Here are some nice things i can say about prom, and my time in acjc in general.
Prom night was indeed a great experience. Great place, good jazz, and bad food. i actually spent the most on my appearance than i ever did before. Frenzied flashes desperately trying to capture pieces of the soul of the night.
Everyone trying to make this one night represent one's experience in ac.
Sure i had my measure of fun.
The bhangra performance was great, and gave justice, i hoped, to the week of mad practices and run-throughs. KP, Jas, Kev, Shaun and the girls, Sammy and Cheryl. Like KP said, its one more great dance nailed into the wall of success.
When i was a stupid kid, i had dreamt of dancing onstage to a great crowd. Thanks to you guys i can say that at least this was a dream come true and not just plain foolishness.
Bhangra would be something i would bring with me everywhen i go.
And the people at prom looked good.
Obviously an understatement.
Kev came in with a pink hairdo, pink tie, and pink skirt with a black top. He got best-dressed, and a $50 voucher for something i think. heh. Chia got a chance at best-dressed too but she was engaged in, shall we say, a certain business.
Jas let his hair down, literally, and braided it. He looked like a funky Jesus in bahamas.
Claire, the ursula thing was meant as a compliment, in my own way. Joy, great voice, great voice, great voice. Mish looked so different and so good.
i don't think i can go through everyone actually. So i won't really try.
AC has been like what i'd experienced if i sat through a two-year long rollercoaster with a bottomless beer in my hand. it was everything my life in the education system should have been, but only lasted for a fleeting two years.
And AD4 was the class i wish i had when i was in my secondary school. Heck, i actually wish that maybe one more year would have been great.
So many things, yet i have no voice to do it justice. For everyone who had been part of this experience, thank you.
yeah. i realize this is rather late and all to be putting this post in. But blame it on the blogger. it couldn't work.
Its currently the Chinese New Year. Late January 2004.
And life out of school had been one new fucking experience heh. For as far as i can remember, holidays only lasted barely for a month at the most, and was always plagued with assignments or projects or something or the other with a deadline.
All of a sudden, its like one has been ejected from the hellhole that is the educational vicious-cycle and launched into a freefall. i'm 18 and i've actually got that bit of time to do what i always wanted.
So yeah, one of the first things i did was to sign up for Muay Thai training at Turf City. It was a burn in the pocket cos i chose personal training. But, man, i felt like a million bucks when i went through the sessions. You start the training pumped up and end up with a kinda high that makes the exhaustion sweet.
Oh and i got a job. At this Thai restaurant in Bugis. heh, seems like my life seems to be suddenly wrapped up by all-things-thai. So anyways, i work there. The pays OK, and the hours really ensure you have little life left. Meaning i reach there before 11am for the first shift which ends at 3pm. Then i get three frickin hours of absolutely nothing to do, roaming around until the next shift. Dinner shift starts before 6pm and i don't get home until about 11pm. Essentially, i have no life for as long as i'm working. Its also extremely tiring. Because technically you work seven days a week, and the tiredness really gets to you.
But.
But working at First Thai had taught me so much that i needed to learn and experience, that school has yet to bring in to the syllabus. And the three hours i learnt to spend as constructively as i can. Plus the people there are cool. Not slave-drivers or anything. And i GET PAID.
how's that.
i think everyone should get a job as a waiter or waitress at least once. There's so much to learn if you look at it right.
Well. Thats as far as i'd go for now.
will try to keep this place updated.