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spiderpigDeleted the holdingout folder finally. No more holding out.
Rebuild of Evangelion just opened on Friday. I wish I was in Japan now to catch it. ;_; I love the fact how glasses are a recurring motif.
So the weekend was unfortunately not spent with my crazy number of papers due, but rather with me chasing the illusory Masi Oka of Heroes fame.
As you all can tell, I had a crushingly good time at Vivocity on Friday, where it was almost like a mosh pit gone wild. There were random people milling about asking "hey is Jay Chou coming?" to my chagrin. Dude, Ali Larter wins Jay Chou any day. Needless to say, Masi Oka wins at life. Anyway, I rushed down to Vivocity after completing my Basic Theory Driving Test which I thankfully passed. I had to queue up to get my Provisional Driving license, and people cutting my queue just made time pass even faster. It was around 3pm by the time everything was done, and I had to run out of the Driving Centre to flag down a taxi.
There was an effing traffic jam on the CTE. WTF. 3pm in the afternoon? A traffic jam? HEY PAP! CAN YOU SEE WHAT YOUR LOVELY ERP GANTRIES ARE DOING TO OUR TRAFFIC? This is like, the global warming of traffic!
Thank God I arrived before they came, so I rushed down to the beginning of the red carpet to join Yen Hui, who had saved me a spot. Oh, such a lovely spot it was. It guarenteed me a chance to catch a good glimpse of the cast when they walked past. I amused lots of people with my overt fangirlisms like my banners (the two caucasian women opposite me kept throwing dirty looks at me, like I had just escaped from Woodbridge) and I had my picture take by a pro-photographer. Hurray for Internet Infamy.
Well, my real shot at Internet Infamy came when the Heroes arrived. With my banners waving, and my bokuto strapped to my bag, I frantically started screaming as they came down the red carpet and Yen started snapping photos immediately.
And then Masi walked past and Serene (Yen's friend) yells, "MASI SHE'S YOUR BIGGEST FAN" and he immediately turns towards me, my banners go limp and I start yelling, "OMG WHERE IS THE DOLL WHERE IS THE DOLL?"
(Earlier, Yen was holding onto the doll because its mouth was falling off and we thuogh that like, pressing the mouth on would be the safest thing to do, since I didn't have glue.)
I get the doll from Yen and I push it (or shove it) into Masi's hands and go "Ummmm I MADE IT FOR YOU!?!?" and he goes "Oh! Thank you!!" And he smiles and I nearly die from the shiny white teeth and the obvious happiness and he turns to the camera beside him and proudly shows it to the camera and I blank out mentally.
As soon as I recover from the shock, he's being pushed away by security and I'm yelling "MASI-SAN!" because he didn't see my banners properly and I wanted to talk to him and just shake his hand and everything geeky I could think of just flew out the window. The crowd surges forward and I am following them and we're moving past store after store, after them and I am separated from my friends, each of us trying to catch a glimpse of our Hero.
I am too short, even with my arms raised I cannot even see where they are on my camera. Yen finds me, or I find Yen, and we rush to the side, we can see them, but just mere glimpses. The sides of their head. Everytime Masi turns over to the right side occasionally, my heart soars. It's like playing with Lady Luck. The winners from the STOMP contest go on stage to take photos and get autographs and I die everytime Masi takes a photo with them.
Lucky girls.
I wish my haiku won. I wish I won.
And then within minutes its over, confetti explodes and their led off the stage. Their escape path is blocked so they take refuge backstage. I run over to the entrance of the backstage holding area and I wait. My camera poised, my finger ready to press down any moment. They emerge slightly overwhelmed and people are pushing me from behind, I feel my body melting into the barricades, I push back. Some fucker's hand is blocking my view as I frantically snap shots of the Heroes and yell out "MASI-SAN".
They walk past us with much difficulty. Crazy fangirls are falling over themselves. I am being pushed by the crowd backwards, and then I detach myself as best as I can and I run. I run towards their eminent exit and I stand there. I find Serene and Yu Sze there. "Agh where's my banner!" I suddenly realize. Sendhil comes into view. Click click click. It is ultimate frenzy. Security is yelling their heads off. Serene is being smashed against the glass doors. As the Heroes move past the glass doors and into their bus, a fight breaks out and there are girls on the floor.
