Unarmed combat: Part 1 of 3.
Four words sum it up--bloody waste of time. OK it was fun running around, playing hide and seek in Victoria Theatre, but the novelty wore off quickly, and boredom kicks in once again.
Deplorable situation we all were in. We didn't bring poker cards, we didn't bring out gaming devices, we didn't this, that, and NO CHARGER. I had to walk around with a battery of around..20percent? Very screwed, I hate going around with my handphone in such a precarious situation.
Let me recount what happened throughout this 15hour ordeal, and the sudden urge to end my life over the 15hours wasted.
Got to VT at...10? Forgot the exact time, there's not much of a difference in this 20hour timeline anyway. Stoned, yes, stoned, at the 'bunk'. Or rather, 'dressing room' of NCC. They conveniently allocated a bunk for us. I shall use the word bunk because we slept in it. Or at least we tried to.
Shit. I forgot what we did liao. But it was damn colourful. We went for our free lunch at the basement, and Joshua cranked up the iFea of playing hide-and-seek. I seconded that iFea, and rules were set and the game started. Damn fun, hiding around that huge area. Quite sian though, when one gets caught the others would crumble quickly.
Joshua went for second lunch after that.
Blah blah blah, so ends hide-and-seek, and we played dog-and-bone, and soccer with an empty water bottle at a very small corridor of the 'bunk' area. My fellow platoon mates never fail to amaze me with the boundless energies they have, and I'm proud to be part of this crowd.
They tried to sleep, and I raped CRY. A bundle of joy.
Nothing much after that. Oh yea, don't go watch the musical 'Unarmed Combat'. Most students already know that it's a bloody scam of money, but I'm going to make it worse for the people who already have the tickets and would read this. No such population, of course.
But really, the 'musical' is...
A boy wants to change CCA. Or something, it was too inconsequential for me to remember. Anyway, he wanted to change his CCA to guitar, his mother doesn't like the iFea, chides him for it, doesn't allow it, he gets into a fight with some random soccer boys(it wasn't random, but I forgot where they came from), his mother allows him to join, blah blah.
There you go, the plot in short. A lot of things missing here and there, but you get the point--that there is none.
To even be part of the backstage crew is. Urgh. I don't even need the 2 CCA points. Or rather, the few of us don't need it at all, but we would still go. Just for fun, just to complete this shit, just to put a nice full-stop.
The rehearsal ended at 9.30PM. There was some debriefing, but really, who cares? It's meant for the performers, not the people eating in the bunk.
So we ran out of the place at like 9.50PM, and shouted stuff like 'BANG BANG BANG', to which I replied 'CONTACTED'.
Something damn eerie happened. The evening's joy was punctured by the appearance of a certain teacher in the MRT. I was about to sing our school song in the train when we spotted him in a compartment next to ours. Scary, if you consider the fact that we RAN from the theatre to the MRT station. Scarier if you consider the fact that he was walking to his room or something while we were running out of the place.
It'd make your hair stand if you realize that we barely made it into the train, while he was seated comfortably. OK it didn't achieve the desired aims of making hair stand, but it's really theoretically impossible. Unless you consider shunpo as a theory.
I think I shall blog about morals tomorrow. Oh wait, morals would have to wait until the end of the coming 2 days. Enjoy the wait.
-- 5/08/2008 11:29:00 PM
