Seventeen? Life is only beginning.
Chin Vern. He was booed for playing the part of Najib. I, on the other hand, find him a very nice person to get along with.
Oh hola, our personal sultan - also crowned 5S1's best sleeper.
The eleven of us in our traditional dance gear.
Yu Sheng and I.
Benjamin shoots. Band major You Zhi defends. Anne being a bad actress.
Hor Kong looking good in his traditional Malay costume.
Lionel, Wee Kee and I.
"Everybody is kungfu fightin'." Moreoverly known as - pahlawan-pahlawan Melaka. Gagah? Not so much.
The ones under Mr. Michael for the Portuguese segment were mostly from 5S1, save a few juniors who were all interesting and decent people to get along with.
Well, he demanded a group photo with us, so...
Bih Fang.
Jia Xin.
Jian Ching KO-ed in class.
Zi Shan.
I swear, my face froze. I'm just not suitable for pouting in a sexy manner - too used to running along the corridors of the computer lab, hurling swear words while swinging a bunch of keys like a lasso.
Co-ry, Co-ry. He has been a Facebook friend all this while. I noticed him staring during rehearsals and only realized that it was him when he contacted me on Facebook after that!
Darren.
Jian Ching - belum KO-ed version.
The Sultan's songkok.
Ming Hui.
If he was a Sultan, he'd be one of the coolest ones ever.
Victor and I. We actually match due to the red. He's Romeo Rodeo, and I'm Juliet Rider.
Us dancing girls in our modern garb, ready to smash the stage - or to murder people with our, you know, eccentric actions.
Jia Vei.
Basically, if anyone had asked me to perform a Portuguese and a modern dance two years ago, I would have given him or her the middle finger. Obviously that would no longer be the case now - in fact, those closer to me would realize how much I have changed over the years. This would be an obvious proof, I guess.
It was a tough week. I spent hours editing clips for the song (the girls kept changing their mind), used up at least five CDs, lugged a radio to school almost everyday in a big travelling bag and had people questioning me about my motives (a few thought I was heading off to the highlands). I have also been lectured by a Mr. Someone (being the leader of the group is hard - people tend to find ya' to blame) for allowing the girls to practice while Negaraku was being sung, been pointed an accusing finger at by a teacher, and been trying to arrange practices as often as I could.
Still, I have many to thank. Julia, for one, was the one who taught us most of the dance moves. Without her we'd be goners. Many thanks to Sean, too, for recording the entire segment down. And those who brightened up my day by singing the birthday song, those who gave presents - thank you so much. How do I put this? Appreciation really goes a long way.
In actual reality, our dance wasn't that long. Two minutes, at most. It was the preparation that took a long time - not to mention the fact that we only had a week to do it. I blame it on the teacher who entrusted us with the task at such a last minute. The transition period between the traditional and the modern dance took practice as well. We had to strip our skirts quickly to reveal the black pants underneath. The makeup part was even more torturous. I sweated the concealer and the foundation off my face in just an hour or so - and the eyeliner itched.
However, the boys did a brilliant job. The Sultan was great, and so were the ones who did the Silat. Char kuey teow segment was hilarious. Benjamin did a fantastic voice job too.
5S1's video segment -
It was - certainly - a day of high school - a birthday - that I would never forget.
For now, I have to focus on my trials.
Till then, adieu.
Till then, adieu.
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