Labels: attempted travel writing, good times, hanging out, horror movies, peircings, people, photos, weekends

8:00 am

It’s official. I now have a grudge on the Chemistry trainee teacher. Honestly. Can’t learn nuts from her and she gave me a freaking D for my 400+ words essay on Diffusion. HONESTLY! I worked my bum off for that essay (it took a handful of willpower just to actually research on the darn topic and write about it) and I get a D, a D, for my efforts. She’s says there’s too much information! Hey, it’s not like I wrote grotesque details of my bowel movements. Now that’s too much information, mmhmm.

Well, whatever. You can’t really depend on a trainee to save your life. (But that doesn’t stop Shin from continuously answering questions on Speeds of Reactions and anything even remotely related to Chemistry. I swear, she’s a robot. I’m kidding. But seriously...)

8:07 am

Izaq: Don’t pay attention to her, she’s a trainee. You can’t really expect to learn a thing from a trainee. T. Putri said it herself, “can’t expect to learn anything from them, they’re only here to graduate.” Right, so don’t pay attention at all, don’t do a thing, won’t understand a thing anyway.

Chels: Okay. I’m not gonna pay attention!

[seconds pass]

Izaq: Chels, what are you doing?

Chels: Copying down the notes.

Hahaha. I’m Chelsea like that. Oh did I mention our trainee’s... big? As in... big enough that if you throw a pencil at her, it would be in serious danger of getting lost in all that... thickness? I mean, I have nothing, nothing at all, against big people (big people are fun!) for that matter, but this one scene was just too good to pass up. Once again, no offence intended to big people.

[trainee drops whiteboard duster]

Chels: I bet she can’t pick that up.

Izaq: Uh-huh.

[trainee bends over and surprisingly picks it up no problem]

Izaq: WHOAAAA. WHAT THE HELL? [super wide eyed]

Chels: WHAT THE H----?! [drops head on table]

Chels: That... did not just happen.

8:15 am

Izaq’s sitting on my left writing fiction. You should probably check out his blog later or something. FICTION! Nah, I’m kidding. I wonder what he’s ranting about. Crap, I gotta pee!

8:26 am

Oh yeah, guess what? It was Aunt Gette and Uncle Mike’s wedding day last night! Pretty epic, huh? Oh, they would be Rona’s mom and now officially, stepdad. I have no logical reason as to why I felt pretty giddy about the wedding; unlike Rona (she was pretty much indifferent about the whole affair).

No, I wasn’t exactly present at the wedding, it was held in Bali at the Conrad. (Google it, freaking beautiful place to tie the knot at, honestly.) Rona flew there Friday. Gee, it really must’ve been epic. Like, wow. I dunno. I mean come on; it’s a wedding, big deal! [no sarcasm intended] Two people officially tied together for life for the simple of reason of truly loving each other. Like, for real. Love. It’s something else, it’s definitely something else. God, I love weddings. I really do.

And like, wow. They’re actually married now. I mean, I know it’s like they were married already anyway, they’ve been at it for ages and ages but heck, I don’t know. Weddings. They get to me, and I don’t know why.

8:42 am

Chemistry’s finally over!

Trainee: We’ll discuss the Pollution Theory tomorrow class.

Chels: Here’s MY pollution theory:  you teaching me fills me head up with unnecessary garbage since I don’t get a word you say, therefore useless trash enters my mind, hence, YOU ARE POLLUTING MY MIND.

(No, I did not say that to her face. Mate, I was sitting at the fifth row.)

And that makes it... Physics now. Three whole periods of Physics. To be frank, I’m not so certain she actually said pollution. She could’ve said solution or something. It can’t be helped though; her voice is as loud as Joshua’s! Haha I’m  kidding Josh! But seriously...

8:47 am

The problem with teachers at my school is that they’re frustratingly illogical. TOO ILLOGICAL. Why, just today, the trainee said something I did not even understand.

Trainee: I’m not feeling well today so don’t laugh at me.

I mean, honestly! Why in heaven’s name would we laugh at you if you’re unwell? But here’s what happened anyway:

Trainee: I’m not feeling well today so don’t laugh at me.

Class: [laughs]

Reverse psychology. Never fails. But I still don’t get why we’d laugh, no sir.

8:50 am

Inertia: The property of being resistant or reluctant to change from a state of rest/motion.

Funny how I can relate to that. Maybe you can learn stuff worth knowing in Physics. Ah cripe, we have to write down notes. (Yes, I know I was enthusiastic about that earlier.)

9:08 am

She’s bloody dictating now.

9:10 am

“And now we’re gonna do problems,” Physics teacher.

Honestly. As if I haven’t got enough problems already. My head and chest are honestly about to burst from the sheer mass of my troubles already!