Pure mayhem.
But I got to give him the doll. Effort all worth it. He was carrying it all the time in his hand. I'm grateful, I'm touched, I'm appreciative. I half expected him to shove it in his pocket, or I don't know, just lose it in the madness. He still had it on stage, and presumably after that.
After that crazy day, I vowed to track them down on Saturday because I needed to get him to sign my bokuto.
But fate would have its way with me.
I totally missed them by a mile, someting which happened twice during the weekend. Something that I totally didn't need for my already bruised ego.
While I was waiting during that futile seven hours, I people watched. I watched as every sort of person, any sort of person walked past me. I chatted with an Indonesian couple, an elderly lady and man (were they husband and wife? or just friends?) who needed directions. "How to get to... Orchard?" I gave them brief directions on how to get to CityHall MRT station and proceed from there. From that simple place, they started asking me how to get to various other places, like Mustafa Centre, Bugis and where else I cannot remember. It was humbling, speaking to them. I don't know how it was humbling, but while I was waiting in the hot sun for my Intended to arrive, I had instead met, a warm and friendly duo who provided ample conversation topics.
"How old are you?", "Are you a student?", "We are staying near NAFA, do you study there?", "What do you study?". Simple question like this, we usually take for granted. As they took their leave, an extremely polite, sincere "thank you" was made and I felt touched. We take things like directions, help, as though they are our God given right. It could be said that I could have chose not to help them, to instead concentrate on something else that meant so much more to me. Instead, I extended a hand, however small, and received something invaluable in exchange.
As each hour past, I knew that they had already been here and already gone. But I still waited. I don't know why I didn't leave, I just didn't want to. I wanted to cling on to that small insufferable hope that I really might see him again. I wanted to see that expression on his face, of sheer happiness like when I passed him the doll. It was a dorky smile, but a smile nontheless.
So I continued to sit there. In the sweltering heat (I am very Tan now), in the rain, after the rain, when the sun chose to take a nap behind the clouds. I watched little kids run past me, I watched busloads of Japanese Highschool students take pictures, I watched the sun set.
Xinnie joined me during my last hours at the Merlion, where she was extremely pedophilic (AHAHAHAH), taking pictures of every single little kid she saw. Muahaha. But yeah, her photos are lovely! I took a couple of photos of an old lady who was sitting by the Merlion, and chewing something thoughtfully. I have a soft spot for old people. I like their old-people smell.
I'm odd, yes I know.
I've been drawing lots of attention these past few days... I've been up on the Heroes website in their Singapore Tour video (where I look like a deranged fangirl), my photo has been up on various blogs and websites due to my crazy banners and my doll... I was actually recognized when I was waiting in futility at the airport on Sunday for Masi and Co to show up. In the end, only Ali Larter came (I must note that she was such a lovely person, polite and accomodating!) and I had some fellow fans come to me at aronud 3:15pm to tell me that Masi had already left the previous night.
Crestfallen doesn't begin to describe how I felt.
So anyway, here's to me receiving my prize for 3rd Place in the Open Category. I still think that I should've gotten first. Then again, who cares. I know what I wrote was good - I can write. And I can write well. I don't need no 1st place to tell me that I can write well. My first short story anyway. By far, a very good attempt at something other than bad poetry. And I'm published!
Due to some logistical error (this seems to be the buzzword nowadays), my cheque will be coming in the mail. I need in. I bought a whole lot of Threadless shirts for me GeekOut wardrobe. Embrace the Otaku/Geek. Be Geek. Now all I need is a pair of shorts and I'm all set to conquer the campus with my ultimate Geekiness.
Received my NUS Debit Card and the renewal slip for my Kinokuniya Privilege card. I like having cards, no matter how useless they are. I'd probably stuff my wallet full of poker cards if I didn't have any other cards to fill my wallet. Yeah, I'm that screwed up.
In a while, half the week will be gone and I'll have to start working on the draft that Mr N went through with me on Monday.
I hate tutorials, in a way. I'm frankly dreading having to go for tutorials. But I have one tomorrow and I can't skip it. So much for having a wonderful time.
Well, there's a rug shop visit at Tanglin in the evening, so I suppose that's something to look forward to.
