Doo doo

So the nerve-wrecking dinner came to an end. A relieving end to the very least.

Moments after the UBS test, we drove to the Banquet Hall for the final soundcheck and rehearsal. It was crappy but was corrected in due time. Just as we were told that the other students have arrived, the band (minus Ikmal) took a quick pit stop somewhere in the 'remote' part of Ipoh at Meg's aunt's place for a wardrobe change. Then, it's show time.

We came back to the hall just in time for the Campus Director's speech which according to many; was very unpleasant. Fuck that. He may be the big (bald) man on campus. But who is he to be on a tak puas hati-muka cam kera sumbang mode throughout the whole night? You're not the only one with a temper, mister. Go and settle down, make babies and change diapers for a change.

Call that 'treason' if you may. For once, I'll agree with the rest of the world.

The melodrama/monologue opening act was a groundbreaking event. It showcased that despite being surrounded by ledgers, calculators and endless renumeration possibilities, accountancy students (especially us Part 4s) can appreciate and embrace art in its purest form. Abstract. (Two) Thumbs up to Syahir for his undying devotion in making it phenomenal. Kudos to the Batiks and Anti-Batiks as well. Fun factor: Didi participated as well. She's one of the evil Anti-Batiks. Scawwy.

I couldn't recall everything that happened after the opening act up 'till the band's "much-anticipated" performance. It happened so fast that the moment I opened my eyes, I was already on stage waiting for my cue to shred in the opening ringing lashings of Flop Poppy's Rest Of My Life.

I screwed up.

It was a simple out-of-focus error. But since only a tiny lot of people knew the song from note to note (disguise in blessing?), they kept cheering on. The second Adam gush out the words to The Muffins' Mimpi Lagi, he was already glittered in camera flashes and sonically distracted by the feewits from the crowd. If he wasn't strumming along, I'll bet a million bucks that he'll get dozens and dozens of roses from the ladies. And then...

(Again) I screwed up.

Sweaty hands and palms never went along with rock kapak-influenced solo. It was an obvious slip up. Then again, no one cared. I had to make fun out of myself during the set for while I was in 'octavious trance', my spectacles fell to the floor. I was fortunate that it happened just in time for Adam's one-man, pre-verse part. I'll be in deep doo doo if it was otherwise. When you are 'visually impaired' and you know zilch about your scaling, being showered in spotlights is a major no-no. The only thinkable way to cover-up that 'accident' was to get along with the flow and blend in with the blender. Thinking back, it didn't make sense at all.

We received 'positive' feedbacks from those who gave them but deep down and far out, I knew it was total crappy-ness. It's done. Move on.

After shoving my Jag in the dressing room, a gulp or two of bottled water later I threw my bum on the floor for Part 5's sketch. It was already whimsical when it was previewed during the rehearsal. I was surprised by the 11th hour changes they made. It made everyone held on to their lives for fear of losing it in oblivious hysterical-ness. They should've bagged the "Best Performance Award" instead of the startlingly lame final instalment of Cha'oi's Charlie's Angels series.

Hung out with Didi afterwards for a while and we took a (photo)bucket full of pictures with each other and others. Knowing Shaq's in town, it was expected of her to drop by. I'm beginning to think that the white tee and jeans she donned is her 'uniform'. Plain, simple, spunk-ish and cool. It was quite amusing when the fact that both Didi and her are sisters caused amazement to others. Namely Am. Heh.

The night ended with Adly, Faiz, Syuk, Yus and Arip Panjang's rendition of Ruffedge brand-new hit, Bila Rindu. I was (almost) begged to play the song on acoustic with Adam and Meg. Hell no. I'm no six-string extraodinaire. But I managed to 'belt my heart out' when all the Part4s went on stage to sing-along to the tune. Me and Fai were potentially a 'smashing' duo. The next Art & Garfunkle? Dream on.

Ikmal, me, Didi, Mun, Syafa, Syara, Jan, and others took the last bus back to campus. Indeed, it was tiresome. i have all Sunday to doze behind closed doors.

It was mentioned that we have a remaining budget of RM1000++ and 'leftover' lucky draw hampers around 9-10 or so. Iqbal said it'll be channeled to the next best thing. A (possible) shindig at Teluk Batik. Whoppee.