I know she’s not talking about those kinds of problems of the heart and mind but still! The mere mention of the word ‘problem’ and I will, without a doubt, go berserk. I have had enough of problems to last me an eternity. And I’m not even exaggerating, no sir.

9:42 am

Chels: Oh my God. It was 8:42 an hour ago.

Nicks: Duh.

Izaq and his laws of Physics:

[teacher refuses to mark Izaq’s book]

Izaq: FINE! Don’t check my damn book. I was freaking absent! I swear I’m gonna get 102% for the test!

Chels: That’s not mathematically possible.

Izaq: I’m Izaq! Anything is possible!

Chels: Uh-huh.

Izaq: I’m so cool I defy the laws of Physics now!

Chels: Whatever floats your boat dude.

*flashbacks*

[Izaq’s boat passes by]

Chels: Whatever floats your boat.

[Izaq’s boat sinks]

*end of flashback*

Chels: Fine! Whatever sinks your  boat then. =.=”

*flashbacks*

[Izaq’s boat pops out of the water]

Izaq: My boat. IT’S A MIRACLE.

*end of flashback*

Gee. Problems huh? This is 1^st Grade stuff. Okay, maybe that’s exaggerating it a little. Well... this is 7^th Grade stuff then! I did this ages ago, mass, density, yada-yada. Why don’t we ever learn anything worth learning in school?

11:32 am

It’s been approximately 2 hours and 10 minutes since I last wrote something on this piece of paper and I’ve just realized that school is sort of like a mild version of South Park. Well, my school is.

11:24 am

I’m hungry.

11:25 am

I’m still hungry.

11:26 am

Rehearsals for RTB later. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE [does the Macarena, fails horribly] Unfortunately... I have Physics practicals. Practice or practicals? Fun or less fun? Who gives? I’m starving. Oh crap... I have no lunch money. ><

I was pretty much writing this the whole morning when the topics at hand failed to interest me so. But much more epicality happened today, I promise:

1. Practicals; was weird, yet fun

2. RTB rehearsals; YEAH!

3. The awful demise of Red; somehow tragic. A moment of silence.

4. Miko, Kiks, Aikks and I finally talking to Mr 5 PM (yeah, they actually gave him a nickname) Remember that dude? The “cute” one all the girls were hitting on? Yeah, we talked to him today, got his name AND number. No, I’m not interested in him, no sir. Why would I, when I have—yeah. So we got his number for the girls. Applause for Miko and Kiks, please.

Today was really fun, I’ll talk about it in my next entry cause right now... I’m drowning in English, Chemistry and Physics homework. Procrastination is the devil.

Labels: good times, people, school

And that was the most bizarre Valentine’s Day ever. It was about four days ago, and so the blood rush that ensued the day has by far been worn out already. It was a great day, yes. I went out with Rona, Miks, Kiks, Mina, Izaq, Justeen, Janno & Marlie. We met Jia and Jaya, these super cool twins that Miko introduced to us. (Actually, I knew them from ages ago, but that was literally ages ago, I met them when I was like, what, one? They definitely don’t remember me as that pudgy little kid from yesterday, well; they don’t remember me at all. Although I do remember them being huge, now I tower over them like Lady Liberty towers over New York Harbour.) They’re just about the most spontaneous twins ever and what they lack in height, they make up by being awesome.

I didn’t spend a dime on Valentine’s Day. Oh wait—I did. I used up all my money to get my bestfriend a rose. That’s how good a bestfriend I can be. Not. We ate at Cheezbox, and to say the least, the food’s not that bad at all. Really. Carbonara... good. And after eating, we just hung out and talked about a lot of things in particular, watching the clouds drag by the four p.m. sky. Good times.

After about a couple of hours of chilling—well I guess I can’t really say we were strictly ‘chilling’. There was a lot of running and chasing involved, around parking lots, I think there was this one instant where I almost, almost got run over by a Range Rover while chasing Janno (he nicked the chocolates I got from Kiks and Rona) around the parking lot over at Unitech.

Actually I felt like a major track star athlete that day. I did so much running; I oughta have won a Nobel Prize or something. There was this one point where Mina & I ran from the mall to the bridge over at Unitech. Kay, maybe it wasn’t that far, but I was exhausted by the time we got there (we discreetly ran off to buy Kiks and Rona Valentine’s Day gifts, a mug for him, a rose for her).

The longest run was from the fourth floor of the mall all the way to Fratini’s at Centrepoint, barely dodging shoppers and traffic. I was running my ass off, people were staring. I was running actually, ‘cause my Neo mates were having a farewell dinner for Joe at Fratini’s and frankly, I was one hour late and seriously had to bolt. I reached the cool and pasta-smelling air of Fratini’s looking like I was suffering from a severe case of asthma. They saved me a slice of pizza; I gladly stuffed the whole thing in my mouth after spitting out the anchovies (no, I don’t fancy anchovies much). I was late so by the time I got there, everyone was pretty much finished eating.

