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

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