this time i'm mistaken,


i'm always ready to add my two cents' worth on current hot topics. and, thus, this article shall be entirely devoted to 'rice matters.'

so, the two nights are over and done with. and, out comes the tissues and all the crying about how they will miss each other (yea, they, we band are proud to be the anti-socialites in victoria theatre). and of course, they go around thanking people and stuff like that. well, i can do that to. first, the thank-yous.

to the girls wearing tube top, spagetti straps et. all to the musical: for giving us something to comment about, i.e "eee. why she wear until like that?"

to the people who crowd around the pit during interval: for making us feel like animals in a zoo. ROAR.

to the food delivery company: for making me not feel like eating. but i did, anyway.

to mrs. sharon dragon & ms. de souza: your sacarstic comments. honestly speaking, when i first watched the musical, the first thing that came to my mind was, "their comments are even funnier than the musical."

to the ppl who suggested that the band should play: for making us feel like second-class citizens. how nice.

to victoria theatre air-cons: for making me freeze my butt off.

to the sound heard from the gonckespiel: for keeping up the "vt is haunted" thing. and yes, nobody was there when the sound was made. the person is definitely invisible.

to the security guard: for shouting at us. remind me to give you a glare next time okay?

to mark & jie jun: for giving be a chance to be mean.

to the ppl in charge of the light: for playing with it and making us all fustrated.

wow. catty remarks. i've made catty remarks. so, you can cleary see i don't really enjoy myself there. so what if they have spent 7 months practicing? we spent thereabout too. and we still get treated like second-class citizens. we still dont get our curtain call. just a "to our fantastic band." hel-lo? we are in the pit. they cant see my face. what's the use? and for boring us to death while they are performing. imagine. we cant make any noise. we cant go up to our dressing room. we cant use our hp (in the pit) et cetra. what makes you think we'll be grateful to them? and why bother telling us to play the school song? it only embarrass you when the school students booed at it. its gmss. not fps. trust me, we dont have such wonderful feelings for our school. and guessed what? we dont even get to watch the play nor go out during the interval. yea. we are FANTASTIC. because normal ppl will probably go crazy under these circumstances.

but, i am a well-balanced person. i still have my thank-yous to give. my real thank yous [in no particular order]:

to yuan ling, gerladine, chermaine, hui ting & pei yi: for helping me devour all the vegetables present in my food! haha. i hope i didnt cause you guys to put on weight or something. >.< and your entertainment. 10/10!

to joyce chng: for being a bookworm with me. lol. but gossip girl is addictive, right? haha. oh, and for your ride home. love ya lots.

to eleanor: for being my darling!

to jie wen: for ya uh, playing cards. sorry that it was confiscated. =(

to sanjoy, alvin, woei chian: for bringing us to the haunted staircase. but not scary one. i think the ghosts are scared of YOU guys thats why run away. XD

to ying yin & hwei ting: for keeping me company in the pit!

to qabir: for telling mark to shoo! haha. too bad i didnt manage to blast at his ear.

to see mun: for torturing my awful trumpet sound.

to jaslyn: for sitting with me on the ride home.

to jasmine: for chi-ko-chi-ko-peh! haha.

to mr. ng: for your instant noodles. and your pissed-offness at everyone who deserved to be pissed-off that. too bad that they gave you the ugliest flowers lah.

to mr. ha: for the entertainment on the train.

to ms. johnson: for your "show them where the pit is."

to joyce toh: for your "mark, here's your nutritious meal."

to marcus aka donald duck: haha. for scaring yuan ling half to death when you dropped the stands. it made me laugh. LOL. for playing during the sound check. for helping us out. dont betray daisy duck for pluto or minnie mouse. and pluto is a guy lah.

to the band: for being so anti-social with me. XD

but of course, i will be fair. so, thanks:

to jonathan: for your pinches. HA. okayokay. i am not being sacarstic la. just thanks for.. everything? haha.

to xavier: for your "mend your clogs, mend your clogs"

to hui mei: for your bespectacled character. that was FUNNY!

to the dancers: for keeping us awed.

to cheryl: my darling twin! muacks. how can i not thank you?

to samuel: for remembering 27.

the rest of the cast: for doing a good job. XD

to mdm su'at: for being so motherly.

to bryan: for helping me to pass karen her wallet.

to mr. lee: ha-ha. for bantering with me.

to mr. chow: for your promise of the programme booklet.

to the bus uncles: one for playing songs for us. one for letting us put our trumpets case below. do drive us often okay?

and finally, to the front-row people [you know who you are] at the circle seats: for keeping everbody in the pit entertained (i.e distracted) for your jack-in-the-box performance, your oh-so-fake applause and cheers. and your boos. dont deny it, i bet you booed. XD

anymore? nope. so, i will have rest for a few days before i start chionging for thanksgiving again. siggghh.

addedum: blogger messed up my post. i retyped it. but a lot of things were left out. i guessed. cant really remember.


for handing you a heart worth breaking.