As to why I was sixty minutes late... me, Izaq, Justeen, Marlo or Kael or Marlie, whichever way you people call him, and Janno were busy scaring the piss out of ourselves on the fourth floor of the Centrepoint Hotel. Seriously. I think we spent about an hour on a corridor on the fourth floor, pretending to see shadows and ghostly apparitions. And we tried prank calling the others (Miko, Mina, Rona and Kiks, who were on the second floor pool area) into thinking we really were being haunted up there but no, they knew us too well to fall for it. Too well. But heck, it was fun. Until we got kicked out. Again.

Oh and I remember having a biting contest with Kiks. I lost. Goddamit.

Chels: I lost the biting contest. ):

Izaq: Chelsea... I’m so disappointed in you.

I know. I have this insane rep for being a biter and oh my God, I lose a biting contest. Hey man, Kiks has like, insane incisors! Sharp like razor blades. Ooooh, razor blades.... [shudder]. (It’s an inside joke.) After he let go of my arm, it was all purple and bruised and swelling. The swelling’s gone now, but there’s a scar where his teeth cut through my skin. Grr.

I demand a rematch. I gotta get my rep up! I do not like being beaten, you have to know that much about me.

The bite mark’s kinda like solid proof that last Saturday night did happen. It’s a bit blurry right now. Just like Richelle’s 16^th party. Oh, now that night was blurry. That even happen? I dunno, whatever.

Anyway, lemme sum of the highlights of our little Valentine’s Day soiree at the mall/Gadong:

01. Meeting Jia & Jaya (for the second time in my life in about ten years). Wicked cool twins, I swear.

02. The 3 o’ clock lunch at Cheezbox. Carbonara... good. And I didn’t spend a single cent, food was on Miko. The bill? $82.50.

03. Discovering the beach at Gadong. Yes sir, Gadong has a beach. A lousy one, but it’s still a beach to us. We even found a frigging island!

04. Hanging out by the ‘river’. Good times, mellow times, stupid times.

05. Izaq getting stood up by his date. Not that it matters, none of us had dates anyway. It was just a simple hangout with mates and not dates.

06. Watching the ridiculous antics played out by the boys. You know how boys are. Especially Izaq. The most mature of the lot. [sarcasm intended]

07. Running around Gadong. Literally.

08. Hanging out on the fourth floor of Centrepoint.

09. Getting kicked out of the fourth floor at Centrepoint. I suppose if we hadn’t gotten kicked out, we would’ve stayed there for hours and hours at on end.

10. Joe’s farewell dinner at Fratini’s. I was an hour late and missed out most of the fun, but heck, I was at Centrepoint getting stoned. Nott.

11. Buying each other Valentine’s Day gifts. Such an affair. It’s just too sweet. Mina and I totally mellowed out when Kiks and Rona got us chocolates. They melted though and was all gooey when I finally got to eat them.  Oh well, I’m never throwing away the box, no siree. Miks almost murdered Kiks for beheading the rose he gave Rona by sitting on it. It became even when Miks broke the mug Mina & I gave to Kiks. Gee, that was a waste of 15 bucks.

12. The amount of emotional trauma felt that day, or rather, night. I’m not saying anymore.

Yes, t’was a great day. It’s been four days so I don’t feel that much hyped up about it, but I was totally sugar high when I got home. As for what I got Valentine’s Day?

01. Two roses from three different people.

02. Chocolates.

03. A tiny balloon.

04. A $40 novel.

05. A shirt.

06. A stuffed lion.

07. A million hugs.

08. A bite. With a scar to top it off.

09. Other unmentionables.

It’s not much. But I do love the chocolates. Yay me. Yep, t’was probably the most bizarre Valentine’s Day so far. Yep, so far.

Labels: good times, hanging out, people, Valentine's, weekends

Thank God my stomach’s finally stopped its 4-hour regime of pain. Honestly. And I’m pretty much quite confused on why it did hurt although I did come up with four seemingly logical reasons:

1. The daily diet of chicken, chicken and chicken the school’s been passing off as lunch has finally taken its toll on my digestive system. Frankly, I’ve never had this much chicken before (it’s been over month and all I’ve had for lunch is chicken, either fried, smothered in ketchup or sweet and soured, honestly) and even more frankly, I’m getting sick of it. The unappealing monotony of having chicken at least five times a week is only slightly compromised by daily trips to Supa Save for ice cream and Dad’s Root Beer.

