The Day I Talk About The Synergy Experience

It's finally OVER!
Thank God...

Synergy 2006 was definitely a memorable experience for me. There were many "first times" and I really grew alot as a preformer. However, it wasn't exactly a happy event. It was both good and bad. Let's start with the good first:

The Good

I had my dance performance directly before my singing performance, which meant that I only had roughly 15 seconds to change out of thet ghastly Paddlepop costume into my own clothes. Hurrah for me. Even though it was a mad rush, the adrenaline surge felt so good. And I really got the feeling of how professional performers having a concert actually do what they call a "quick change". Like really really quick. I'm sooo superstar-ish now. *malicious laughter*

The singing performance bit was pretty ok, considering we didn't have much time to prepare for it. And the two finales (for both the Matinee and Evening shows) were a blast. The odd thing was, even though we have three members in the band, the only consistent band member that appeared in both the finales (which is yours truly, of course). I did the first finale with Marcus, and the second one with Junyi. And people kept asking ME why we couldn't have ALL 3 OF US FOR THE FINALE. I was so very irritated by that.

After the show, a bunch of J1 girls (and a couple of guys) came up to me an requested to have a photo taken with me. My first groupie experience. This was what happened:

Me: *carrying my barang barang and walking out of
school, passing by the Atrium*

Guys 1 & 2: Hey can we take a photo with you?

Me: Erm, for what?

Girl 1: Cos you're The One ma!

Me: Oh. Actually, there are three...

Girl 2: PLEASE???

Me: Errr, ok...

All Groupies: YAY! *approaches stranger for help in
phototaking*

It was an odd, first-time-being-hounded-by-groupies experience, but it was certainly an interesting one.

The Bad
(The following is a negative recount of a the writer's negative feelings. Reader discretion is advised. Expletives are freely used. Not suitable for the young.)



The band performance for the evening fringe show went pretty ok, but the morale of the band was TERRIBLE. T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E. The band members were unhappy with this and that and apparently, it added lots of pressure on Marcus. I dunno why (cos if there's anybody who should be exhausted it should be me. Dancing and changing and singing consecutively isn't exactly a walk in the park. It's rush rush rush.) but he was really stressed/pissed/unhappy. Thank GOD the show went on OK despite the undercurrent of negative energies.

Then immediately after the evening singing performance, Marcus became all mocdy and told me he didn't want to do the finale anymore. What a marvelous icing on top of the cake. Just when everything was going ok for me, the balloon had to burst IN MY FACE. Wowza. Now you know why Marcus wasn't there at the end.

Cos he left.

He left me there with Junyi (who didn't really know the finale song well enough so forgive her for forgetting the words) and I felt like shit. I looked like the happiest boy in the world when I was on stage but I FELT LIKE SHIT. CRAP. FAECES. Whatever you people call it anyway. I felt so fucked but I had to smile to everyone (strangers included) cos I couldn't possibly show that I was unhappy or else people would start bugging me with stupid questions and the vicious cycle would continue all over again. The stupidity of school-celebrityhood (is there even such a thing?) cos everyone knows who the hell you are and talks about you and everything related to you.

To add fuel to fire, Junyi started whining the the end of the whole show about how she screwed up all the songs, especially the finale. I mean, c'mon, nobody's balming anyone, so STOP WALLOWING IN SELF-DEGRADATION ALREADY. I was fucking fucking pissified cos of everything that happened. Besides being exhausted, stressed with the fact that Marcus left suddenly, she had to give me the "whine".

Last I heard, she cried and had to have her buncha friends console her before she left. Poor girl...



(End of negative entry)

I'm pretty satisfied with myself for being able to pull of the performances I gave yesterday. That's all that matters now.

The Day I Talk About My Synergy Outburst

I finally exploded today after all my pent up stress and frustrations were too much for me to handle. I guess I gave all the performers a huge shock during today's Synergy rehearsal. You see, this is what happened:

My band, consisting of musicians Baey, Yi Shin, Ernest and Leonard, are not obligated to help me and Marcus out today but they came anyway. So we did our 2 songs, namely She WiIll Be Loved and Here Without You for the teacher's-in-charge of the show. I found that it was pretty ok (even though the lead guitarist, Yi Shin, screwed up at some parts of Here Without You, we generally gave a good performance).

