It is precisely 3:07 on a Saturday morning over here. It seems that over the holidays, I have miraculously metamorphosized (is there such a word?) from an early sleeper at 10 pm to a very nocturnal and very much hungry teenager.

I sleep in the day; I’m practically a vampire or something! And I am not proud of it. I’m missing a lot of meals waking up at 3 in the afternoon! I’m barely cutting it close for what the English call ‘high-tea’. No wonder I’m so famished at 2 am.

But I am not alone in my nocturnalism (again, is there such a word?). Ever since the holidays, everyone’s been pretty much asleep during daylight hours and wide awake without the aid of caffeine after hours. Gee. We teenagers are mutating, aren’t we? Sooner or later, we’d get nightvision. Or like, the ability to conjure food out of absolutely nothing to satiate our midnight thirst for Cheetos and beef jerky. That’d be radical. Tee-hee!

Speaking of holidays, these emergency holidays are starting to bore me out of my cranium. Swine flu hasn’t hit me but it’s killing me alright. I sort of miss school now. Sort of. I mean, I still despise laborious homework, certain teachers, impossible-to-flush-at-all toilets and crappy cafeteria food but I do miss seeing my friends everyday, somewhat fun practicals in the lab, lunches at the nearby cafe, spying on Sexgod with Richelle and just plain hanging out with my mates at the multipurpose basketball court (it’s used as a football field, basketball court, parking lot, hang-out-place-during-recess and several other pointless-to-mention uses).

H1N1 is gay. Stop taking lives for Pete’s sake! Sheesh. What if we NEVER go back to school?! What if everyone mutates into zombies and I’d have to kill my bestfriend by knocking her head off with a lamp?! Zombie Town. That sounds cool—wait! No! Not cool! It’s like premature Armageddon! What the hell is going on?! First Michael Jackson dies, and now this place gets infested with zombies! Sheesh. Some people must really dislike me. I sense FaceBook worshippers. Tee-hee! (Alright, NigaHiga overdose.)

So anyways, we have a gig at Sheraton Hotel this Sunday, should be good. I heard the food is AWESOME. At least, that’s what everyone says. Maybe it’s all just a ruse to get me to play. No, that wouldn’t make any sense. I would still play, regardless the food standard. MEHHHH.

We had band practice a few hours ago, and due to stinkin’ H1N1, we had to wear these insane facemasks. We look absolutely ridiculous as the masks resemble Donald Duck’s beak. Sheesh. (Alright, Josh Osman-Wolfe overdose) I gotta remember to take a photo. It’s so hard to communicate under these hideous things! But it’s cool and it freaks people out when you walk into a grocery store with one on your face, right Joseph? You can practically rob a bank with one. Wicked cool.

A pretty fun thing I did today was ride home with Neel after band. The guy drives like a maniac! I swear, I could’ve died today. Not cool. But wicked fun.

“Dude, drive properly!”
“What, like this? [takes hands off steering wheel]”
“Holy mother of—PUT YOUR HANDS BACK ON THE WHEEL!!”

*

“If you’re planning on having an accident, please, as long as I’m not in it, we’re cool.”

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“Okay, okay, I’ll drive properly woman. [takes his eyes off the road and starts facing me, talking]”
“DUDE, PLEASE!!!! EYES ON THE ROAD!”

*

“Look, Michael Jackson just died! If I die, the world can’t take losing another legend!”

*
“Hey, if you and I die, T. Honey’s gonna kill us.”
“But we’re DEAD.”
“FIGURE OF SPEECH, WATCH THE ROAD!”

He missed my house too. And when we took the U-turn to get around, we missed the nearest one. Hahaha. Still, riding with Neel, wicked fun. I should get him to drive me everywhere now. Ah, friends with benefits in another, less cunt-ey meaning eh? Good times, good times indeed.

Anyways, I’ve got to get to bed. (Wait, I am in bed. The laptop’s on my knees and I’m pretty much freezing here.) It’s 4:29. Wow, I take ages to write. Probably because Joseph distracts me on MSN every 2 minutes. I am not complaining, however. Tee-hee! I need to sleep, band at 2 in the afternoon later and mum told me to wake up for breakfast, she doesn’t care, as long as I wake up for breakfast, I can crawl back into bed after.