2. My abdominal muscles (that’s a fancier sounding term for abs) aren’t used to running around so much in one day. Being sensible 16 year olds (at average of course, most of us aren’t a day older than sixteen yet), we played several varieties of Tag-You’re-It. So much running and chasing around and perspiration ensued today’s N-Day rehearsals, but God, was it fun. I feel just like an 11-year-old again, succumbing to 5^th grade games with your best mates. Good times.

3. Extreme hunger after running around like madmen. No elaboration needed. My stomach is quite parallel to a pretty much bottomless pit.

4. My tight waist-ed shorts. No wait—it’s been hurting since I was at school. This can’t really count.

I’m still quite unsure to why my stomach’s all a hurt-ey but hey, at least it’s gone now. Victory. And I’ve just finished a glass of chocolate shake which I tried hard to drip over my laptop keypad, almost failing.

****

It’s been a while since I’ve last written, and yes, quite contrary to the lack of updates, loads of things have happened since that historical weekend at KB. Quite a lot actually (I might find some time later on to recount it all). Much too much in fact, but I’m not complaining. Oh and guess what... we’re in the third episode and we’re shooting in a fortnight! VICTORY. And this time, we’re staying over at KB! Hell, it’s gonna be legend-freaking-dary. A fortnight. Oh God, I can’t wait [bounces up and down with excitement].

School (the academic bit, not the staying-back-for-practice-and-ditching-halfway-through-the-whole-thing part of it) today was reasonably fun. I thoroughly enjoyed 2^nd period P.E. which I spent playing soccer. To be truthful about it, I’m dreadful. Entirely, inescapably and undeniably dreadful. Once I get the ball, I just kick it off somewhere else. But my teammates (all boys since all the girls ever do during P.E. is sit down under the shade, getting splashed by water kicked by boys playing football, waiting for it to be over) don’t mind very much and are pretty willing to help me become decent at it. And hey, it’s not like I didn’t help my team score. Well, I didn’t actually kick the ball right through the goalkeeper’s legs but I did get it as far, didn’t I?

Plus I got to prove that I’m not as frail as I look. I was hit by the ball full-on directly above my tenders when Andy was kicking the ball back in and I was trying to block of one of the lads from the opposing team. Just imagine what would’ve happened if he’d made a one degree difference in kicking it! It would’ve hit my boob! ONE DEGREE, I TELL YOU. But it didn’t really hurt that much, I’m just well glad that I was hit right above my you-know-what instead of going home with a flat right boob. Ah, the rigours of being a girl. And a second time, I was bashed in the face by a reasonably brawny guy while trying to defend the ball and I think my lower lip is internally bleeding.  But this dispels the popular yet untrue theory about me being fragile. I AM NOT FRAGILE I TELL YOU. NOT. FRAGILE. [bites]

Anyway, there’s plenty of time for practice and I suppose it is time I live up to my much-associated-to-football name, right? After a rather wet P.E., we had BM [yawns]. The teacher spent it lecturing us all over again; it seems everyone’s flunked the recent BM test. I can honestly say I haven’t really ever tried getting an A for BM. The rest of the morning was pretty uneventful after that.

I think I was pretty muddled though from the hours of 7 am till 12 noon today. I walked into the wrong classroom (this one wasn’t really embarrassing, I was deeply immersed in reading the seventh Potter book and I just walked into the classroom only to find that 7^th period Geography wasn’t over yet, I can honestly say I wasn’t paying very much attention where I was going and why), said hi’s to the wrong people (people I don’t ever talk to) and evidently flushed my own things down the toilet by accident. DAMMIT. And that was my ONLY pen!

After school, we stayed back for N-Day rehearsals. We were dismissed early and spent about an hour trying out different versions of tag and ended up completely exhausted, close to hyperventilation and clothes drenched in sweat. It was glorious fun chasing each other round the basketball court slash football field slash parking lot. We (we being Mina, Richelle, Shin, Danice, Izaq, Mickko, Eunice, Hanee, Nicks, Aikks and myself) were extremely ravenous after that and went off to Mamih for drinks and a plate of satay.

We got back to school a quarter after five and hung about at the flagpoles. Oh, and this “hot” lad showed up and the remaining girls went simply gaga over him. I’ve seen him around picking up his younger brother and sister and he seems to be about 17 to 18 years old (I could be completely wrong, he could be like, I don’t know, 26?).