Then one of our "beloved" (I say this with an intense tone of sarcasm) Councillors, whose name begins with a J, who is also somebody that is not very well liked, had to give rather harsh and negative comment about our song rendition. I mean, if he was a wonderful singer OR a respected performer, I'd take it as constructive criticism. BUT the thing is, he sounds like a horse on helium pulling a cart over twisted nails (and that's already a very nice way of putting it) whenever he attempts singing, SO I don't think he's in a very good position to make such critical judgements.

So if you're reading this, FUCK YOU.
(I know I'm supposed to be more open-minded and accepting of criticisms, but today hasn't exactly been my day so I guess it really ticked me off to hear such crap. Thoe fucktards and their assholic comments just pisses me off.)

Another thing that fueled my stress was the dance performance. We screwed up. MAJOR screwed up. Thank GOD it was only a rehearsal. And did I mention that the guys costumes had a Paddlepop-coloured top and skin-tight, Robin-like (if you read the old Batman & Robin comics you'd know what I mean) green leotard shorts that are the length of boxers? When I saw it, I was like, WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!

(PS: Btw if you don't know what Paddlepop is, it's the kinda ice-lollies by Walls Ice-Cream that we used to lick on during our younger days that are creamy rainbow-coloured. In other words, IT LOOKS GOOD AS AN ICE-CREAM BUT ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS AS A TOP. I dunno if there are still any Paddlepop ice-creams though. Remember the "Paddle-pop WOW, Paddle-pop YEAH, SUPERDUPER YUMMY!" diddly we always heard on TV last time? Oh, the good old times... Anyway, I digress.)

I exploded when I just couldn't handle the stress of screwing up and meeting people's high expectations of us The One winners. I mean, we're human too. Don't expect us to be perfect in every of our performances/rehearsals/practises. We, like everyone else, need time to polish and work on our coordination and team-spirit as well. So PLEASE, please treat us like normal people too. We're trying our best already.

On this note, I'd also like to apologise to everybody whom I've shocked with my outburst just now. I'm really embaressed about it and truly sorry if I've caused any inconvenience. Thanks so much to my Dance mates as well for trying to cheer me up. Really grateful for your support.

And of course, to Marcus and Junyi. Thanks...

The Day I Talk About Synergy

Synergy is this bi-annual concert organised for all the aesthetique CCAs in NYJC. I'm so lucky to be part of it. I'll be involved both in my dance CCA as well as have a performance with my The One band mates.

Thing is, I'm really really tired. I dunno if I'll be able to cope with four performances in one day. Let's just hope I won't die of fatigue...

The Day I Talk About Dilemma

I've put myself in a very bad position. I'm such a horrible, evil bitch. I deserve to spontaneously combust and be cursed to an eternity on Earth with no afterlife...

The Day I Talk About Fucked-Up Drivers

I. Am. So. Fucking. Pissed.

AAAAARGH!!!

I hate those fucked-up drivers who think that they can do anything just becuse they drive a car. As I was going home today, I had to cross a zebra-crossing. Just as I set foot onto the first white line of the crossing, I saw a silver Volvo coming towards me without any hint of slowing down. I had no death wish, so I jumped backwards onto the curb and felt the car whizz past me.

What really ticked me off was the driver's reaction to seeing me. He glared and pointed the finger at me. I was the pedestrian at the zebra-crossing (which is meant for pedestrians, mind you) and he was the driver who couldn't be bothered to slow down.

Bloody muthafuckin' asshole!!!

First of all, zebra-crossings are a pedestrians-priority road junction. This means that drivers have to slow down as they approach them even if they don't notice any pedestrians nearby. And that's because of safety reasons. Secondly, I wonder how the hell these irresponsible drivers got their licenses in the first place. I'm guessing that the theory exam they sat for cannot really be applied in their "real life" situations.

May that driver burn eternally in the fires of hell and grow thorns in his sodding, god-forsaken butt. These selfish and arrogant bastards should be kept off the roads, Have them banned from the driving for eternity and sentence them to unlimited hours of community service. And maybe have their dicks chopped off and shoved up their own asses...

