all this -
okay yesterday was rather cool but i'm not gonna blog about it. so refer to sheila/zaff's blogs? (:
it just shows how people can have fun without caring too much about how they look in public. teehee.
popcorn blowing eh?
today, you ask? hahahaa.
PENUH SENGSARA!
heheh. okay not funny. just honest.
woke up this morning, exhausted and with my throat burning like fire. ):
i felt really sick. my neck and back were sss hot. didnt want to go for drama!
but i drank like loooooadsa water and forced myself to get ready for school. since i'm with syah as props leader, mind. kesian syah nanti. xD
ohyes and while i brushed my teeth, i jammed the toothbrush into my gum. it's been hurting crazy ever since. when i talk, when i eat, when i move my jaw. alaahai.
and since i had THE PROP PAPER, i just had to come.
then zaff told me that roy couldnt come cos she was super sick...
and we had to go to her house at chai chee. waaah. took mrt, then cabbed. walked to roy's house. went to the wrong block first. then finally found roy's place.. bus-ed. mrted.
reached an hour late. and we were already tired before drama started. xD
oohboy, & when drama started...
stress man.
i hate the whole thing. so kecoh.
behind the curtains- darkness.
aahh. couldnt see the mahjong paper!
plus we had so little people. nobody had time to hold the curtains for us to easily carry props in and out.. trapezoid tables SUCK because they're hella heavy plus one of em broke my toenail. or pushed it up actually, broke offa my skin. ouch, yeah. but i didnt think it'll bleed so i pressed on it and stained my pinkcreamystripeyfavourite sock. heheh.
crazy, i tell you.
everything was a mess backstage cos there were so many things... ours and ELDS'. stress, yknowww.
but nothing stressed us as much as the quick runthrough. we were shitstressed la.
ten minutes to read the mahjong paper, move props off the stage and onto it, push the effing curtainnn, i HATE them trapezoid tables. detached one tabletop off its legs. :S
NEXT SCENE! NEXT! NEXT! NEXT!
whoah damn shit man.
<>:(
rasyidah had her toes run over by the boards, zaff had her ankle twisted funny, syah and aida had her tummys stabbed by the trapezoid tables (my toe had already been screwed so heh. nothing much this round.)
and we were panicking like nuts making loadsa noise. i mean we can't help it. CHAOS lah. how do you expect us to rush like thaat, staying completely silent. haiyoh. it just doesnt work.
there are SO MANY PROPS... all so HEAVY.
you just cant push the sofa on your own. you cant handle a flat on your own. you cant lay out a tikar efficiently without a partner, you cant carry a fking trapezoid table on your own too.
you cant push the curtain away while you're carrying something. you cant move things without hurting others in the dark.
things can be improved and organised, but look, there's a lot to do and we really need manpower (and time, but nothing can be done to improve that)
oh but besides, that practice run-thru was ridiculous. everyone just got hurt.
we're not good ehh.
who was the one issuing duties for finding props? who sent emails? who made our own props? who searched for props? who shopped for props? who... dumdeedum etc.. same old, same old.
sighhh. weee dont have nicely drawn scene layouts pasted on the wall for us to refer to and just MOVE it. yeeshy.
yet...
do you need more people for props? yes! but why are there whisperings, questions. people wondering wth would we need more help.... WELL, we've been doing every single thing in props, yet we somehow cant do things properly. ): really?? ohnoo. howww. ):
why're they so noisy?
so slow!
why do they need so many people? last year...
ohman, someone like slap me laa. like we cant do anything right isit.. ):
yet some people dont really do anything. or come like whenever..
yes our props arent really good... but we could have been given more time to prepare, i mean we didnt even get the list of props we needed until that late & then suddenly we're left to deal with everything on our own with so many doubts. not much space for creativity what with not much time.. yes there is room for improvement but how do we do much now? :\ aiyaiyai. stress la. like, the boards? first we put black paper all over, for us to paint on, then soomeone told us to do it again... paste with garbage bags instead.... waste time, waste materials... & we had to get cloth. so a helpful group of us (thanks you people, for the effort) went to buy all the manymany cloths that we were told to get for each scene.. as backdrop.. the cloths were then cut and stapled onto the boards.
BUT then we were told to paste black paper OVER the bags instead, because apparently we're now supposed to paint em. ah.. another waste. ):
but nevermind. they're quite nice now.
oh but today cikgu kinda thought they were messy or something. aahhhhh.
whaaat now. ):
dont wanna screw up!
i mean ohman. if i were smart it'll be fine. i'm starting to hate seeing school. that stupid buildingggg. i mean i'm not exactly retardedly stupid but it seems to me i somehow 'am' where i'm studying..
look, we didnt even get a freaking holiday.
why, THANKyou.
and now i have MATH to study for i just wanna JUMP in a hole.
and what, bio, lit, history test.
i'll break any moment now. seriously, stop it. sht.
ohyes. when i'm stressed and dazed and thinking, i forget to breathe. haha. i just realized it when sheila went "diy, breathe." & then i breathed.