Gosh, Richelle, Shin, Aikks and Mina (yes, Mina as well, isn’t that weird?) were all, “He’s hot, he’s hot, he’s sooooo hot” and when he went in the school building, they remained in faithful vigil, waiting for him to come outside just so they could repeat the “he’s so hot” mantra over again. So hilarious. Well, girls shall be girls. And you wonder why I wasn’t in it? Nahh, he doesn’t interest me much. I went right up to him, got a vaguely good look and he seems about 6.5-7 out of 10 by my rating, but who am I to judge? The other girls rated him about 9 to 10. O-kay. They even followed him as he left in his car and watched him drive away (they even followed him down the frigging hill I think)

Gee. It’s just so funny watching your own friends going wild over new eye-candy. It doesn’t happen very often around here, so I’m not being absurd. I wonder what would happen next time we see him around again. They’ll probably literally follow him, all the while giggling and attempting to get within a one-foot radius of him. Hahaha. Now that’s something funny to watch. For me, I mean.

That’s pretty much a decent summary of school today. An afflictive yet enjoyable round of soccer (my team won), playing tag, getting madly confused, drinks at Mamih, going gag over newfound eye-candy and just plain old enjoying-each-other’s-company. I’d give today a 7 of 10. Not bad. Not bad at all. 

Labels: good times, random, school

“Awesome-ness, yeah, it was all that, man, I wish you couldn’t have missed it. Pisses me off that you did. A day you would wish would never end.”

 –Isamah aka Amelia

****

-About the whole thing-

“It was legendary! We rocked [does the rock sign]!!!”

“Hmmm... it was... action-packed, to say the least, full of happy, sappy and everything. I’m going to summarize it... *ahem* Staying an hour long in a random bus isn’t all that boring, not when your pals are all hyper active, the driver must’ve been annoyed. Recording our first episode honourable, exciting, oh God, you should’ve been there. I’m gonna quit being modest and say we were awesome [grins], we were treated to Jollibee [yum].”

“Well, we did super duper fun stuff; we even got to see the emotions we shared. Basically, it was like true friendship but Azim always ruined and it so it sucked, ha-ha. But I feel very hyper and fun today. It was like, the most amazing day of the month.”

“Today was the awesome-est day of this year! Well, so far. But overall, it was too awesome to describe!”

“Getting to know each other is one thing, but being with each other? It was everything.”

“Unbelievable experience, once-in-a-life-time opportunity. Seriously, pity those who rejected the offer.”

-About the recording-

“It was... dramatic. Richelle looked so cute when she cried. Hahaha.”

“****! Haha, it was actually awesome, the set and everything It’s very professional and you’ll feel like a celebrity. Seriously, it’s real **** this time, no kidding. Ok, I should stop with the swearing, haha. And it’s going to be shown in HD. That’s high definition Chels. You know how the regular ‘cheap’ RTB programs and some other programs too use regular video quality and the fact that the actors don’t use much make-up; they still look good and all. HD, on the other hand, shows EVERY detail, every zit, every tiny bit of facial hair and every decent mole. It’s super-duper clear. Like Heroes. I hope that example helps, Chels. Hahaha.”

“Emotional.”

“It was so good. Although some ‘things’ happened, it turned out well. I’m sure RTB is lucky to have you guys. Overall, it was one of THE BEST. It was nice meeting you guys.”

“Recording was heart-stopping. Heck, I don’t know what else to say.”

-About the roadtrip-

“The bus ride was crazy and noise levels were exploding!!!”

“I’d say the roadtrip was AWESOME, especially with you guys! I was honestly super emo and tired, but with your craziness, stupid acts, big laughs and friendliness, I had so much fun that I forgot I was supposed to be emo =.= ”

“I didn’t hear anything cause my iPod was plugged into my frigging ears!”

“Psychotic... Shin (the talkative one was... well, LOUD. Not a surprise though =.=” We all went crazy!! Jon & Justeen, noisy as usual.  And Muhammad (the religious one) was quiet with his ‘very expensive’ iPod Touch (I’m green with envy) and $150 dollar Fall Out lunch box =.=” Anyways, we all sang! Yeah, awesome. Mayday Parade mostly, but I managed to convert some people from weirdoes to Secondhand Serenade fans... Ahh, we took pictures too!! Yes, with my bestfriend, the MacBook. Photo booth’s the bomb. Ooh, and we got bored for a while, so we took a tactless video of ourselves and we fiddled with the garage band. Seriously, I wanted the bus ride to last at least another 8 hours or so... it’s so... Well, I can’t describe. Beyond perfect! Memories! Can’t wait for the next second episode man!

-About Jollibee-

“Jollibee... it was sooooo noisy as if we were their only customers.”

“Whoa, take it easy right there. Me and Chelle ordered a lot, haha. We practically went over budget, sorry Miss K! God bless your bankrupt soul! Anyways, we had ice cream sundae... Mmmm chocolate... Ooh, and Chels had the pita thingy, HAHA. [Opening pita paper].... “Whoa, it... opened.” HAHAHAH. I kept on laughing, it was so very sakai of her. Oooh, did I not mention that the girls, they seduced Mr. Jollibee (the bee!) and Chelle touched his *ehem ehem*... scary. Bees and their honeyballs!!”

