Hey hey hey!!

Gonna digress a little before we begin...

New recruits are coming soon! We gotta be on the tip of our toes and the toes of our tips people! Come on! Sing with me!! SILVER BALLS! SILVER BALLS! IT'S DOLLAR NINETY AT THE TITTY CLUB! SEE THEM DANCE! IN MY PANTS!... you get the gist of it...

We gotta work hard! Work smart! And work soon... it's gonna be baa~aad if we don't. Let me tell you what'd we'd be doing if we don't get these recruits...

We won't get new people to bully(I'm done with the old ones)... we don't get more sound(I always like more screaming... the louder the better)... and worst of all, NO FUTURE!! WHAT WILL WE DO WITH NO CRAZY PARTIES AND LATE DINNERS!? WHAT WILL WE DO!? Probably alot better actually... hmm... but who knows... I've always wanted to hang a sanitary pad banner...

Then of course we have to worry about Hope dragging us to other useless and altogether pointless event... She's done enough... First with the NDOC... *flashback*...

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ENTHUSIASTIC GIRL 1: Maybe we can all jump out like THIS(action) and then do THIS(waves arms) and then TADA!(flails like a maniac and swings head in circles.)

ENTHUSIASTIC BOY 1: Yea! Then we'd be like those Campus Superstar Idols!*note

EVERYONE ELSE(who is insane): ALRIGHT! LET'S DO IT!

KENNETH: (muttering) Hey, if you wanna look like complete retards... fine by me, maybe foam abit in the mouth... claim you're Hitler... it'd go with the dance steps...

ENTHUSIASTIC GIRL 2: Best friend number 73? C'mon! Best friends, singing together, and, Best Friends! Sing along people! ... ...

RANDOM PERSON: (crying in desperation)Our father, who art in heaven...

*The day is long...*

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*Shudders*

Hate that... Our first and last(I hope..). experience with the Superstar Cast... damn that guy couldn't even snap his fingers properly...

And of course who could forget NDOC day... *flashback music...*

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LEAD 1: Springtime~ for Hitler~ and Germany~!

Oops... wrong song...

LEAD 1: ... the Thames, UK...

KENNETH: (muttering, again...) Alright... wave your hands, Kenneth... act as if this is something worth smiling for... and that someone out there can hear us sing... Matthew... stop waving your hands... not gonna help, big guy... okay... sway left... sway right... wow... Joanna's doing it really well... or it could be from a heat stroke...

Now jump like a star! Yea... it's over... that was the most pointless thing EVER... like EVER... Moses splitting the sea, yea pointless, but still dramatic... Jesus healing cripples... that wasn't pointless... that was just rude... NOW who're we gonna make fun of...

Okay maybe Hitler committing genocide was slightly close to this... but who can blame him? Damn Jews... America nuking Japan? Pointless... but cool... bid DICK-shaped bomb... awesome...

Nope... nothing comes close to as pointless as this... this is the EPIPHANY of pointless... the PRIMORDIAL SOUP of pointless... the ROLYE ROYCE of pointless... with this event, the word POINTLESS now covers 98% of the dictionary... you get my point... no pun intended... none given either... it's pointless... but hey, at least I got a cool cloth Singapore flag...

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I lost my cloth flag a day later...

But that was fine... we actually got to participate in the thing... now comes the principal farewell...

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WEI XIN: Okay people, from the top...

KENNETH: (singing)
Don't lose your gay
with each passing day
You came so far
Please clear~ it away...

*choke* Stop! Russel! Stop strangling me! *choke* Wei Xin, help! No! Not him! Me! *fades to silent*

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Ok I admit the singing sessions to prepare this was fun... 'words are spraying... someone is splaying'... ah... so fun...

But who to know that we wouldn't sing... the *shivers*... H-... that H-... Ho-... the one in the disgusting black stockings**note who danced like a lamp post told us we couldn't sing... due to 'cutting down' purposes...

Fine... in companies, I understand... saving resources... cutting manpower... but this???

If she's gonna sign us up for the next event, something like, "Autism Investiture", and ask us to sing summat like "Heal the world"... I'm so gonna shove her stockings up her ass... read **


Okay, I've run out of topics to rant about. Done with the mandatory issues. Now to fun!

