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[RE-EDITED, only a little..]


OK.
due to so much of backlog of activities, i decided to talk about performing arts camp once and for all.


yeah, STALE FREAKING NEWS, but um...

I WROTE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN THE AFTERNOON IN A PREVIOUS POST, SO YOU MIGHT WANT TO REFER TO THAT :)

So, onto the part where we had to put on a performance.


i teamed up with shirley, bridget, renee, lia, melina, cheryl, and another girl whose name i cannot remember.


we were actually one half of group 1 (like, hello, the rest of the other girls were more than happy to separate :) )



So, Shirley and I were trying to rally the others, asking them for ideas. nothing worked.
and we passed around a piece of paper asking them to suggest characters and then come up with a storyline. i suggested a woman obsessed with christianity, as inspired by Mrs Carmody in The Mist, (i mean, of course we wouldn't go too far as to insult) and this girl in our group was like, 'noooo, noooo, dont' want...then it will be too insulting. don't want.'


i mean, no one is that much of a religious fanatic to actually insult any religion, right?!?!? not that i know of..but i don't think anyone's that brave.


then i was like, 'ok, since you have issues with it, give us a better character.'
she was like, ' don't know, lah'.


anyway, she got on all our nerves later on, and did not bother to learn her lines, or even ask me or shirley.


anyhow,
our story was an episode of a talkshow, when the guests who are supposed to turn up DON'T, and in their place are crazy, whacked-up bigots who can't tell the difference between ginger beer and sarsparilla.


my character was supposed to be this uber-successful computer programmer, who's also a first-class prude and a pariah.

It was freaky, during rehearsals, when i'd STRUGGLE to get out of character, because i was (sorry about the cliche) 'seriously into it'.


Nasri's team's performance's was quite long. And nasri spoke in an indian accent, thus inviting comparisons and controversy. alliteration. pooja went crazy.


the weird thing is,
for the two teams before our performance, i didn't cheer with pomp or energy or anything. i just sat back and clapped like some duchess. this is not because arrogance and sedation suddenly shot through my veins, but because i wanted to save my energy for our performance. when you cheer for others, you find yourself getting subconsciously put down, and you don't perform as well for your team, cos you always have that nagging thought at the back of your brain, saying, 'really, those guys were the best. we can't really beat them.'


when showtime came...

we were in the lecture theatre for the performance, we were kind of the second/third last teams.
Shirley was freaked out when they called our name, but i was like, just get it over with.
So we got chairs. and Matthew said,'ok, so can someone explain what your performance was about?'


no-one seemed to be taking the mic, so i did, and i said,'uh, well our performance is about an episode of a talkshow where the guests who are supposed to turn up, don't.'

oh god, i really screwed up that part, because i was a bit high anyway.

so, i sat, and settled down with my hoodie on the table behind me.
Lia played the dancer wannabe, Bridget played the drama queen. Shirley was the talkshow host.

(remember ,we had no scripts.)

and it started as...

Shirley: Hello everyone! Welcome to our talkshow! As you can see, we have three guests here. One of them is a woman who created facebook.

I waved.

(actually, shirley was supposed to say i was a successful computer programmer. don't know what would have happened if she hadn't said i created facebook.)


Shirley: And she (pointing to Bridget) is a socialite and a heiress..she (pointing to Lia) is a very popular dancer. Now, we're going to talk to her first (gives mic to me)


Me: (cue stiff-upper lip British accent) Good evening, everyone! My name is Dolo-res Jaa-ne Umm-bridge JUNIOR.

everyone laughs.


Me: Is there anything funny? Did I spell it right? J-U-N-I-O-R? JUNIOR?


and they laughed even harder !!?!?!??!


Me: God..these people. Anyhow, I created Facebook, and that guy, Mark Zuckerberg or Suckerberg (laughs once again), he did not create facebook. HE STOLE MA IDEA! DO YOU HEAR ME?! HE STOLE MA IDEA! Sigh...that horrible boy..


Shirley: Um, ok, well can you tell us what you do?


Me: Oh, me. Well I am a very successful woman and I manage Facebook ('something to that effect, ok?'). I believe (cue exaggerated hand gestures) there are more productive things you can do rather than eating, sleeping, and surfing the internet ('look at the irony!'). I mean, of course, doing the latter adds layers of fat to my rear-


laughs. good thing they caught the last bit.



Shirley: Um, ok, can you please hand the mic to her ('referring to bridget')


i hand the mic over to bridget with a disgusted look.



Bridget: WHO CARES?!?


(i give her a pained look, and start meditating.)


Bridget talks, on and on.


Maybe i said a few others things, but i can't really remember them.


Bridget hands the mic to Lia.



Lia stands and just starts dancing.



me: where did you say you studied, dear?

(i think there were laughs at this point..everybody was too busy looking at Lia)


Lia doesn't do anything.



Shirley: Well, Lia, can i see your earphones? (takes them)


Me: OH NO DON'T TOUCH THEM, DEAR! GIVE THEM BACK TO THIS WOMAN!
(actually i left out a word :l )



Shirley: Well...this talkshow isn't going as we planned...-


Me: PITY!


(laughs)


Ok I can't really remember what went on after this, so the events may be a bit jumbled up)



Shirley said something, which caused me to shriek and fall at her feet, praying. and then everyone goes nuts and laughs/shrieks along/sits there?!


I get back to my seat.


Me: Oh, that was terrible, oh, my cardigan (it got caught under the chair) oh shoot! Oh no, I said the word shoot! (laughs) oh shit! Oh! I said the word shit! (laughs)


Then, Renee and Melina, playing the reporters, come up to me.

Me: Oh, what is this? As you can see, I, uh, am not in a very, proper state of mind...but HOW DARE YOU STICK THIS MIC IN MY FACE! HOW DARE YOU! (laughs) Oh no...


guys,
don't bother waiting for the next post. it will come sooner or later.
i'm quite mentally disturbed right now.
sorry.
i know it doesn't suffice, but it's all i can say for now.