was the bomb; and in all possible sense of the statement. Like all bombs, C4 & nuclear alike, it caused much devastation to pretty much all of us. I still cannot comprehend how they could do this to us. What happened, you ask? They cancelled our frigging gig at JP. Man, that so infuriated me therefore diverting my attention from the MOE to JP authorities (I’ve got quite a temper, if you haven’t figured out till now).

And why did they cancel it? Well, this other music school performed & well, I guess JP thought it was more of a turn off to the public rather than an attraction. And frankly, they think our school’s gonna come off the same way. I mean, geez! They haven’t even seen us, and for goodness sake, that music school deals with classical stuff, like lounge music really but we don’t! Didn’t they see our concert at the Amphitheatre? But hey, whatever. They just lost themselves a pretty decent show. If they’re smart, they’ll uncancel the gig.

I wager you’re pretty much confused at how illogical I’ve started off this entry. Saying Monday night’s practice was great despite JP cancelling what we’ve looked forward to for how long now. It’s just that even though it was all bleak, the rehearsal was fun (again). But it was better than our other practices, this one was great. Just a bunch of people jamming to a nice song, it was great. A total blues-killer. Everyone left that night feeling elated and way better than when they showed up. It’s hard to explain what was so great about it, you know, it was just one of those “feel good” times. It was a compromise, what with the cancellation of the show. Whoever knew I’m Yours could be such a fun song?

....Okay, they’ve really gotta invent another word for ‘fun’. Ever since the rehearsals, I’ve overused it way too much. But hey, they are fun anyway. D’oh, there I go again!

Labels: good times, Neo, people, rehearsals

Something I’ve learnt about writing: If you feel that rush to write something, you’d better write it down now cause then later you won’t feel that pressing feeling to write that thing you wanted to write about earlier, therefore resulting in the loss of an entry that could’ve been at the least a mite entertaining. Savvy?

Hence, my shooting blanks......

Stuff that should’ve been written about earlier:

1. PMB Results
2. My aggressiveness towards the M.O.E.
3. Rehearsals before (oh, joy)
4. “The Double Taken Epiphany Over [insert name of object of interest here]”
5. Rehearsals yesterday (joy, joy)


Let’s start with number one. I got six A’s out of the seven I originally aimed for. I suppose that isn’t bad at all, I mean come on, 6 A’s right? ‘Sides, it wasn’t like I put much effort into the exam at all. You know me, lousy sleazebag. I merely stared at my textbooks, taking in as much as I can at the time with Wheatus playing as background music and all the time preoccupied with rehearsals (for the concert last November) every day.

Tell me, how many people can scrounge up 6 A’s after spending the night of the exam not memorizing the exact function of the pulmonary artery but instead perfecting solos? Okay kidding, I didn’t commit to any major soloing but you get my meaning. So yes, 6 A’s and a B (I got a B for computer, who cares anyway, the made us draw triangles and stuff, although it didn’t help that I deliberately scribbled “Refer to Form 3 textbook” as an answer to certain question, but yeah). Not bad. Not bad at all.

Of course, I got a D for BM. So what? I passed. Like Fall Out Boy said in one of the sweetest and most meaningful songs ever to be heard, “the best way to make it through with hearts and wrists intact is to realize 2 out of 3 ain’t bad.” That’s my motto. (I always thought they meant it to be for romantics but I guess it covers the academic front as well.)

And about my hostility towards MOE, I don’t feel the urgency to write about it now. They were just being unreasonably unfair & were showing a ridiculous amount of injustice towards foreigners therefore giving me the urge to drop a nuclear warhead right into the heart of the MOE building thus incinerating them all to ashes. Nothing much.

