Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Ok, so I promised myself that I would stay far far away from the comp for the next two days, or at least until after the ndp parade but blogging is somehow becoming an integral part of my life. (As though my mundane life is so darn interesting)
This will be a bloody long entry so bare with it.
Today, I got back the marks for the practical examination. To say that I did badly would be an understatement. It was sheer luck that I was even able to pass considering the plentitude of mistakes that marred my paper, thus the red ink drizzled all over it. I guess this is my second wake up call huh? If you don't get Life's first call, then pray hard that the next call won't be painful. (And the next and the next...wait...is Life even a being or a state of being? Argh...damn philosophy. Shall comment later. Just proves how starved I am for reading)
Had lunch at SIM Megabytes. I shall from now on avoid the pizza corner. They added extra cheese on my pizza. I totally detest cheese powder on my pizza (weird considering I like the melted cheese). It did affect my appetite to say the least and apologies to those who were affected by my picking of food. heh.
Headed off for the afternoon musical. I laughed when they asked us to sing Stand up for singapore. The double entendre of the song couldn't be more apt. I unwittingly made a joke when I said the song never got me this hard before. (Yes, I've been laughing at the song ever since I realised the hidden meaning behind the song- procreation)
The video interlude was funny. It was nice to note that there were no French message. (Germans have finally gotten one up! Eric and the others don't kill me ja?) However, I find the standard of English used rather disturbing. Why can't people pronounce the words properly with the correct intonations and stresses and things of the sort? Is is that difficult or are they just being bloody sods? I got a huge shock when I saw what appeared to be a very very chuby Alvin on the video. Alvin is of course the guy, ok the nice NP senior who was also in choir, who shot to infamy when he rebutted Ken Lim with his retort, "My friends think I sing like Ronan Keating"
I was expecting a horrible musical, one filled with propaganda like how one loves Singapore etc. I was given a pleasant unexpected treat instead. The musical, though I disagree that it should even be termed a musical...can't find the word now. Back to the show.
The hiphop dance was admittedly delightful to watch. It reminded me of And's drama production...I think it was the SYF one that had a carnival feel to it. (The dolls still make me shudder)
The malay dance needed more training it seems; some were out of steps; most weren't in sync. And the fact that they failed to mention what type of dance it was perplexed me to no end, ultimately making the entire dance throughly unenjoyable.
The intepretative dance made up of all girls lacked the aggressiveness one would associate with rioting. Maybe it's just me but it seemed like the dancers lacked the energy.
It was from then on that the whole thing somehow became a day of nostalgia. Transported back to the era of greasy-haired dudes in leathers and puffy sleeves, I was immersed into a period that was far more desirable compared to today's war-torn days. I SAW THE KING! THE KING LIVES! ALL HAIL ELVIS! (Bwahahaha!) The imposter sang a rather enjoyable rendition of Jailhouse rock. *Bliss*
I was even more elated when the familiar strains of Grease Lightning played. Goodness, I made such a ruckus (And discovered I can no longer scream that high...damn.) I must confess, I was attempted to go on stage and boogie along with the hip and funky lecturers.
Nothing could top that off. Until two Np Idols sang their pleasant rendition of the often overused song, Stand by Me.
Then two others sang this Chinese song whose name eludes me. Something about a flower or something. Still, wasn't as fun as Grease!
And we ended singing once again Stand up for Singapore. (Which I started to hate by the way. Why can't we sing the more touching and more relevant home?)
Headed out and received free ice-creams (perhaps as compensation for a poor goodie bag?) I didn't take up that offer though. (And of course left my design file behind. Thank goodness I got it in the nick of time, though I still missed taking the same bus as the rest. Doesn't matter)
Got back home and sadly, I missed Lee Hsien Loong's National Day speech. Yikes, time for Yaacob Ibrahim. Shall blog about it later. Promise!
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