Tuesday, December 9, 2008
recitel 2008
O school recitel is finally over. now im finally free in the afternoons of Sundays. yeah! but it was really a good experience. better than last year. although i swear i wasted my chance to shine with a 4 eight solo. cuz theres no solo this year =(.. (cuz we got frigging 28 people instead of like 12). so no can do. or our performance would be at least 20mins long. if everyone gets a solo part.
But overall i think that everyone improved a lot! everyone learnt from each other and *level-ded up* especially the girls. they came in and all they knew were fresno and waves. now they do it with their own feel (; and emerlyn( darren's sister) is DOPE :O
yeh and also i think the popping group was the most high of all the genre. cuz we were like "singing"(cuz it sucks) our song and doing the routine in the rehearsal rooms. spastic shit. you can't blame us too cuz we love the attention.
but maybe thats not the thing i want to blog about today. i shall blog about security guards. and how they always pretend they have a lot of authority when their just low down dogs. i mean im fine with those who are just trying to do their job. but don't TRY to abuse and end up looking like a sissy. all i did was climb over the side gate which locks at 12am.
and here was the conversation
indian guard : boy follow me to the guard house i need to write down your id
me : dunwant. i want go sleep
indian guard : just follow me to the guard house
me : you call police. if the police bothers to come i follow you and give you my id
indian guard : you force me to do this ah, i ask you nicely you dunwant. i dunwant to create trouble for you
me : call lor. you call now.
indian guard : *takes out phone*
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indian guard: just gimme your id la i don't want to create trouble for you
me : dunwant leh
indian guard : you force me to do this..
me : what? you sue me for breaking into my own premises lor.
indian guard : *takes out specs to look at his phone* ( it seems that he doesnt know how to press 3 of the same numbers and then the green button after that )
indian guard : just gimme your name ( before that he wanted to check my ic)
me: writes down JASON.
*walks off happily*
ps. i'm not a racist. he really was a indian guard. and perhaps he might have been the racist one of trying to look for trouble with me.
so if you're working as a security guard? just admit that you're just following orders and maybe we'll be more cooperative. don't fucking try to use authority to scare me. because i know you don't have them. and i know what i am doing. fool.
*edit* damn the internet had problems last night. couldnt post.
but i feel damn lost now with the recital over. no more goals. im not really looking forward to syf cuz i don't like the dance? maybe i should give LOUD crew a look. idk. but it'll be a busy year next year. sigh