I wish I had someone to look forward to.
Rebuild of Evangelion just opened on Friday. I wish I was in Japan now to catch it. ;_; I love the fact how glasses are a recurring motif.
So the weekend was unfortunately not spent with my crazy number of papers due, but rather with me chasing the illusory Masi Oka of Heroes fame.
As you all can tell, I had a crushingly good time at Vivocity on Friday, where it was almost like a mosh pit gone wild. There were random people milling about asking "hey is Jay Chou coming?" to my chagrin. Dude, Ali Larter wins Jay Chou any day. Needless to say, Masi Oka wins at life. Anyway, I rushed down to Vivocity after completing my Basic Theory Driving Test which I thankfully passed. I had to queue up to get my Provisional Driving license, and people cutting my queue just made time pass even faster. It was around 3pm by the time everything was done, and I had to run out of the Driving Centre to flag down a taxi.
There was an effing traffic jam on the CTE. WTF. 3pm in the afternoon? A traffic jam? HEY PAP! CAN YOU SEE WHAT YOUR LOVELY ERP GANTRIES ARE DOING TO OUR TRAFFIC? This is like, the global warming of traffic!
Thank God I arrived before they came, so I rushed down to the beginning of the red carpet to join Yen Hui, who had saved me a spot. Oh, such a lovely spot it was. It guarenteed me a chance to catch a good glimpse of the cast when they walked past. I amused lots of people with my overt fangirlisms like my banners (the two caucasian women opposite me kept throwing dirty looks at me, like I had just escaped from Woodbridge) and I had my picture take by a pro-photographer. Hurray for Internet Infamy.
Well, my real shot at Internet Infamy came when the Heroes arrived. With my banners waving, and my bokuto strapped to my bag, I frantically started screaming as they came down the red carpet and Yen started snapping photos immediately.
And then Masi walked past and Serene (Yen's friend) yells, "MASI SHE'S YOUR BIGGEST FAN" and he immediately turns towards me, my banners go limp and I start yelling, "OMG WHERE IS THE DOLL WHERE IS THE DOLL?"
(Earlier, Yen was holding onto the doll because its mouth was falling off and we thuogh that like, pressing the mouth on would be the safest thing to do, since I didn't have glue.)
I get the doll from Yen and I push it (or shove it) into Masi's hands and go "Ummmm I MADE IT FOR YOU!?!?" and he goes "Oh! Thank you!!" And he smiles and I nearly die from the shiny white teeth and the obvious happiness and he turns to the camera beside him and proudly shows it to the camera and I blank out mentally.
As soon as I recover from the shock, he's being pushed away by security and I'm yelling "MASI-SAN!" because he didn't see my banners properly and I wanted to talk to him and just shake his hand and everything geeky I could think of just flew out the window. The crowd surges forward and I am following them and we're moving past store after store, after them and I am separated from my friends, each of us trying to catch a glimpse of our Hero.
I am too short, even with my arms raised I cannot even see where they are on my camera. Yen finds me, or I find Yen, and we rush to the side, we can see them, but just mere glimpses. The sides of their head. Everytime Masi turns over to the right side occasionally, my heart soars. It's like playing with Lady Luck. The winners from the STOMP contest go on stage to take photos and get autographs and I die everytime Masi takes a photo with them.
Lucky girls.
I wish my haiku won. I wish I won.
And then within minutes its over, confetti explodes and their led off the stage. Their escape path is blocked so they take refuge backstage. I run over to the entrance of the backstage holding area and I wait. My camera poised, my finger ready to press down any moment. They emerge slightly overwhelmed and people are pushing me from behind, I feel my body melting into the barricades, I push back. Some fucker's hand is blocking my view as I frantically snap shots of the Heroes and yell out "MASI-SAN".
They walk past us with much difficulty. Crazy fangirls are falling over themselves. I am being pushed by the crowd backwards, and then I detach myself as best as I can and I run. I run towards their eminent exit and I stand there. I find Serene and Yu Sze there. "Agh where's my banner!" I suddenly realize. Sendhil comes into view. Click click click. It is ultimate frenzy. Security is yelling their heads off. Serene is being smashed against the glass doors. As the Heroes move past the glass doors and into their bus, a fight breaks out and there are girls on the floor.