Digressing a little here today... little thing about Galleria Music School's 15th Anniversary School Event Concert thingy...

So our reporters, namely me, went down to the Esplanade today, to check out this school event... why you ask? Because they blackmailed our choir member into playing in their twisted idea of a concert...


Rule of thumb 1: A pianist who uses the sustain pedal must be vertical enough to reach for it when he/she is sitting on the stool.

Here's the interesting thing. They bring 5 year olds... 5 YEAR OLDS, out to play. Now the stool of the Steinway(ooh~) was completely screwed down. Yes, that is how it's done... don't think so far, that's not the funny bit...

So the stool is at it's lowest... and half the toddlers performing have to CLIMB the stool(yes, like freakin' Mount Everest...) to get a seat, and their legs are barely long enough to even spill out over the front of the chair... damn... what are they thinking!?

Stand, for god sakes... oh wait... no... they can't reach the keys if they do... tsk... look... the little boy walked behind the piano, and I could see his full head, BELOW THE PIANO... so I'm not exaggerating here...


Rule of thumb 2: Anytime before the concert, the pianist is advised to LEARN THE NOTES of the song he/she is playing.

Yes... that's what happened... she lost her notes... not Joanna of course... and had to side read... yes... very bad... bad bad bad...


Rule of thumb 3: If your surname is Bigot***note, don't expect anyone to take you seriously. It doesn't help if you are blond and in Singapore. Neither does it help if you had FOUR GOD DAMN FREAKING NAMES...

I just had to add that... for fun... I found Violette Bigot Clemence Louise to be really entertaining to watch... and her sister too... Camille...

Now what happened? The first child gets everything, yes of course, that is a standard household children keeping rule, but even the names? Couldn't you parents afford your second daughter a name or two more? YOU GAVE THE LAST ONE FOUR!!!! Sheesh... parents these days... saving money for everything...


Rule of thumb 5: For a concert to be successful, it'd sure help as hell if you were pretty.

All the pretty girls' songs were good. I didn't know what they played, but they were really good... warmed up the piano just fine... they did... rubbing their _____ (fine boobs/ delicate fingers)... against the ________ (hard wood/ soft keys)... either way... it was an erotic experience... yes random again of course... Hubba hubba...


Rule of thumb 4: Be pretty, it helps... cause even I forgot the last number... it was, in actuality, a real mistake... I really was thinking of the pretty girls...


So inside the Recital Studio, I remembered Matthew had 2 ticks from Joanna... and I looked... and Lo and Behold! The Great Lord Matthew! Accompanied by her highness(literally), Laughing Yan Ting!

Interesting really... in between her laughing spasms, Yan Ting can really come up with decent, intelligent conversations...:) Here's what we talked about...

YAN TING: (On the way to the toilet, saw me standing at the counter of Chocz) Hmm... chocolates?

KENNETH: Yea. "No, I'm waiting for my macaroni and cheese..."

YAN TING: For Joanna?

KENNETH: Yea, 'course. "No, my hamster gave birth and I'm it's a gift for her babies as a 1st day-old baby celebration... we're holding a small party inside their cage, BBQ and all..."****

Yes she meant well... but at times I marvel at other's needs to initiate conversations with people they meet... ah well...

Joanna played well... the noisy 'I'm British' guy behind me cheered for her, which meant that she played good... 'I'm British' cause when someone finishes playing a good song, he'd go, "Marvelous!" "Absolutely Fantastic!" "Gorgeous!" "That was great!" "Absolutely astounding performance!" All really loudly, to his wife perhaps, all in a fake British accent...

And that's all for today, actually... let me end with a couple of words...

Nick. Fling. Pranny. Canto. Floo. Yea, Dumbledore style, baby...

*I don't know any Campus Superstar winners thus I could not continue further with the utter and total humiliation of that topic. Too bad...

**Dear Hope, if you are reading this right now, the events do not specifically refer to you. All written here is totally fictional. Any relation to real life people and real cases whatsoever are totally coincidental... usually...

***Bigot: One who is strongly partial to one's own group, religion, race, or politics and is intolerant of those who differ.

****Brain talk, I can't help but run things through my mind just for fun. No offense meant, hor, Yan Ting??