Fortissimo

Bravi! Bravissimi!!!

The MMF actors outdid themselves onstage. Weird thing was that they generated laughs at the wrong point. Like when the Detective said, 'Elementary. Rudimentary. Documentary.'

Silencio.

And then when Lady Stump flung the towel on Mr Stump it landed on his crotch (which it has been happening as far as that action has been slotted in) and everyone (on top) screamed with laughter.

Ok I should explain. ACS Barker's Drama Centre has two levels (only, as opposed to us three. Wahaha fear us you rich little brats! GRRR!) Seating capacity also is nothing compared to ours. But the stage is as big as our hall's and without those supposedly aesthetically pleasing steps.

So this very extra SYF official stood hanging around the doors, and as Ms Tham, See Kiat and I approached he wheezed, 'Heh heh. Standing room only.' To which Ms Tham replied a much more polite version of 'Yeah so what you smelly old fart let us in!!!' But we got real squeezed and after awhile when Ms Tham and See Kiat went down for Prep Talk (number 7), my little brother and I (he kaypoh come and see our play for the sake of shaking his head and saying, 'No hope, no hope.') evacuated that stupid stuffy balcony (hot air should get heavier, dammit) to go down and wait with Mr. Ee Poh Lam. And we entered, as soon as the previous play was finished, the main auditorium (hot air can just keep itself up there), which was rather empty, thanks to the same smelly old fart. Like halfway through the play when the AV guy played the doorbell chime it was so damn loud I was off-focus for awhile. And there was an audible flinching gasp as Lady Stump gave Cuthbert a hard cracking slap on the face.

Part I - Attend Rehearsals [check]
Part II - Go and Support [check]
Part III - GET VIDEO!!!!!!!!!! [Aha...]

After the performance, Ms Tham and See Kiat dashed backstage, with me following as an afterthought. The 'host' of the day obviously wasn't happy with the world. He was like giving us the Eye all the way. 'Victoria School, this way please.' But we were all too happy and like, whatever, and reversed direction. We were even more happy when we saw the school after us.

Two more weeks. Two more weeks, people.

My five month break from studies drawing to a close. 'Bout time too. Gives me some proper time to breathe, instead of the blasted school hols. Juat when you're in the mood you're hauled back to school.

Saw PM Lee on television. Giving endless anecdotes and examples really isn't the way to convince the House, Mr. Prime Minister sir. Telling terrible jokes (worse than mine, if you will) and laughing like that.

'I think we can all learn a lesson from this. That's what big sisters are for! Hurhur! Hurrhurrhurr!'

Be witty, not funny. Mr. Prime Minister sir.