Currently Playing: DC - Stolen
Exceptionally knackered at the moment, but writing feels nice right about now.
It’s been crazier than usual lately.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been involved in 2 committees to help out for the firm’s annual dance and dinner. Late nights were either dedicated to work or meetings/painting for props and decoration of the ballroom. Also, R roped me in to help him work something out for the chambering pupils’ performance. Apparently it was compulsory that we take part in Talentime and compete against the staff members.
The dinner came and went last night, and currently I’m trying to muster enough energy to get up from this floor right now to work on my submissions, due tomorrow. Truth be told, I really don’t want to move until maybe tomorrow. Or beyond that. Beyond that would be nice.
So yesterday went like this:
Had classes in the morning, went to the tailor to fix my dress in between classes (its zipper broke at the very last minute - thank God for tailors in UIA!), had an exam, headed home but got stuck in a jam that lasted more than an hour, grabbed things from home and rushed to the hotel, ran through rehearsals, got dressed up immediately (Abby had to do my eye make-up because I’m just hopeless at these things), ran through the programme with the Head of all Floor Managers, cleared up all hiccups, and basically worked the night away, prompting MCs, giving cues for performers to go onstage and working backstage, performing for a bit for Talentime before going back to work. By the time it was all over, it was already past midnight and the buffet table had been cleared up. I did have small bites in between everything, but it was a little sad. Since it was too late to drive home alone safely, I crashed at Aufa’s place for the night with Abby. The 3 of us went to get some food first though - the blessings of 24-hour mamak stalls.
I saw my second boss perform last night. It’s an image I’ll never forget - he was dressed as a woman and when I got into the FEMALE changing room after my performance, there he was wearing his fake boobs. Aufa let out a strangled cry and both of us couldn’t stifle our laughs for long. We stumbled back out and looked for another place to change. Aih, what a night.
I should probably mention here that we won the Talentime Award, and now the 14 of us who took part are RM800 richer! It was a close shave though, by 2 points from the judges. I’m glad Alhamdulillah. After cracking my head trying to come up with a good dance, countless videos of fan dances and incorporating the other girls’ input on what I can include, and matching it to Aufa’s music, the girls did a great job onstage! As for the guys, all I can say is I’m immensely proud at how all of them are such great sports. Theirs were all stunts and kung fu power, ours was to create a demure effect with our fan dancing. Thinking about the guys last night, my firm must have a 6th sense when it comes to choosing guys as chambering pupils because all of them, no matter how annoying they can get, are such gentlemen. They really are. Except when they get drunk. In which case I don’t stick around for long. Because as funny as they are when they’re tipsy, it isn’t something I can stomach for long. Last night was a bit of an eye-opener, in that sense.
The theme for the dinner was The Orient Express: Destination - Shanghai (which is funny because the OE is based in Europe) and since I had a spare cheongsam laying around I threw that on. We had a train set up outside the ballroom, and all these cool old posters and signs from 1930s Shanghai which looked wonderful. At the beginning of the show, drummers came on to do the whole Chinese drum performance which was pretty awesome. I had a chat with one of them behind stage, trying to keep them pumped up for the show because it was delayed at first, and he was such a friendly one, cracking jokes and all.
I wish I had photographic evidence photos to show what went down last night, but I don’t have a camera to begin with, and didn’t have time to take proper shots anyway.
I did open up my fortune cookie this morning though
to which Luqman scoffed “That’s not a fortune, that’s just some indie quote!”
I shrugged.
Enough said here.