“Starts at my nose, make my crinkle my toes..” That’s one way to sing Bubbly. Hahahahaha. Seems like someone smells. Rehearsals at Neo of course, is always worth writing about. The parodies Teacher Sharon makes (I’m almost certain either you or T. Honey is reading this, there, I blogged it, hahaha), Chuan & Calvin’s one-liners, the ludicrous nicknames my friends have given me and all that. Always a joy. There was also this one time where T. Sharon thought that Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours was nothing but a perverted serenade: “Open up your pants and damn you’re free.” Hahahahaha. Honestly. She heard it all wrong. Funny what a mess that can create.

Some have taken up the habit of calling me all sorts of petnames. They’re all weird and nonsensical really. There’s “weirdo” (Nina gave me that name, I guess by now you can pretty much sum up why), there’s Coke, since I stubbornly refused to be recalled as The Weirdo, Joe calls me “his dear” as in “What’s the matter my dear?”, there’s the incredibly unintelligent one, Chel The Sea by Calvin, and there’s also Sexy Mama (which really freaks me out, you have no idea).

There’s also the corniest of them all, My Fair Maiden, courtesy of Chuan. Geez. And if that isn’t cheesy enough, he also refers to me as Juliet. As for Romeo, why don’t you ask him yourself who it is? And the one other nickname I so warned them not to call me: Chepii. I’m not in the 6th grade anymore! And of course, there’s the very creative one: Chelsea. Yep, nothing like getting back to basics, don’t ya think?

If name calling wasn’t enough, they make fun of my habit of swearing in Chinese. Now every single one of them is going around bellowing “WAAAAAAAALAO!” I’m not quite sure what it means in English, I just think it’s better swearing in a foreign language cause then nobody’d know you were using an expletive. But yeah, they say the way I pronounce it is hilarious =.= These guys.

About number 4. No comment. Maybe I’d find myself the urge to write about that later.

Number 5. I spent the whole afternoon at Neo yesterday (come to think of it I spend every single day at Neo; I’m practically living there already). I had class at around 1:45 till about 3 and there were rehearsals at 5 so I didn’t bother going home. That gave me about a couple hours to kill. I spent the first one on my laptop and when Joey ran out of battery, I took a walk around the neighbourhood and was sort of like, stalked by these two kids. Yeah.

Rehearsals were great as usual (it’s kinda like protocol, rehearsals MUST be fun), demurring the fact that I was starving and all the food available was a packet of watermelon & lemon flavoured Nerds, sour bombs and a bottle of water. Nerds do not qualify as food! But above all else, it was fun. Only we were missing Neesah and the rest. Neesah, oh, Neesah, wherefore art thou Neesah? KK, I heard. I wanna go to KK too! *sulks* And Howard was inexcusably late; actually, he came when practice was over.


Howard enters.

Chels & Chuan: Dude, you’re so late! Practice is over!
Howard: Is practice over?
Chels: Chyeah. It’s 7! Rehearsals were at like, 5. You’re two hours late.
Howard: Oh. Okay.

Howard leaves.


That was so weird. Though, I’m not quite sure whether he actually came late on purpose or honestly didn’t know rehearsals weren’t at 7 *shrugs* T. Honey wasn’t there the whole practice; she went off to have her hair redone or something. She had a haircut sometime earlier and she thinks her hair was “butchered” and therefore went to some other parlour to get it fixed. Tsktsk. I wonder how her hair is now. *shrugs again*

I guess that’s about it for the last few days... Oh my Lord, Christmas is in five days! That was way quick. It’s Mom’s birthday on 24th (pretty cool date eh?), I’ve yet to get her a birthday gift. Wow. Now that’s real quick. Can you guys believe it’s December already? Next thing you know, holidays are over and done with, we’ll be back in school, our behinds stuck on the chairs, attempting to understand ‘O’ Level material and anxiously awaiting the bell to signal recess and/or dismissal. But hey, at least I’ll be with my mates. Makes school (mostly, our school’s to blame, I guess I could do with any other school, our school’s like a military what with Ronnie running it like it is one) whole lot bearable.

Labels: exams, myself, Neo, people, rehearsals

Oh, cheesecake. Mmmm.


