Prom Night '08

That was exhilarating/amazing/lovely/& masquerade-y.

All at the same time.

In short, prom was a memorable experience and from this first prom - you can tell it won't be my last.

The performances were truly lovely, with love songs all around. It was quite romantic, you know?

There was all sort of dancing: slow dancing, random dancing, West Side Story dancing (Muhaimin's Step, I'm looking at you), the good 'ol party dancing, some weird sort of long train-dancing thing, plain whacko dancing & competitive dancing (as in we form a circle and people just start pushing one another in to a dance showdown).

The emcees were as funny and spontaneous as ever; Julian and Daryl, amazing job guys.

The Grand Ballroom was amazingly decorated; roses, balloons, candles, the whole she-bam. The tables were lovely, the food exquisite if I do say so myself. The only problem about the venue: it was smack in the city where all the traffic jams reside - and oh, it was raining. Joy.

Ellya and I had to walk part of the way there. Parents couldn't even drive to the front of the place. Figures.

The problem was nobody kept their masks on the entire time - except maybe Muhaimin.

Now don't get me wrong, it was a magnificent night, but I feel it would have been so much nicer if I didn't have to go alone.

UPDATE: Oh, and the free ticket? Well, it didn't exactly go to waste. I gave it to Joshua so he wouldn't have to burn 150 in one night.

Would've been nice if I could've given it to a girl though - sorry Josh, I'm definitely not insulting your femininity; just saying you're not a girl [well, at least not my type] is all. Totally no offence.

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The Production Post will be up next, promise.

By Golly.

Dance Workshops aren't like walks in the park

- but then again it's not like a rugby match either.

And it's only Day 1.

UPDATE: It's already ended and it's been a pretty amazing run. This dance workshop's been tough, yeah, but super beneficial - and freaking tiring. I've learnt so much that I can apply into movement (dance or rather).

Made even more friends, seeing an old one and I even had three more days to spend with some production crew members.

Though I'm just happy I can finally just lie in bed and sleep through the day. I need some well-deserved rest, I do.

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UPDATE: Prom's tomorrow, my very first too. Wonder what it's going to be like.

I'm dateless, for now. Thing is, I have an extra ticket. I only recall paying for one ticket and I even have the receipt - and the ticket itself!

See, for some reason apparently under my name is an already-paid-for ticket.

Could it be some miscommunication problem between the organisers? Or maybe someone out there bought a ticket for me? I'll never know.

"So do I get to keep it? I mean, technically I didn't pay for it."
"I guess so, yeah."
"Cool! :D"

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Gives you that feeling.

Justin King's Crown
Click: here

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The Production post will be up next.

This Is Home.

By Switchfoot

I've got my memories,
Always inside of me,
But I can't go back,
Back to how it was,
I believe you now,
I've come too far,
No I can't go back,
Back to how it was,
Created for a place,
I've never known.

This is home,
Now I'm finally,
Where I belong,
Where I belong,
Yeah, this is home,
I've been searching,
For a place of my own,
Now I've found it,
Maybe this is home,
Yeah, this is home.

Belief over misery,
I've seen the enemy,
And I won't go back,
Back to how it was.

And I got my heart,
Set on what happens next,
I got my eyes wide,
It's not over yet,
We are miracles,
And we're not alone.

This is home,
Now I'm finally,
Where I belong,
Where I belong,
Yeah, this is home,
I've been searching,
For a place of my own,
Now I've found it,
Maybe this is home,
Yeah, this is home.

And now after all,
My searching,
After all my questions,
I'm gonna call it home,
I got a brand new mindset,
I can finally see,
The sunset,
I'm gonna call it home.

Home, this is home,
Now I'm finally,
Where I belong,
Where I belong,
Yeah, this is home,
I've been searching,
For a place of my own,
Now I've found it,
Maybe this is home,
Yeah, this is home.

Now I know,
Yeah, this is home.

I've come too far,
And I won't go back.

Yeah, this is home.








You'd understand.

