The Montage.. If you can see it =D


The Big Chocolate kitkat bar

chocolate day. yay. montage making. yay. sleeping for an hour. boo. waiting for bloody guest of honour. bigger boo. sleeping for 8 hours ++ and still woke up with a headache. huge booo. but the biggest boo was when i woke up with a headache and even more excruciating swollen lymph nodes. go to the doctors, again, for a stronger antibiotic. and i doc hop. so sue me.

cappucino flavour kitkat is nice and thats surprisingly weird coming from me coz i dont usually really like coffee except if its from starbucks frappes which has like an ounce of coffee in them, really minute amounts unless its mocha caramel frappe, which i love to bits and pieces, or rhumba frappe, which i also simply adore!

so anyway, sunday morning started off alright. with me being all enthusiastic going to sell chocolates even tho im actually not suppose to but i feel guilty coz i've already told dayah i would and if i didnt blah blah blah.. im digressing so let me just continue. so waited for quite some time in the hall with my group members consisting of me, dayah, dyindh and an.. uday was still at church and aton didnt want to come so he bought the whole bag which was 35 x $2 = $70!he's rich and lazy so to him its just prolly change or something. rich bitch.met uday on the bus to orchard, even though we're suppose to go to boon lay, but hello??? im from the east and the west sounds freaking intimidating. no offence but i dont go there. no way.

so we found a strategic spot at the traffic junction in front of ngee ann city and split ourselves into 2 groups. i sold with dayah at the ngee ann end and dyindh, uday and an on the opposite end. by 2, we practically sold all of our chocolates and were already going off. hahahahax.. we could even still see temasekians with full bags of chocolates and ouh we GLOAT at them on our way back to school. dayah had an air rifle competition and i had tuition.

fast forward. tuition was cool. sakinah sat beside me and seemed friendlier without syazwan and azza being there. i wonder why. went to hannah's house to watch high school musical. we laughed at all the chilchés in the movielah. but ouh-my-god!! the songs were bloody nice!! its like a hindustan movie i tell you. but dang it was tame. no kissing at the end of the movie. maybe one of the protagonist has a tiff about it or something because hello? even cinderella the OLD disney version ends with a kissing scene.

so anyway, i rushed back home to get my now dirty-sweaty-with-other-secretions-stinky chocolate day t-shirt washed and dried, and to bloody shower before making my way to the mrt station at 10.45pm to meet nani, ati and hanz.

it was so cool! there was practically no one at the landing! we met hakim on the train and made idiotic fools of ourselves taking pictures and such. well that was before all the gangly partially-drunk abang-abang kinda mats came into our carriage from somewhere in the train and sat on the floor. childish behavior was obviously a death wish, so we stick to bitching about people and tried to ignore them looking at us with bloodshot eyes. 'twas scary babes, SCARY.


Deserted

In the MRT

The First Montage
so, we arrived at plaza singapura on time but the stage wasnt set up yet so we explored the mall!! i was so high, screaming and shouting, attracting more attention than i intend to, but all that kind of ceased after i fell down after trying to race with hakim on the escalator going on the opposite direction. now was that bloody dumb or what? and the bruises were painful ouhk..

so anyway, then it was time for the construction of the first rehearsal montage. the M.Ms or Montage Makers (or Maisarah Miskoons, kay that was lame) had to gather and split into 4 quadrants. i was in the 2nd quadrant group consisting of; me, nans, ati, hanz, hakimbo, lia, saf, corny, michelle, hid jais, shaikha, angel, farah fweks, isya, erni and james. did i miss out anybody? hahax. anyway. we are the kool kentals kinda group. there was the 5a or the immatuer gang of guys, quarkers gang and lastly, the bimbo group. we had to wait ages while the PSLs sort stuff out but we just sang songs and played 'Murderer' and stuff while waiting. but anyway, we had loads of fun doing the montage and it took us like what, an hour and a half to complete the whole montage consisting more than 10000 boxes of chocolates! hahax.. and then we had nothing else to do but sleep.





which we didnt! hey, we at least we tried and i did manage to get some shut eye at 6-7.38am in the morning. see! THATS ME SLEEPING BELOW. the gurls and i were totally bitching about everybody! it was so funny can.. if only i could die laughing my head off at the thing about that gurl and that guy 'fighting' and got caught half naked together. like was that stoopid, or was that stoopid?



so woke up feeling so groggy, only to find that the 2nd floor toilet was close coz the freaking toilet lady wants to wash it, so we had to make our way up to the 3rd floor. kay ah, let me tell you something. when we entered, it was nice and clean and dry. when we left, it was still 'nice', even pleasant smelling but ouh so very wet. thats coz we totally wash our hair in the sinks. aisya and su came in, they totally left after looking at us washing our hair at the toilet sinks, leaving naf to wander where the couple were after going into the cubicles. it was hilarious but damn satisfying ouhk. i felt like crap before but after washing my hair, i felt as fresh as a bird. but unfortunately, not as chirpy. suddenly had a sore throat. the infection spread, from my lymph nodes to my throat.

but anyway, monday really wasnt my day. dont get me wrong, the montage was made so nicely, until someone, a fuckingly stoopid temasekian, thought the boxes of chocolates were packets of tissues or something and fucking leaped his fucking way across the montage. I WANTED TO SMACK HIM RIGHT ACROSS HIS FUCKED UP FACE. some of the boxes were squashed and that made the montage crooked, however hard alia and naf tried to fix it. that buggered asshole. i hate him.

macdonalds at plaza singapura sucked to the core!!! service? might as well not have it. food? burnt pancakes for $5.30? YOU FUCKING EAT IT.

so, basically felt like crap, even on the way home on the mrt. try not sleeping for 31 hours will you and you get what i mean. went home on the bus, with somehow faiz, being sesat on the same bus, and slept till i dont know what time today, but definitely less than 20 hours, went to the doctors, and blog.

am now waiting for mum to get back. i dont know why. toodles.