twisted frequencies @ 11:53 p.m.

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
chain of fools soaking the sun

Helloi.

Tuesday, I thought I’d woken up to one of those lousy-ass days, where I’d be - nursing cramps, stepping on puddles, hearing everyone say “no” to me, driving a long stretch of perpetual red traffic lights, spilling coffee on favourite shirt, handphone-less half the day when the battery dies, slipping and falling into a drain, forgetting to bring my wallet – kinda day.

That’s what I Thought. Because waking up in the morning was a drag, filled with an intense feeling of dread (of what I don’t know). Somehow I was prepared for shit to come my way
– but it didn’t(!).

Phew. Mary mary quite contrary.

VN called me while I was in the office asking if I wanted to catch sg idols piano show in the evening. Of Coursssssse. So..dragged some peeps in the office along as well – The Interns Union, I’d call it – (workplace would not be the same without them).

So. Ended up spending the evening watching the first sg idols piano show recording. Thanxzxzx for the tix, VN…and MY.

When we first walked into the studio theatre, the ‘usher’ asked who we’re supporting coz they had to fill up seats at the different supporters’ camps…the 4 of us had no one in mind since we came just to kaypoh coz there were available tix and it was a 38 seconds-walk from the office, so I told the usher that we’re “Neutral”. Then he ushered us to lousy seats!

So…being the smartasses that we were, we started to bullshit some common names, hoping it’d be one of the contestants’ names that night. So we could say we’re that contestant’s supporters and get better seats.

“Umm, we’re here to support Ben!”

Usher: “uhh…nope no ben”

Us: “Tom?”

Usher: “no…no tom.”

Us: “There’s a Harry right…ya…Harry la.” (by this time, of course we were doing it in the name of humor already)

Usher: “Don’t have.”

At this point, TF thought we had pissed him off, although I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he should at least have a sense of humor la.

Then the “crowd warmer” came out and started to announce some of the evening’s contestants’ names just to prep their supporters. And so was our chance to anyhow pick one name.

Then the usher (who thankfully finally proved that he had a sense of humor), asked us again, “Ok now, so which one yall supporting?”

Us: *insert one of the names we heard being screamed*!!!

Usher: ok yall can go there, you’ll have a better view there…(and pointed to much better seats that needed to be filled)

As we passed by the usher dude, TF tried to test his sense of humor again by saying that actually we support only him (the usher), then asked for his name, then TF said that we’re not going to scream unless his name was being called. To which the usher turned and told his colleague beside him to ‘scream’ his name, which the colleague did, but by the time, we’ve walked quite a distance from him to fake a scream, although I did give him a consolation falsetto “Whoooooo!” for proving me right that he Does actually have a sense of humor.

Joy to the world.

So. The show started and they brought out all the contestants…and guess whatttt, they were all Girls. It was an All-Girls night…

..which meant our earlier attempts at guessing one of the night's contestants names of "Ben, Tom and Harry" totally gave us away as to how clueless we were.
Wahahahahh. And to think that we thought we were being very very smart. Nyahahahhaha.

Ho well. By the time they were ready to start the recording, BY finished work at the office and joined us. Just on time. (And thus she can be excused from being part of the smartass team who guessed Ben, Tom and Harry.)

So.

The show…hmmmmm….the show…

I think it was a great (and convenient) way to de-stress after work. It was so bad that it was good. Muahah.
Seriously. I think I could’ve done better than more than half of them who sang that evening. I don’t know if I can blog about it. But o wot the heck eh. All I’ll say is…..if getai singers can make it, so can I!
Merdeka!

One of the judges proved to be redundant and very very bored and maybe just needs a hug and is owed alimony money. Teeeeeheeeeeee

“If you love the camera a lot, why don’t you just buy a bunch of cameras and shoot yourself with it,” goes the other one.

Hahahahahhahahah. Stitches man. I don’t think we make good seat-fillers. We were bitches in stitches. Seriously, there were so many things to bitch about. The best singer out of the lot would be the one who received the least ‘bitch-whips’ from us. I was sitting between XY and KX…and it was a whole lotta bitch-fest! Hehah.

After the show, hit the usual crispy-prata-that-tastes-like-fried-chicken joint with BY, KX and XY…..TF headed home.

Bitched about …more people... over crispy pratas and teh peng. Bitching can be good for one's well-being. Kinda like a good form of modern age meditation-towards-a-healthier-bloodflow kinda lazy verbal yoga de-stresser. N’um saying? Yeaaa…..me neither. *shrug*

Everyday at work should be like this.

That means…I’ve to wake up in the morning everyday and expect the day to be shitty.

And it will eventually turn out …great.
Because sometimes I feel like life has this fail-proof conspiracy of gleefully proving me wrong.

With that, I hope waking up tomorrow will be such a drag then. (go aheaddddd prove me wrong)

ok. Noite.