I’ve got an updated recipe for fun: put the lot of us band kids within a 10-mile radius of each other with cheesecake, Coke, Ruffles and oh, Coke. Always works. Just like tonight, it was beyond fun. Beyond. Fun. Awarding Ceremony right? And all us band people, well most of us, and of course, our circle of buddies, the ones I’ve grown mighty close to throughout the whole concert/rehearsals thing were there. Except of course, Nina & Shannon. You guys just missed another truckload of memories.

It was so fun! Aneesah, why’d you have to leave so early? We just starting to have fun you know, with the Coke and Devil Child and Ruffles. Haha. Someone was smart enough to provide us with Ruffles. Not to mention ridiculously sour Lays. So it was Sour Cream & Vinegar flavoured. Still. It tasted funny. But that only adds to the fun fun fun. Chyeah.

I came about 15 minutes late (it was raining cats and dogs, wow, never thought I would ever use that expression, and the road off my house was flooded like mad) and I arrived just in the nick of time, again, never thought I’d have to use that phrase, to hear my name called out. It was like: *enters mini hall* *sits down* *name gets called* *gets up* *sits down again*. And 10 minutes later the whole certificate thingy was over and we were entertained by these mightily talented kid drummers. Distinctions, they got, for the Rockschool exam last month. Three cheers. Whoo.

And quarter of an hour later, refreshments were served. Cheesecake, Coke, Ruffles, Lays and some weird lime green carbonate drink. And that’s when all the fun began. Heck yeah. I’ll put down the quotes later, it’ll be easier to get the gist of the moments that way.

Ah good times. And don’t forget the Devil Child. She was sitting right next to me the whole time and was being mild mannered. When most of everyone’s left, that’s when she became incredibly hyper and started doing the most ridiculous things. To me, especially. She would attempt to bite my wrists off, she’d cling on to my leg like super glue, she’d do a whole lot of other things which I cannot mention here lest other 7 year olds decide to follow suit. I was grateful enough that she did not spit tuna sandwich on me again like at the Amphitheatre weeks ago. Yeah, I guess someone thought it a funny joke to serve tuna again.

Oh, and she, well her name isn’t really Devil Child, it’s like, Amalie or something, well, she just won’t sit still. She’d either be running around, jumping up and down or gnawing someone’s hands off. It’s like a rule; Devil Child must not sit down. Ever. And if she does try to stand still, she’d fall down. I am not exaggerating. Ask anyone! The kid. Haha. But she is cute. Oh dear, I’ve grown attached.

Besides the fun with the kid, the photo taking was super; we were caught in awkward poses, thus resulting in ‘wrong’ shots. Oh and Chuan & I had this eating competition on who could eat the most slices of cheesecake. And guess who won? Duh. Me. Hahaha. I sorta just stuffed all the cheesecake into my mouth. I must’ve looked ridiculous yet again. But hey, now I’ve got a food reputation. Yay me.

Although, I did lose the carbonated drinks competition with Idrous after that. We filled up these plastic cups with Coke, of course, and found out who could finish the lot first. And he won. Well, as the great Bart Simpson once said, “You win some, you lose some.” But as Thornapple from The Born Loser once said too, “You can’t lose em all.” I’m gonna get you for this Idrous! Bring on the Coke. (That’s a funny phrase.)

So Joak asked me how much I weighed and Idrous was convinced he could carry me. And he did. Cinderella style. It wasn’t so bad. Until he started semi-throwing me into the air and catching me and then he spun so fast, it felt like one of those insane spinning rides you find at amusement parks. When he finally put me down, the room and everyone else in it wouldn’t stay in focus. What a ride. Everyone thought it amusing, teacher Mark was screaming for more =.=

Hahahaha. Good times eh? Honestly. These guys never get old. Everyone just goes crazy whenever we see each other, even though the last time we were together would be less than three days. Haylie almost cried. Again.