I DONT WANNA BE THROWN OUT.
it just shows how people can have fun without caring too much about how they look in public. teehee.
popcorn blowing eh?
today, you ask? hahahaa.
PENUH SENGSARA!
heheh. okay not funny. just honest.
woke up this morning, exhausted and with my throat burning like fire. ):
i felt really sick. my neck and back were sss hot. didnt want to go for drama!
but i drank like loooooadsa water and forced myself to get ready for school. since i'm with syah as props leader, mind. kesian syah nanti. xD
ohyes and while i brushed my teeth, i jammed the toothbrush into my gum. it's been hurting crazy ever since. when i talk, when i eat, when i move my jaw. alaahai.
and since i had THE PROP PAPER, i just had to come.
then zaff told me that roy couldnt come cos she was super sick...
and we had to go to her house at chai chee. waaah. took mrt, then cabbed. walked to roy's house. went to the wrong block first. then finally found roy's place.. bus-ed. mrted.
reached an hour late. and we were already tired before drama started. xD
oohboy, & when drama started...
stress man.
i hate the whole thing. so kecoh.
behind the curtains- darkness.
aahh. couldnt see the mahjong paper!
plus we had so little people. nobody had time to hold the curtains for us to easily carry props in and out.. trapezoid tables SUCK because they're hella heavy plus one of em broke my toenail. or pushed it up actually, broke offa my skin. ouch, yeah. but i didnt think it'll bleed so i pressed on it and stained my pinkcreamystripeyfavourite sock. heheh.
crazy, i tell you.
everything was a mess backstage cos there were so many things... ours and ELDS'. stress, yknowww.
but nothing stressed us as much as the quick runthrough. we were shitstressed la.
ten minutes to read the mahjong paper, move props off the stage and onto it, push the effing curtainnn, i HATE them trapezoid tables. detached one tabletop off its legs. :S
NEXT SCENE! NEXT! NEXT! NEXT!
whoah damn shit man.
<>:(
rasyidah had her toes run over by the boards, zaff had her ankle twisted funny, syah and aida had her tummys stabbed by the trapezoid tables (my toe had already been screwed so heh. nothing much this round.)
and we were panicking like nuts making loadsa noise. i mean we can't help it. CHAOS lah. how do you expect us to rush like thaat, staying completely silent. haiyoh. it just doesnt work.
there are SO MANY PROPS... all so HEAVY.
you just cant push the sofa on your own. you cant handle a flat on your own. you cant lay out a tikar efficiently without a partner, you cant carry a fking trapezoid table on your own too.
you cant push the curtain away while you're carrying something. you cant move things without hurting others in the dark.
things can be improved and organised, but look, there's a lot to do and we really need manpower (and time, but nothing can be done to improve that)
oh but besides, that practice run-thru was ridiculous. everyone just got hurt.
we're not good ehh.
who was the one issuing duties for finding props? who sent emails? who made our own props? who searched for props? who shopped for props? who... dumdeedum etc.. same old, same old.
sighhh. weee dont have nicely drawn scene layouts pasted on the wall for us to refer to and just MOVE it. yeeshy.
yet...
do you need more people for props? yes! but why are there whisperings, questions. people wondering wth would we need more help.... WELL, we've been doing every single thing in props, yet we somehow cant do things properly. ): really?? ohnoo. howww. ):
why're they so noisy?
so slow!
why do they need so many people? last year...
ohman, someone like slap me laa. like we cant do anything right isit.. ):
yet some people dont really do anything. or come like whenever..
yes our props arent really good... but we could have been given more time to prepare, i mean we didnt even get the list of props we needed until that late & then suddenly we're left to deal with everything on our own with so many doubts. not much space for creativity what with not much time.. yes there is room for improvement but how do we do much now? :\ aiyaiyai. stress la. like, the boards? first we put black paper all over, for us to paint on, then soomeone told us to do it again... paste with garbage bags instead.... waste time, waste materials... & we had to get cloth. so a helpful group of us (thanks you people, for the effort) went to buy all the manymany cloths that we were told to get for each scene.. as backdrop.. the cloths were then cut and stapled onto the boards.
BUT then we were told to paste black paper OVER the bags instead, because apparently we're now supposed to paint em. ah.. another waste. ):
but nevermind. they're quite nice now.
oh but today cikgu kinda thought they were messy or something. aahhhhh.
whaaat now. ):
dont wanna screw up!
i mean ohman. if i were smart it'll be fine. i'm starting to hate seeing school. that stupid buildingggg. i mean i'm not exactly retardedly stupid but it seems to me i somehow 'am' where i'm studying..
look, we didnt even get a freaking holiday.
why, THANKyou.
and now i have MATH to study for i just wanna JUMP in a hole.
and what, bio, lit, history test.
i'll break any moment now. seriously, stop it. sht.
ohyes. when i'm stressed and dazed and thinking, i forget to breathe. haha. i just realized it when sheila went "diy, breathe." & then i breathed.
I DONT WANNA BE THROWN OUT.
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