“[about the heat] My ass was hot at Jollibee.”

“Jollibee was.... satisfying.”

“At Jollibee, we were like, the centre of attention, of everyone. The usual noise, laughs, singing, was just so insane but fun!”

****

Saturday, 24^th January 2009. Today is one of the best days ever in my entire life. I swear, hand on my heart, today is one of the best, best days ever; I’m having a blood rush right now, damn. One of the best days, best, and I do mean, best. Like, I’ll never forget it, I don’t think anyone ever will, what we did, how insane everything was, again, it’s whole heap of memories in my ever growing pile of, well... memories.

Scratch all that. Last weekend, Friday & Saturday, the 23^rd and 24^th of January 2009 AD was the best weekend in my entire life. Best weekend in my entire life SO FAR. Yep, it was that awesome, that great and you’re a loser for missing out. I swear. This was a thousand times, no, a million, how about a billion, times better than all my other typically ‘awesome’ weekends.

It was great, exhilarating, and I’ll never forget events of those two days, especially Saturday.

The Ride KB:

The ride to KB was pretty... quiet. Hey, not all of us are morning people. But we had jawbreakers! Thanks Elia! I had like, this one which was much bigger than everyone else’s, I was literally incapable of saying anything remotely coherent with a jawbreaker that size in my mouth. And it wasn’t even that big! Not compared to Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy jawbreakers. Haha.

Muhammad (could be known to you guys as Syazwan) brought along with him his, yes, $150 dollar Fall Out lunchbox, he was showing that and this bobble-headed Pip Boy (the main character of Fall Out) figurine. That guy is insane for Fall Out (in case you don’t know, Fall Out’s this video game, something about nuclear bombs, mutated animals and underground solaces). Everyone else was sitting down soaking in the 8 AM Sun through the bus windows while softly singing to indie rock.

I spent about a majority of the journey asleep, partly awake, but more asleep than conscious. The minority was spent staring out the windows, making out shapes of the clouds. Low clouds are pretty :3

Everyone was just as calm. The caffeine hasn’t really sunk in. Not that we have drank coffee already but we seem to have that aerodynamic ability to get really hyperactive without the aid of caffeine.

Breakfast, Make-up Session:

Now this is where we had coffee. And some incredibly ravenous person, someone, I’m quite blurred on who, it was probably Justeen, anyway, he or whoever it was, took a whole mountain of sandwiches! =.=”

Putting on make-up was... fun? I dunno. Not a very big fan of make-up. And where it took the make-up ladies to finish off and make pretty Richelle and the other girls, it took them just about... 5 minutes on me. That a good thing or a bad thing? They just applied a mound of foundation on my face and some natural looking lipstick and voila—I’m done. Mom would be so proud.

The guys, well some of them, despised putting on make-up. Don’t quite know why though. Eddie’s make-up was so... white. He looks like a frigging mime artist! Yes, that white. Too white. Haha.

Pre-recording Session:

[sound checking the mikes]

Sound Tech Guy: Say something into the mike.

Muhammad: Hi, I’m Muhammad. I’m 16 and...

Chels: I love Fall Out.

Muhammad: And I love Fall Out...

Chels: And I have the lunchbox.

Muhammad: And I have a $120 dollar Fall Out lunchbox [grins].

Loads of swearing involved, mmhhmm. Mostly from Eddie. Eddie, dammit, stop swearing! It’s so unlike you to be swearing like sailor. I bite chu again if you swear! Eddie would totally space out and forget his lines and bam—insert appropriate vulgarity here.

The pre-recording rehearsal was alright, not much to talk about. Ran through our lines, forgot our lines, recovered eventually, were given pep talks etc, etc. The fun part was when we got to bug the crap out of Eddie with our mikes. Cause we had these mikes and Eddie had these ear phones and whatever we say, he can hear and you know how annoying it is to be hearing a lot voices in your head, feels kind of like schizophrenia more than anything.

Everyone all at once: Eddie, Eddie, Edddiiieeeeeee.....Eddie, can you hear me?

Eddie: Guys!

Chels: Eddie, this is your conscience speaking.

Eddie: [gasp]

Lunch Break aka Beach Time:

We had a quick lunch and walked off to the beach for a bit of relaxation. Oh, the pressures of being on TV. The beach was great. Another round of insane moments. Especially the crab-chasing bit.

[crabs are running some 20 feet away from us]

Mickko: Crabs! CRAAABBBBBSSSS!

[Mickko & Justeen run real quick]

-3 minutes later-

Mickko: [pants heavily]

Justeen: ****! Those crabs are on steroids!