Oh God, I love these guys! Amazing people. And guess what? We’re going out this weekend to watch Twilight, Ells, hope you don’t mind that I bring I few awesome, awesome people. Can’t wait for Saturday.


So here are a few quotes from tonight:


Chels: (to Chuan) Hey Calvin.
Chuan: I’m not Calvin!
Chels: Gee, I’m sorry; you guys have names that are almost the same!


***


Idrous brings tuna sandwich from the refreshment table.

Chels: Thanks. *opens sandwich to reveal the spread, tuna*

Chels: AAAARRGHH! TUNA! What kind of a sick joke is this?! *goes paranoid, looks for the Devil Child* It’s the whole tuna sandwich thing all over again!


***


Chels goes to the refreshment table.

Idrous: Why don’t you take some of the cheesecake?
Chels: *in shock* THERE’S CHEESECAKE?
Idrous: Yeah! *points to cheesecake tray*
Chels: CHEESECAKE. *grabs at least 6 slices* No one told me there was cheesecake! *grabs more*
Idrous: Chels.


***


Chels walks back to the gang with cheesecake.

Chels: Guys, there’s cheesecake!

Everyone rushes off to the refreshment table. (Ah, the effect of cheesecake.)


***


Chels sits next to Amalie, plays with her.

Chuan: Hey Chels, isn’t that the Devil Child?
Chels: Well yeah, but she’s nice now.

Amalie bites at Chels.

Chels: See?


***


Chels: (to Calvin) Hey Chuan!

Chuan turns.

Chels: Oh no wait! I’m sorry, gosh; you guys are just so alike!


***


Joak, Chuan, Calvin, Neesah, Haylie and Chels pose for a photo.

Teacher Honey: Where’s Aaron Ho?
Chels: Aaron ho?????


***


Haylie, Calvin, Chuan, Neesah, Chels & Joey talk about random things. Aaron Ho passes by.

Joey: Bye Pokémon!

Aaron Ho turns around and corners Chuan.

Aaron: What did you call me?!
Chuan: *cringes* It wasn’t me!!!

Joey runs away, behind the wall laughing his arse off. Everyone else laughs as Aaron continues to manhandle Chuan.


***


Aaron: I’ve had that since I was little!

Aaron Ho walks away.

Chels: Why did you call him Pokemon again?
Joey: Oh, cause his email is Pokemon231.

Everyone bursts out in laughter.


***


Teacher Mark has the camera. Haylie, Neesah, Joey, Chels, Chuan and Calvin pose.

T. Mark: One, two, three—*coughs*.
Everyone: *Groan*
T. Mark: Alright, again. One, two, three! *5 seconds pass* Do you press this button?
Everyone: *Groans again.*
T. Mark: Alright, one more time. One, two, three! Oh, no lights! *phone goes on standby*
Everyone: *GROOAAAN.*

Teacher Mike comes and takes the photo.

Haylie: Finally. Someone who knows how to use a phone!


***


Joey: (to Chuan) Hey Calvin.
Chels: You mean Chuan.
Joey: No, I mean Calvin. I’m talking to him *looks to Chuan*
Chels: That’s Chuan.
Chuan: Why do keep mixing us up?! We don’t even look alike!
Chels: Well, you don’t. Actually you do, a bit. You have the same eyebrows. The same eyes. Oh and your nose is the same as his.

Chuan looks at Calvin.

Chuan: NO!!!


***


Idrous: *grabs bottle of weird lime green carbonate drink* This is mine now. *walks away with the bottle*


***


Amalie aka the Devil Child grabs Chels’ arm and tries to bite it.

Chels: Hey! If you come near me again, my bodyguard’s gonna get ya.
Amalie: *cracks her tiny knuckles*
Joey: *stands next to Chels* Yeah. *snaps fingers*
Haylie: Chyeah.
Amalie: *freaked out* *stares at us*
Chels: Okay it’s all good, she’s freaked out now.