OMGWTFBBQ.

I woke up this morning and there was a freaking hole in my freaking ceiling and freaking roof - freaking freakishly freaky.





Oh, and that shiny bit's the freaking sun.

Ohhellyeah.

The title really does say all that's needed to be said.

Sweet.

Morning Assembly. We have it twice a week, if not on Wednesdays then Fridays. It's usually pretty routine - clearing, announcements, school song, checking.

It's just today, clearing's slightly more interesting for me.

Top floor, last classroom. Last guy on the floor comes walking straight down the corridor. I let him know morning assembly's about to start, he insists he puts his bag in the classroom first. Of course, I let the guy pass - I mean, I think anyone who's made it up to the top floor with his/her bag deserves to put it down in a safe, convenient place. Obviously.

Plus he did already make it all the way here, might as well do what he came up here for and let him go down for morning assembly. He does seem quite trustable, that guy.

So anyway, I followed the guy into the class - just in case. He puts his bag down and walks out, just as he says right? So as he walks out I mutter, "Sweet". You know, cause he listened and the day was starting out pretty fine. He turns around and says, "Oh, right. Sorry." Then he goes and spits a sweet into the rubbish-bin.

Mind you, sweets aren't allowed here in Cempaka Cheras.

I merely chuckled and said thank you. But man, the guy probably thinks I'm psychic. Sure as heck made my day.

Bleugh.

I hate being sick - the state of which I'm currently in.

Sure you get to stay home, sleep in, access an untapped internet connection, the television all the yourself - the whole house to yourself. Sounds great, doesn't it?

It's quite the opposite, really.

I feel terrible. I can't stop sneezing and coughing. And then there's the super, mega headaches coupled with the constipated nose. Plus my throat sucks. I don't even know what I'm down with.

I feel so alone.

I just want to get better - the sooner the better.









Yet.

Whadoyaknow.

Note: More photos will be published at a later date. Blogger is being terribly slow.

Saturday, 1 November 2008 - Right now, I’m in Malacca. Yup I’m typing all this in Pages at this very moment - I’m also re-watching Heroes.

Let’s just say I have loads of time and not much to do.

So what am I doing here exactly? Well I had a wedding to attend.



It’s just my dad and I in Malacca. Ellya and my mum have this dance thing going on back home. So right after my dentist appointment (darn braces are too darn tight), we began the trip. Not much to say about the journey down - I slept almost the whole way.

I’m staying at my Grandpa’s. We were supposed to leave at 6:45. We arrived there at 4:00.

I had the perfect company over the phone the whole time.

For 2 hours I tried connecting to this dumb internet connection that keeps appearing before disappearing. And when I do manage to connect to it, it dies after about a minute or so. It was incredibly annoying and it drove me crazy - nearly.

I wore my prom gear for the occasion.


The wedding was held at the Equatorial Hotel, about a 10 minute drive from where I was staying. Apparently, it’s a five-star hotel (so says Casey, my 8 year old cousin).



The deco for the wedding was astounding. Check out the photos:



I baby-sit my little (well, younger) cousins: Casey (8), Garrett (11), Colin (12), Geraldine (13). They all have these pretty witty and lame jokes. Much like me, really.

Garrett got drunk half-way through the wedding. He was all red and he kept walking into walls. Casey was basically just super hyper - running and jumping all around the place.

I met all my uncles, aunties, granduncles, grandaunties and cousins. Yup, pretty much everyone in the hall was familiar (though I just can’t remember all their names).

Through it all, Yen was teaching Ky Lynn and I how to take amazing photos with an SLR. Yen’s my 20 something year old cousin who’s been my big brother for ages now. Ky Lynn’s been one of my closest cousins since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. She’s 16. I’m sms-ing her right now, actually.

The wedding ended at 11:00. It’s 12:35 now.

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Have you heard Justin King's acoustic piece, Crown?

Click: here

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Resistance 2
Rise. Stand. Resist.
04.08.2008












Dudeeeee. Schya.