Urgh...

Ok, I'm saying this cos I'm pissed, but you would too if it happened to you.

The Day I Talk About Pseudo-Vegetarianism

Vegetarianism is the practice of not eating meat, including beef, poultry, fish, or their by-products, with or without the use of dairy products or eggs. The exclusion may also extend to products derived from animal carcasses, such as lard, gelatin etc.

Some people choose to be vegetarians because of religious and spiritual reasons; others don't eat meat because they love animals too much to eat them; there are also people who choose to be vegetarian due to health reasons (allergies to certain meats and/or meat by-products); however, some people are vegetarians are vegetarians because they say that they don't like the taste of meat.

Or so they say.

You see, I have a friend who's one of the latter vegetarians and she eat's fake meat. Now, fake meat is made to taste like real meat with chemicals and additives and what-not they add into the flour so if you don't like the taste of meat, why eat fake meat?

Here's a scenario that happened yesterday:

Meat-hater and I were at a vegetarian stall yesterday for lunch. Seeing that she bought all the fake meats to go with her bee hoon, I was curious so I decided to ask her about it.

Me: I thought you didn't like the taste of meat?
Meat-hater: I don't. Why?
Me: Then why did you buy all the fake meat to go with your bee hoon?
Meat-hater: It's vegetarian ma. And it's nice what...
Me: But doesn't it taste like real meat?
Meat-hater: ... (and she shakes her head and starts to walk towards the tables)
Me: Oei...

I'm perpetually confused by people like her. Do they say that they're vegetarians just to be cool, but are actually closet meat-lovers? If so, what's so cool about being vegetarian? I don't get it. Seriously.

I'll never understand these psuedo-vegetarians.

The Day I Talk About "Meeting" My Grandfather

For the first time in my 18 years of life, I've finally seen my departed maternal grandfather today. I don't mean it in a ghostly, creepy sort-of encounter with the netherworld people way. I was at Ju Shih Ling Temple paying respects to my departed granddad that I've never seen before (he passed away when my mum was 20. I was born when my mum was 29.) as well as my uncle (passed away in 1994).

It was a funny feeling. But it felt good. Like I finally met someone I've always thought about but never seen before. Although it was just a photograph on the urn, but it really meant something.

Oh yes, today was Palm Sunday too. Mass went well, but it was tiring (yes I like to whine. This is my blog, I'm entitled. :P) Also,I found out today that both Jerome and Jevon bought the same phone, on the same day! It's the Nokia 6280, the one that I've been wanting to get. If only I had money...

Ok gotta go memorise lines from King Lear now. Will be updating soon... Till then, stay cheerful and have a blessed Holy Week! :)

The Day I Talk About Post Block Test

School's been really busy. Had to do lotsa prep work for the pre-u seminar written report over the past week so I haven't been sleeping much nor updating my blog much. Sorry bout that. Anyways, nothing much interesting happened, other than the interview with Ya Kun Kaya Toast's Excutive Chairman (and his son, who acted as his PA as well). It was great meeting such a wise man. I'd never forget it. That, and the free kaya toast and drinks. Heh (Yes yes laugh all you want, I'm proud of my greedy-glutton nature. :P)

Been pretty whacked-up with the lack of sleep and whatever crap we had for homework the past week. Tammi's birthday was successful though (thank God). Glad I didn't screw up her card.

Oh yes, my brain was almost drilled open by the noise made by those horrible children on the MRT train today. Noise noise and more noise. Sometimes I feel like wrangling their parents (just because they can't keep their children in line. That's a mortal sin. Burn in hell, you lousy parents!!! BURN!!!) but most of the time, I just feel like kicking the kids out of the train. You'll feel that way too when you're having a 9.0 Richter Scale headache. I know I'm supposed to love all kids (being a Cathechist and all), but trust me, some days you just really wanna spank those devils (in the painful, teachine-them-a-lesson, whacking-the-butt kinda way. Not the sexual spanking thingy that people do as foreplay. I know what you dirty boys are thinking I tell you. Heh heh... I'm no paedophile.)

Let's just hope the following week'll be better.