***


Aaron A sits alone. Chels walks up to Aaron A.

Chels: Well SOMEONE’S being antisocial.


***


Chels & Aneesah pose for a photo. Neesah is all ready.

Teacher Honey: *about to take photo*
Chels: Oh crap, is there tuna in my teeth?


***


Everyone laughs about something. Chels spills Coke on the floor.

Chels: Aneesah, your nose!!!

(Recall the scene a few rehearsals back where Coke came spattering out of Neesah’s nose)


***


Amalie hits Chels’ butt. Amalie runs off laughing like a maniac.

(Repeat this scene at least five times)

***

Chels: Okay, whose idea was it to give the Devil Child Coke?


***


Teacher Honey and Chels talk about Acoustic Night.

Haylie: Acoustic Night! *starts sobbing*


***


Chels has to leave.

Haylie: Wait! *hugs Chels tight*
Chels: Gee, I’ll still see you on Saturday. *yet, hugs back*



And those are just the ones that CAN be quoted down. The rest? I’m not good enough at recapturing. It was fuggen’ comical or even more so. I guess you can exactly comprehend how funny it is to us. It’s a band thing. Well, g’nite fellas. I’ll see you on Saturday. Somebody bring cheesecake, I think Chuan wants a rematch.

Labels: band, good times, Neo, qoutes

Well. Cheese flavoured Ruffles. Good enough.

I just got back from rehearsals about three hours ago and it was semi-epic. Haha. We had a mini party on the school’s stairs. There was Coke and Ruffles and Lays, gummy worms and marshmallows, muffins and chicken nuggets! Well the paper does say “students are advised to bring food & water”, we just decided to bring junk food and plastic cups.

Regrettably though, the Coke finished up quicker than I could get a second drink. Because Aneesah just had to spill it all out of her nose. Or mouth. Either which. Hahahahaha. You shoulda seen that though, it was raining Coke. Well, on my spot anyway. :D She sorta kinda laughed while drinking Coke (with pieces of Ruffles mixed in it) and Joack (this really cool dude who sings) was telling a joke and yeah. You know how milk spills outta people’s noses? This is kinda like the same thing. Only NON-DAIRY. *shudders. Peace Aneesah :DD

And I met this really cool and interesting dude (I think he’s gay though, so no weird ideas yeah). He does a great Cockney accent and complains about how the boys around here are...quiet. Can’t blame him though. Haha. So anyway, today’s rehearsal was fun, better than the other times. Oh. And I’ve just established my Most Dangerous Guitarist Alive status, and my reputation is growing. I hit another person on the head. ><

Joel suggests we jam since he plays the drums fast enough for the sticks to fly off from his hands and stab someone. We shall be epic. Whoohooo. *does headbang*

So today’s our last major rehearsal and tomorrow we’re heading off to the Amphitheatre itself. (I still need a ride there and Honey suggests I hitch a ride with her but annoyingly, I’ve no idea what time I’m supposed to show up at Neo which is why I am here, waiting, waiting, waiting for her to get online and tell me. Oh, I’d love to text her, but remember the economic downfall we’re currently experiencing? Yeah, she’s out of credit as well. Oh my little problems.)

I can’t believe the concert’s in 4 days. It’s one of those how-in-heaven’s-name-did-time-get-lost-so-fast moments—she’s online, HALLE-FREAKING-LUJAH!!

So anyway, it makes me all gooey and sad that the concert’s up real soon. I mean, yeah, I am excited and whatever but it’s the fact that I won’t be seeing my new found buddies after the concert and the thought of it all makes me—alright. I’m not gonna make you guys read this right now. I’ll right about it some other time, ‘cause for now, I am hitting the sack. Or hay. Goodness, whatever. Sleeping is my point. It’s 11 for heaven’s sake. Go to sleep. ><

Sleep well.

Labels: hilarious, music, Neo, people, personal things, rehearsals