On weekend that changed everything.


Erase, erase, those memories with you are far gone and I’m glad for that.
I’ve left this town and don’t expect me back.

*

It’s 1:41 on Saturday morning. Not a very good time to be awake, but the night has been yet again bursting with emotional trauma and I really doubt I’ll be getting any more than four hours of sleep tonight.

Still, there’s no harm in trying. (No point in it either, to be fair.)

*

I’ll find it. I’ll find it someday. It could even be right here, right now, talking to me on MSN, telling me to get to bed before because I have school in the morning. Damn. I have school in the morning. Oh, sigh.

I’ll best be off. Till the next episode then fellas.

Good morning world, have a great weekend. 

Labels: people, photos, thoughts, weekends

I feel so low at the bottom of the food chain right now. It’s a Saturday night and I’m sitting at home online, watching a TV series on YouTube which follows the endeavors of several women quite unhappy with their present weight, attempting to lose weight in a span of 3 weeks or so while constantly getting nagged at by my dear brother to get off the computer.

Well if my laptop was with me right now, I wouldn’t be hogging the bloody desktop now would I? Actually, this is just one of my state-of-the-art, recently devised schemes at getting my laptop back. I’d use up the computer too much that will incessantly reduce my brother to begging on his hands and knees for my parents to give me my dear laptop back. That and constantly blasting loud music (I’ve actually moved my speakers and woofer into the room since I can’t hear a thing with the old speakers – honestly, they’d feel right at home in some museum dedicated to the collection of ancient and particularly astute technology) in their room that would tick them so much that they would actually want to return Joe. Honestly. I’ve just about rebuilt my playlist on this computer and I am, without a doubt, killing the memory space. I just want my laptop back okay, geez.

Anyway, back to my feeling like a 3^rd degree piece of turd. At this hour, any regular Saturday, my mates and I would most probably be chilling at some discreet area outside the mall just having a good time without ever needing cash. Around the bridges, swimming pool spots, fountains. I was actually supposed to go out and watch Wolverine with Qawi and the guys today (it was his birthday yesterday, happy birthday again love) but most unfortunately, I am still under house-arrest. Oh, joy.

Things cannot possibly get any worse, and no, I’m not asking for it to get worse. School’s been pretty mediocre, homework, tests, the regular As and Bs showing up somehow on my papers in bright red ink with several other things in between. As for me, if you were to ask me how I’m doing I would say… I’m hovering between the lines of utterly-desolate-sometimes-feeling-the-need-to-get-shot-I-will-not-be-missed-anyway and the lines of I-guess-I’m-fine-except-for-these-little-chest-pains-and-being-grounded-business. Gee.

I’d best be off, still can’t shake the feeling of being lifeless out here, slowly rotting my insides on this wooden chair. But at least I have Mayday Parade and Fall Out Boy accompanying me through these sick and lowly times. Goodnight, all. 

Labels: update, weekends

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

“My heart is on my sleeve; wear it like a bruise or black eye.”

–Chicago Is So Two Years Ago; Fall Out Boy

So the weekend was fairly average. I almost broke one of my own universal laws actually. The Never Be Without My Friends on a Weekend Law. I’ve made it a rule never, never to be home alone on a weekend. It seems like a seemingly low level of being pathetic, to me at least. And I almost reached that level yesterday. But I ended up going to the mall and hanging out for just about a couple of hours with Rona and Miko. It was only for bit and we didn’t do much, but hey, at least I wasn’t in the house going mad. (Seriously... I go mad.)

Strangely enough, to me, being at home, particularly alone, with no one else but a TV with no cable and a bunch of over-watched DVDs, is like being alone on Christmas Day. Alone on a normal weekday is fine, but alone on a weekend? Gee, that’s alone alone. I just can’t handle that, no sir.

So... it’s National Day tomorrow. Gee, and we’re performing. After one whole month and a half of practice, it’s all gonna be over tomorrow. I’m sure as heck not gonna miss practicing in the afternoons at all. I mean come on, getting burnt like that, how can you expect me to? My arms are bloody darker than the rest of my body; I’m frigging comparable to a very badly colored drawing of a girl done by particular Kindergartner specifically color blind to the different shades of brown. Definitely not going to miss practice, but I will, most definitely, miss missing class. Doing that everyday, I wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t mind at all.

In case you haven’t noticed... I’m not really the patriotic stereotype. I mean, being forced to do this dance is one thing, extorted to toast under the sun while wearing a very badly designed costume and handling rather, literally, stinky props, is another but being forced to wear a tudong? Okay, that’s where I draw the line. I am SO not wearing a tudong and there’s nothing you can do to make me! [supposedly being stubborn but knowing that she’s going to have to anyway] Honestly. I look like ridiculous, with a capital R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S, in a freaking tudong. And I’m not just saying that!

[Qawi puts tudong on Chels]

Chels: Well?

Qawi: Wow. You look like... my mom.

Chels: I’m guessing that’s not a compliment?

Everybody: [laughs at Chelsea]

Chels: [hastily pulls off tudong] Okay, I’m never wearing that again!

Eddie suggests I wear it the way Madonna would wear a scarf. And honestly, I tried. All I did was end up looking like a disgrace to the Muslims. Wouldn’t want that now, would I? I might cause a premature Armageddon between Catholics and Muslims.

Muslim Dude: WARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Catholic Dude: War?! WHAT?!

Random Dude: Peace and love, mate.

Muslim Dude: We caught this teenager [holds up Chelsea in a tudong] trying to mock us Muslims. Trying to make us look funny eh? I’m not having it. WARRRRRRRR!

Random Dude: Peace and love, mate.

Catholic Dude: [confused] What?

