anyway. 3 topics of discussion. mates, dates and sole survivors. i-feel-like-dying dramafeste week. and i can't believe anyone would tie themselves down at 18!
1. mates, dates and sole survivors is the title of this girlie book i read a couple of weeks ago and never wanted to return to the library since. itz just so identifiable!!! AND recent. itz a 2002 book. i haven't even watched sum great 2002 movies! and this book is so much betta! itz abt this gerl whose frens all haf bfs and she feels out and she wishes she had one too. and suddenly, inexplicably, she meets this guy who seems to be everything she ever wanted in a guy. and he likes her too. then he turns out to be possessive and vain, etc. it takes her a while, then she breaks up with him. and out of her 3 frens, one gets dumped and another dumps. haha. so interesting.
2. okay. dramafeste week. on monday, i reached home at like, 10.15. i wanted to DIE. i did NOT expect to stay in skl so late, and for the first time, i wanted OUT. i was so tired and angry and hungry and behind in my work [which was, by far, the worst thing to be. although i still am behind.]. but i acherli had fun during the rehearsals ah. they were funny and interesting and all tt. thursday rolled around pretty easily. and somehow or other, we were all ready. i really dunno how. i dun feel i did much work doing costumes, but somehow, everyone's costumes were fine to every last detail, and we were just ready to act our butts off. and while getting ready in lt3 and all that, i had this really interesting positive feeling, which lasted the whole night, and all the way to friday night. and i was just wondering what that feeling was.. cos it was such a nice feeling. it was faraway, but familiar. like i felt it before, but a long long time ago. and i finally realised that it was the rgs nite feeling! it was the feeling of anticipationexcitementhappiness that i get while preparing for a big and important performance. i remember sitting curled in a chair at wtc starbucks with nadia rau rai baba nadzi and other ppl stoning and writing postcards and watching the people walk past, wearing a shirt [so i wldn't mess up my hair when i took it off] and almost-full makeup and a tight bun, not caring what others might think of my appearance, killing time before my first-ever rgs nite. i remember taking pictures all over wtc just before that, and all over the dressing room after that. i remember going home with zahirah that night, still feeling high. i remember stuffing myself into a red-cushioned seat in the heart of tchs, watching the self-penned play by elds, this time, not feeling so nervous about dancing infront of lotsa ppl, 3 times in a row, but the high feeling still abound. and how about hijrah seni? i remember getting out a taxi, wrapped in a sweater and already feeling excited about playing my favourite instrument and kak faridah's favourite song to a paying, completely public audience. in victoria theatre! been there, done that. i guess thatz why i felt off for the first part of this year. i missed performing. i simply LOVE performing. and i've had the fortune to be able to do that multiple times a year in rgs. and zero times a year, it seemed, in rj. and it must have been God's will that i performed last night and the night before and revived that feeling that kinda became a part of my entire being in rgs, such that i felt missing without it in rj. i mean, i was in costumes. diden expect to be acting what. expected to be watching. but they roped us in anyway, and i had a blast acting as half-myself, half-bimbo to laughs from the audience. itz great to be appreciated by the audience! it really is! and i found myself almost crying a couple of times, cos performances are great and all, but they have a knack of ending double-quickly, so by the time you realise, itz long over. and that was your last performance. and you know. itz just over and there's nothing you can do. and it made me miss rgs tarian even more! anyway. we were a success, i believe. everyone mentioned how funny it was. and the moment players kicked off, the audience laughed. so yah, i think it went extremely well. the second night was cooler, if possible. they modified the fight scene, and so i broke out the whatevers, which made the audience laugh. that was cool. it felt great. and i kinda think we deserve to win, although i would like to kill the judge for misleading us to think that arts was gonna win. yay. we rock! and i'll treasure that "template test paper" forever..
3. did i say i missed rgs tarian? well i rejoined it today. and i realised that i miss MY rgs tarian. the one with MY people and not all these new ppl. but of course i met sum of my ppl today, and it was a partial rgs tarian, if you will. i like the dance, so far, and it brings back nice memories of rj mld arts feste and phr 2001, of cos. or was it phr 2000? can't remember the year, but it was a great dance, and a nice partner too. for both. and so today we found out about a fellow schoolmate's engagement. yeeks! my blessings to them and all, but.. i dunno. i just find it weird, thatz all. but thatz not necessarily a bad thing cos i mean, people find ME weird. anyway. what i mean is, i think itz just too early to tie yourself down to one person so soon. but baba [hi baba, hope you're still alive, cos now i only hear news about you through 183573rd-party-news, and who knows how long it'll take me to hear newsbreaking news of you?] once sed she wanted to get engaged in jc2, i think. and i diden find it so shocking then, so maybe i'm just split into 2 camps. maybe the engaged thingy is fine. the off part abt it is the getting married next year. like sya sed, what if when you're in uni and some guy asks you out? you have to say, "sorry, i'm married." guy: "wad? married to whom?" you: "he's still in ns." yikes. look here, mugant, you better still be single when you and fana land in the same uni. yah.. anyway just thot it seemed weird. but it takes variety to make the world go round, i believe.