And there was Muhammad with his broken branch of a tree. He was spinning it around and trying to dig in into the sand, shouting, “It’s gonna grow! It’s gonna grooowwwwwww” only to end up being kicked back into the dust by Justeen. Haha. The sea. It was... still brownish. POLLUTION PEOPLE, POLLUTION, I BITE CHUUUU! And the sand was getting into our eyes.

[someone flicks sand at us]

Chels: [covers eyes]

Mickko: What are you covering your eyes for?! You have glasses!
Chels: Oh, right... still!

Muhammad: “It’s gonna get into my third and fourth eye!”

Mickko, Justeen, Chels: What???

Muhammad: Third and fourth eye? Don’t you get it....? Third...and fourth? Don’t you get it?

Chels: Uhh...

Mickko, Justeen: [walk away]

Chels: OH! Third and fourth eye! [laughs]

Muhammad: You guys suck!

Chels: Hey! I got it! =.=”

Muhammad: Not you. Them. [disgusted face]

Oh, and we made a new friend! Tiara, she’s a guest violinist for the show and she’s great at it as well (: Turns out she knows the guys from Mickko’s band (they all go to the same school). Or ex-band... I’m not quite sure anymore. But anyway yeah, those two talked on about yeah, and Tiara claims that the guys have never mentioned him. Blow to Mickko’s self esteem. Hey come on, seriously, everyone knows Mickko. Right?

Anyway. We all had a great time at the beach, most of the girls slipped off their heels and walked barefoot in the sand. Feels great to unwind, especially with these people, it’s so awesome, you shouldn’t die without even feeling the wind in your face, the sand between your toes, hearing the rhythmical sounds laughter around you, feeling perfectly at ease with not a care in the world and being surrounded by the ones you could love. Perfection at its closest.

Glad to know this won’t be the last time.

Recording:

Now the actual recording was awfully memorable. I swear, those who turned this down... I can’t believe you just did! We had to do the intro about ten thousand times till Eddie and Elia could get it right (they’re the emcees by the way, case you didn’t know). No one forgot their lines, we sorta just winged things and oh, Justeen, he forgot his frigging line! He managed to recover pretty quickly though, winging everything and turned out alright. Everything was going fine; we were great... until the end of the second half.

We missed out on Richelle’s line. That was what was so fugging melodramatic about the whole thing. They just... forgot it. I guess it was in the heat of the moment and God, was Richelle pissed. You could totally see it, she was crossing her legs (can you believe it, we’re not even allowed to cross our legs on TV), swinging her legs on the chair (we weren’t allowed to move much either) and was slouching with a highly apparent scowl on her face.

We were pretty shocked she was forgotten, and mainly they blamed Eddie for redirecting the line to someone else, Azim actually, he was pretty appalled since it wasn’t his line. Of course Richelle ended up in tears after the cameras were turned away, hey, how would you feel if someone forgot your line, and that line is practically the longest line you have, cause guess what, we don’t even have that many lines and to have that line forgotten... that’s just tragic man.

Anyway, she cried and then Eddie cried (he blamed the whole thing on himself) and then Elia cried and Shannon almost cried and I... managed to keep my composure. You know, I can’t just cry! Three people are bloody crying already! Although, I was on the brink of breaking down. Well in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got the softness of a marshmallow. Yes, I know it’s not apparent, but I’m sensitive. But anyway!

And that’s why recording was pretty emotional and/or dramatic. Tis a time we won’t ever forget. It’s bloody nice to know your buddies care about you that much, right Richelle?

[Richelle is still in tears, everyone comforts her]

Justeen: I know something that will make you feel better... WE’RE GOING TO JOLLIBEE!!

And Miss K’s specially drafting a script for Richelle in the next episode, something extra longer, to make up for this. And now we’re all pissed at Eddie for not forgetting us as well. But anyway, I think we did a pretty good job, and it’s pretty much feels good to be in the first episode of a TV show. This could well lead to us being discovered by some Hollywood movie director or something and bam—instant fame & stardom. Ahhhhh. Yeah, no, this isn’t Bedtime Stories and gumballs don’t just fall from the sky, sadly. I could do with something sweet right now.

So the actual recording session was a blast, better yet, we were treated to Jollibee! YEEAAAHH.

At Jollibee:

As if by routine, everyone was suddenly hyper and insanely sugar high by the time we got back into the bus. And you don’t want to get me started about Jollibee; you don’t want me to get started about it. Okay, I’ll start.

Just as quoted above, we definitely went over budget. Everyone ordered sundaes and fries and chicken and all things oily, even vegan Elia ordered meat. Hey, all I ordered was a pita! That was the first ever proper pita I’ve eaten in my life! And God, Eddie & I were so incredibly asinine over a measly piece of pita:

-Scene 1-

Chels: Where has my pita gone to? Everyone’s eating already.

