a toilet bowl issue
2008-07-05 11:52 p.m.
well well today was our first cheerleading performance, at the floating platform at marina bay with an audience of more than a thousand.
would have been really scary if i had given a damn how i did for the performance.
or if the audience had been near enough to look like people rather than just multi colored specks.
as it were they were so far away all we could see were specks and it was like just another rehearsal where we faced seas of empty green seats, except the seats werent just green this time and could kind of move and wave a little.
in fact i would have just stoned through the performance had it not been that killer screen projection thing which can zoom in mercilessly on someone - ANYONE - 's face.
and then thousands upon thousands would gleefully witness your what-am-i-doing-why-am-i-here face.
and it would be worse if whoever controlling the screen decided to have a bit of fun and focussed on one person forever.
which is something i personally witnessed happen to the motivators during their dance sequence.
poor, lost looking guy was amplified to a thousand times his size and his oops moments (that would be momentS with an S) were oh-so-clear.
*kick kick step kick - whoopsy! bang into someone - look left look right freeze! uh oh uh oh what now what now - drop something! - *
i say, what kind of spirit is this?
sadistic singaporeans?
that's something i would do, not something i would expect someone else to do!
sheesh.
anyway i cant say i did much better for our own performance, having missed one whole 5-hour practice and smoked through the rest. i pretty much depended on the guy in front of me to inform me of what to do next and so when HE was slow by a beat it probably meant i was slow by TWO beats.
and yes, i forgot a gazillion things myself too and once stood up - and stayed there for like 10 seconds - when everyone else was going down.
oh well. if the 1000-strong audience was a speck to me then i must have been a molecule to them, albeit a garishly colored one.
anyway! that's not the main point of my entry - surprise surprise - because i met LEI HOI during the practice!
because AC was taking part in the cheerleading too, duuuuh.
i actually felt more tuned to ac than i did to my own school because all the faces there were so familiar (either from nan hua or PAE) whilst the aj people were the ones i hadnt known that long.
so i suppose it was to michelle's great annoyance that i kept looking out for and edging towards ac.
and that the ac people kept drifting to us.
lei hoi somehow materialized 2 or 3 times (we'd be sitting or drinking and suddenly have a pair of arms flung around us from behind; quite the introduction) and once jiahui and leihoi had a race?! to see who could tap me first.
i also saw esther with the ac people (not to mention a few other nan hua ones - the kind you know but dont know) who somehow knew lei hoi who somehow knew jia hui who of course knows me.
it was quite interesting finding out how we all knew each other.
me and lei hoi's connections were the most complicated.
'she was in my secondary school but i didnt know her till she went to jc with my friend - no not ac, nj, but both she and my friend left afterwards - and they became friends and then my friend brought her to our dance school now i know her.'
oh speaking of which, dionne she wants to kill you for not inviting her to the salsa festival.
just thought i'd let you know before you died.
anyway since we had eon-long breaks me and lei hoi decided to pass time by dancing (much to the amusement of everyone passing by) which is how i now know the basic step for rumba and jive.
mastering it, however, is a whole other issue.
the rest of the time michelle and i spent by sneaking to the singapore flyer to use the forbidden toilets there.
no waaay we're using those porta potty things.
but an incident happened there, which is why i am now short of one item of my costume.
it all started when i exitted the cubicle after changing back into pe attire.
'you took off your headband already?'
'huh?'
'its gone.'
'WHAT?!'
i searched frantically about my person for the stupid thing whilst michelle checked the cubicle.
when she said it was in the toiletbowl i thought she was joking.
she had to repeat that a few times before the very idea of it finally got through my thick skull.
and the heavyset maintenance cleaner chose that very moment of my absolute horror to decide to use that cubicle.
nothing we said made any difference.
'THERE IS SOMETHING IN THERE!'
'*mumbo jumbo*'
'ITS IN THE TOILET BOWL!!!'
'*slightly more agitated mumbo jumbo*'
'WAI-'
'*MUMBO JUMBO*'
which put an end to THAT conversation.
2 seconds later she opened the door with the headband around the sink.
but i am obviously not having that THING on my head anymore so i chose to throw it away rather than trust that she had done nothing in that 2 seconds.
......
its sad, isnt it, that i could have performed in front of 1000+ people and yet blog about meeting a friend and dropping my headband in the toiletbowl.
oh well, live with it.
till the next time i drop something in that round white dome, taa.
