Alright, this few days has been a wonderful turn for the musical. Now just gotta get the studying down.
The costumes are just fine, and Nichole's been very patient with my hair. Ah, she's ever so sweet. Though she probably feels like using the garden shears on my hair. Props kill.
Speaking of costumes, I've got different ones for photoshoots, stage and video and rehearse in my grey funeral costume (jss uniform). And yeah, it's less painful when i refer to it as a costume.
Gawsh, sometimes, life's a miserable lukewarm cup of milo. It's almost 25 deg., not hot and not cold and you just wanna puke it all out rather than feel the unstirred milo powder chalk your teeth and line your throat till you feel like puking.
Like the incident of Ms Phua (the real one, since we all know there can be only one of her, for obvious reasons ...). Thing is, it became my prop, and we were careful with it. Mangala picked it up from next to my bag and it just fell apart. She didn't tug at it or anything, just picked it up in her hand and that frigging bad quality shit of a plastic thread fell apart. And the smooth stone beads, tiny metal beads just rolled off the steps. And we stood there staring, our mouths agape, and Mangala's mouth was the size of Texas and with the most I-don't-believe-this face. And when i told Ms Phua, I got lectured "oh you must keep your props properly"
Like, it's not like I threw it on MRT train tracks right! Hmm .. maybe an elephant sat on it, then some European soccer team used it as a soccer ball, and it fell into a trumpet and game out through the other side ...
Of course I handled it with care and put it next to my bag WITH OTHER PROPS AND THEY DIDN'T FALL APART LIKE SOME FLIMSY UNRELIABLE NECKLACE. WTH!
Really, I examined the thing last night while trying to fix it (when I could be doing script memorising) and the part that fell apart was weak, (well, duh). Too bad I can't put everything back properly. Life sucks, what if I can't put it back properly or it falls apart again in front of her. See, "you must take care of your props". Tsk, I might even have to get another one and it's gonna be my fault. Joy. Waste money. It better not have any sentimental value, for I have none of that in my purse. Suay!
Really, what can you do when something bad is about to happen is just passed like "passing the parcel" game and it ends in your hands, though it's clearly none of your business?
Labels: CCA, Darkness, Secondary School Life