Assistant Producer Guy: Whose order is this? [holds up pita]

Eddie: Hey, that yours?

Chels: Yes, that’s mine. [takes pita]

Eddie: Well, there you go.

Chels: It’s a pita. It’s a pita. It’s a pitaaaaaaaaaa [wide-eyed look]

Eddie: It’s a pita!

Chels: A PITAAAAAAAAAAA.

Eddie: Ahaha, pita.

Richelle: Dora the Explorer much? “Oh look, it’s a coconut!”

Chels: IT’S A PITA. [sings Dora the Explorer theme song]

[Eddie and Chels laugh]

-Scene 2-

[Chels opens up the pita wrapping paper; the pita bread opens by itself revealing the filling]

Chels: WHOA. Did you see that? It opened.

Eddie: It opened?

Chels: It. Frigging. Opened.

Eddie: It opened!!! [laughs]

Chels: It opened! It opened! It opened!!!!!!!

Chelle: Okay, it opened?

Chels: IT OPENED! THE PITA OPENED!!!!!!

[Eddie and Chels laugh again like mad]

ANYWAY. It was crazy loud, hey man, Eddie + Shin = Major Sonic Boom². I’m pretty sure the manager would’ve kicked us out of the restaurant in a split second if not for all the huge orders we placed and the fat pay checks they’d be getting. The laughter, the jokes, and oh, Justeen in his own little world. He had on Khairul’s earphones, was dancing and also was completely oblivious to all things around him. Until Mickko took it away for himself.

Did I mention that we sang to almost every song that came on the speakers? Trust me honey, you don’t wanna hear us sing, but that wasn’t the worst of it
(although the rest of the restaurant patrons were staring at us like we were mental asylum runaways). The really intense singing came on at the bus ride back home. Jollibee’s was sooooo awesome. It was fun! Trust me again; you’ll never know what it’s really like till you yourself get around to experiencing it.

The Ride Back Home:

This stage was probably the funnest part [wink wink]. By this time everyone was seriously high, no doubt. We sang. That was one of the best bits. We sang to some oldies (a capella), high-pitched, off-tune and with the lyrics all made up, oh that was definitely an irreplaceable memory. We sang this song which I absolutely haven’t heard of, we sang L.O.V.E., we also sang the theme song of My Bestfriend’s Wedding, the one that goes, “Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart and I will love you la la la la”, cheesy but to the best of memories. I think we nearly drove the bus driver mad with insanity cause of our singing, cause mind you... not all of us were in perfect pitch.

Justeen was at it again, in the whole dancing-in-my-only-little-world-to-Cookie-Jar mode. Seriously, that guy was in his own little world, he was not with us. After about half an hour of dancing, he fell asleep. On Shin. Those two don’t even know each other. Oh, and Mickko & Justeen were playing that annoying-ass game; Yellow Car. They’d beat the cripe out of each other once something even remotely yellow passes by. It needn’t be a car, any bloody thing that’s yellow would do:

Mickko: Yellow car! [punches Justeen]

Justeen: Yellow sky!

Mickko: Yellow roof!

Chels: Yellow everything =.=”

Mickko: [points at Justeen] LOOK, YELLOW MINDED!

And everyone in the bus was just as hyped up, no exaggerations. Eddie & Richelle took this video on Eddie’s Mac Book and we took about a thousand photos on Elia’s. It was possibly the best bonding time I’ve ever had. After maybe 20 minutes of jumping about, each of us will involuntarily fall unconscious and wake up about five minutes later just to be even much more energetic than before. “Wow, it’s like sleeping makes you high,” says Anand, oh yeah, I so wish that were so, that way drugs will totally be a rip-off.

The front half of the bus was... calm. They were just talking about stuff and taking photos while in massive contrast, the other half spent the last few minutes before we reaching school turning the back of the bus into a disco. Seriously. Eddie, Chelle, Mickko, Justeen and Shin were dancing like mad. To top it off, there wasn’t even any music! Just the bus bouncing up and down on a regular basis. Me? I just sat there watching them dance as if in a rave, I was perfectly happy just sitting there grinning inanely at a lot of things in particular.

A lot of other crazy things happened as well, I guess for the fact I didn’t mention them here, I think this entry’s long enough already (it beats the post where Rona and I spent the whole day at the mall doing nothing in particular). That was definitely the best weekend I’ve had yet, and it makes it all the more better this won’t be the last time we’re having a roadtrip to KB, cause guess what? We’re in another episode and next time, we’re spending the night at KB. How cool is that? Hallelujahhhhh, praise the Lord.

T’was a historical weekend. We absolutely kicked arse.

Labels: good times, people, roadtrips, weekends