I guess all I have to do now is keep my fingers crossed and hope Izaq forgets to bring my tudong tomorrow. Yeap, I lent it to him. Only thing is... I don’t know whether him forgetting it on purpose would actually do me any good. They probably have like, millions of tudongs saved especially for me tomorrow just in case I do try to chuck mine. But it would get on my teachers’ nerves. Not that I’ve pissed them off enough already, I’m already on their bad side.

I know, me, Chelsea, on the teachers’ bad sides. Pretty odd but... during this one and a half month period, I’ve managed to majorly tick off my teachers, especially the new Commerce teacher. She loathes the heck out of me. I mean come on, all I’ve ever done was:

1. Skip off practice at least 3 dozen times by

2. Attending only every other practice alternately which doesn’t do me much good because

3. I only arrive for the first half and after break, I run off never to be seen again until further notice.

4. Get left behind by my bus only because I lost sight of them for like, half a second.

5. Wear a colored t-shirt which HAS the bloody school logo on it. Honestly. Since when was wearing my yellow house shirt a major crime punishable by law?

6. Go to the loo without asking permission once, but the next

7. Going to the loo WITH permission only never to show up until it’s time for the bus ride back to school.

8. Procrastinate a lot, much to the inconvenience of teachers and uh,

9. Refuse point blank to wear my tudong. I’m not even Muslim, so bite me.

Not much, I know. It’s like there’s this thing about me that really pisses the muck out of her. Whatever, at least I’m not the one being highly illogical by thinking that me wearing my yellow shirt is a simply attempt to attract attention. Oh please, like I haven’t got enough attention already. And besides, I don’t go looking for attention, attention finds me.

So here’s how the scene tomorrow might go (according to Izaq, he wrote this and made me quote it down), the part where Izaq actually does bring my tudong, but we pretend he’s left it at home just to get Azzy’s (the highly illogical teacher, that’s not really her name, but let’s call her that) blood pressure up. FYI, she’s tiny, less than 5 feet tall, yet she can be sooooo irksome. Amazing how someone that size can be such a pain in the arse.

Part one:

Chels: I DONT HAVE MY TUDONG! [hides grin]
Azzy: WHAT!? YOU... YOU... [turns into Azzy Hulk]
Chels: Just kidding :3
Azzy: RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!
Chels: Oh, my God.. RUN!
Azzy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

And here’s part two:

Chels: [runs and hides behind Izaq]

Azzy: AZZYSMAAASHHHHHHHHHH!

Izaq: Oh crap.

Azzy: [smashes Izaq]

Izaq: You call that a smash? Midget.

Azzy: [faints]

Chels, Izaq: Chelzaqoo duo! EPIC WIN!

Azzy: .....rrrrrrrrrrRR.

Izaq: Shut up!

Azzy: [dies]

Ha-ha. Tell me about it. Well, I gotta go get lost in my bed now. Don’t wanna look like a zombie on National Day now, do I? Also don’t want to be left behind by the bus to stadium, it leaves at 5-freaking-30 AM tomorrow. Geez! Not a soul would be awake at that time! Well, certainly not a soul like mine. But anyway, if they do indeed leave me behind (again), whose loss is it really?

Goodnight fellas. I’m sooooo gonna burn tomorrow morning. Just great. 

Labels: N-Day, school, weekends

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

I just woke up from a nap, man, was I bushed after getting back after school. I seem to have woken up with much more dilemmas than when I went to sleep. Gah, just push ‘em away Chels, push ‘em away to the back of your mind. Maybe they won’t bother you if you don’t bother them.

So today we finally started practice at the stadium. Can’t say I’m very much thrilled. Who gets thrilled when they know after a fortnight of rehearsals under the heat will turn them into a human crisp? Not me, that’s for certain.

I just have so many things on my mind right now. Just too many. Gimme a sec, I’ve gotta get my mind sorted out.

****

Alright, mind’s cleared out. All that’s lingering is the memory of last Sunday night. Gee. That’s one of the best nights of my life, for sure. Beneath the milky twilight... Lift your open hand... Silver moon sparkling... Mmmm.

****

I had a rather great weekend, I must say. Rona, Aikks, Mina, Mickko, Izaq, and Kevin came over Saturday and we had a horror movie marathon. At least... we tried to have a horror movie marathon. We ended up not finishing any of the movies at all. More than halfway through The Exorcist and we realized there was way too many talking scenes and less of the macabre ones. And so we skipped to another movie. But not before seeing the seriously freaky scenes. Ngawhhh. Oh, the horror.

If you don’t know me, then there’s one thing you’ve gotta remember about me: I’m no good with horror movies. Absolutely no good at all. Gee, you should’ve seen the guys persuading me. They wouldn’t give me any pepperoni pizza if I don’t sit down and watch. Can you believe that? Extortion and in my own house! Honestly. Everytime something even slightly freaky happens on screen I stalk off to the sanctuary of my bedroom only to be pulled out of it by Mickko.

Seriously, I’m lousy when it comes horror films! I’d just hide under like, a pillow or someone’s back or something. No good at all. But noooo, they insist that I sit still like a good girl and take it all in. I don’t want any images in my mind at night! But I gotta admit it was fun.

We watched Wreck after The Exorcist. Wreck’s actually the Spanish version of Quarantine (“It’s more realistic dammit,” says Izaq). But we never finished that one since we’ve watched Quarantine already and it’s practically the same thing only in a language we can vaguely understand.

After the movie bits, we jammed. Complete with drums as well, courtesy of Mina’s iPod Touch. Gosh, I really want an iPod Touch now. Dammit. I need the money from the shooting pronto. And we just hung out, plain old good times as usual.

Oh gee, I’ve gotta get to the bathroom and take a shower. I’m starting to reek. But what do you expect? I’ve been standing under the sun for hours.

Labels: horro movies, people, school, weekends

“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