Parents and breakfast. I’ll never know. Until I become a parent, that is, and start fretting over my teen being too thin (ONLY BECAUSE OF HER ABNORMALLY HIGH METABOLISMIC RATE, SHEEH, I’M NOT ANOREXIC FOR PETE’S SAKE) and forcing her to get up for breakfast at 8 am during the HOLIDAYS. Sigh, as if my child didn’t need any more early mornings. Who knows, if I’m lucky, my kid would be a morning person, as greatly opposed to her mom.

Okay, seriously. It’s a bit too early to be talking about parenthood, I haven’t even finished my high school education! Stupid H1N1. Too early for that, too late for bed.

Good morning zombies.

Labels: band, holidays, swine flu, zombies

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!


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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.)


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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

Rona
10-Dec-08 3:09 PM
Chepii! I’m gonna kill you for not coming! Especially for not telling me that you’re not coming!!


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I wonder what Rona & Kevin are up to. No, it’s all like that! Geez, some people. We were supposed to go out today, ‘we’ meaning Rona, Kevin, Aikks, Aaron, Mickko and myself since Rona’s leaving the country Friday.

(And it was also some sort of “official band inauguration” thingy, Kevin’s switched the band members around and he’s certain Rona, Aikks, Aaron A (from Neo slash MD slash church) & I are the perfect mix, and Aaron, the latest addition as the band’s drummer hasn’t met Rona and Aikks yet. Although, Rona is not at all pleased about being included in the band.)

And for some unapparent reason, I didn’t feel like going. No, I didn’t see them dying inside the cinema while the mall burns down or something. I have a theory though as to why I declined to going out today. It was possibly because I doubt I’d be missing anything; Kevin’s bait for me to go was Twilight which he thought premiers today.

Unfortunately sucky ol’, well, whoever is in charge of this country’s entertainment & cinematic needs, won’t be premiering Twilight until tomorrow. So I guess, yeah, what’s the point in me going if they aren’t watching Twilight right?

Due to the annoyingly frustrating postponement of a pretty much awaited movie, like ever, I’m probably going out this weekend with Ells & Aikks and a bunch of other St George kids to watch it. Chyeah. Go Jacob. JACOB. Either Jacob or Jasper. JASPER.

Anyway, back to the beginning: I wonder what Kevin and Rona are up too. Oh, the other three? Well, Aikks decided not to go as well since I won’t be there, says she ‘can’t have fun without me’ (aww, that’s nice), Aaron, I’m not sure he made it or not but I doubt it and Mickko, wait—Mickko’s probably there. Happy belated birthday perfect guy from planet Perfect (quotes Kiks)! Love.

I guess I’ve to rephrase it now. I wonder what Kevin, Rona and Mickko are up to now. Beats me. Rona spent the last weekend at my place and Kev & Aikks were here Saturday...although, I’m still not clear on why they were here. *shrugs.


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Band reunion tonight! YEAH. Actually, it’s the awarding ceremony tonight for the concert people i.e. = BAND REUNION. Although you can’t exactly call it perfectly a reunion, with Nina being in Europe having the time of her life (“I wish I could bring back Disneyland with me!”). And she’s all worked up about missing the awarding and rehearsals for Acoustic Night and Acoustic Night and yeah. Neenz, I’d gladly trade places with you given the chance.

I’ve yet to raid my closet for something ‘semi-formal’ to wear. After all the ‘semi-formal’ occasions at Neo I am seriously running out of anything ‘semi-formal’ to wear. I told my teacher I’d wear a cheongsam (is that how it’s spelt?). Who on Earth wears a cheongsam to an awarding ceremony? Chinese New Year is ages away. And I’m not Chinese.

Okay, that doesn’t solve anything. I still don’t have anything to wear. I’ll just open up my wardrobe and pick up the first thing that deems “something semi-formal that I don’t think I’ve worn at Neo yet despite the number of times I’ve had to...which was about 3”. So let me just go and check it out.

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Do denim jeans count as formal? I suppose if it does if I you pick the right top. So. I’ll just wear this brown blouse thing I got from Ego. Which was a couple of years ago. I do hope it still fits.

Okay, I have to run. Dad’s nagging at us to get our lazy bums downstairs and play badminton. Yeah. Oh wait—I can’t. I’ve been doing sit ups yesterday. The outcome? My entire abdomen hurts like mad everytime I stretch, laugh or sneeze. And I can’t spread my limbs. Oy vey.

Labels: band, birthdays, hanging out, myself