Pure mayhem.
But I got to give him the doll. Effort all worth it. He was carrying it all the time in his hand. I'm grateful, I'm touched, I'm appreciative. I half expected him to shove it in his pocket, or I don't know, just lose it in the madness. He still had it on stage, and presumably after that.
After that crazy day, I vowed to track them down on Saturday because I needed to get him to sign my bokuto.
But fate would have its way with me.
I totally missed them by a mile, someting which happened twice during the weekend. Something that I totally didn't need for my already bruised ego.
While I was waiting during that futile seven hours, I people watched. I watched as every sort of person, any sort of person walked past me. I chatted with an Indonesian couple, an elderly lady and man (were they husband and wife? or just friends?) who needed directions. "How to get to... Orchard?" I gave them brief directions on how to get to CityHall MRT station and proceed from there. From that simple place, they started asking me how to get to various other places, like Mustafa Centre, Bugis and where else I cannot remember. It was humbling, speaking to them. I don't know how it was humbling, but while I was waiting in the hot sun for my Intended to arrive, I had instead met, a warm and friendly duo who provided ample conversation topics.
"How old are you?", "Are you a student?", "We are staying near NAFA, do you study there?", "What do you study?". Simple question like this, we usually take for granted. As they took their leave, an extremely polite, sincere "thank you" was made and I felt touched. We take things like directions, help, as though they are our God given right. It could be said that I could have chose not to help them, to instead concentrate on something else that meant so much more to me. Instead, I extended a hand, however small, and received something invaluable in exchange.
As each hour past, I knew that they had already been here and already gone. But I still waited. I don't know why I didn't leave, I just didn't want to. I wanted to cling on to that small insufferable hope that I really might see him again. I wanted to see that expression on his face, of sheer happiness like when I passed him the doll. It was a dorky smile, but a smile nontheless.
So I continued to sit there. In the sweltering heat (I am very Tan now), in the rain, after the rain, when the sun chose to take a nap behind the clouds. I watched little kids run past me, I watched busloads of Japanese Highschool students take pictures, I watched the sun set.
Xinnie joined me during my last hours at the Merlion, where she was extremely pedophilic (AHAHAHAH), taking pictures of every single little kid she saw. Muahaha. But yeah, her photos are lovely! I took a couple of photos of an old lady who was sitting by the Merlion, and chewing something thoughtfully. I have a soft spot for old people. I like their old-people smell.
I'm odd, yes I know.
I've been drawing lots of attention these past few days... I've been up on the Heroes website in their Singapore Tour video (where I look like a deranged fangirl), my photo has been up on various blogs and websites due to my crazy banners and my doll... I was actually recognized when I was waiting in futility at the airport on Sunday for Masi and Co to show up. In the end, only Ali Larter came (I must note that she was such a lovely person, polite and accomodating!) and I had some fellow fans come to me at aronud 3:15pm to tell me that Masi had already left the previous night.
Crestfallen doesn't begin to describe how I felt.
So anyway, here's to me receiving my prize for 3rd Place in the Open Category. I still think that I should've gotten first. Then again, who cares. I know what I wrote was good - I can write. And I can write well. I don't need no 1st place to tell me that I can write well. My first short story anyway. By far, a very good attempt at something other than bad poetry. And I'm published!
Due to some logistical error (this seems to be the buzzword nowadays), my cheque will be coming in the mail. I need in. I bought a whole lot of Threadless shirts for me GeekOut wardrobe. Embrace the Otaku/Geek. Be Geek. Now all I need is a pair of shorts and I'm all set to conquer the campus with my ultimate Geekiness.
Received my NUS Debit Card and the renewal slip for my Kinokuniya Privilege card. I like having cards, no matter how useless they are. I'd probably stuff my wallet full of poker cards if I didn't have any other cards to fill my wallet. Yeah, I'm that screwed up.
In a while, half the week will be gone and I'll have to start working on the draft that Mr N went through with me on Monday.
I hate tutorials, in a way. I'm frankly dreading having to go for tutorials. But I have one tomorrow and I can't skip it. So much for having a wonderful time.
Well, there's a rug shop visit at Tanglin in the evening, so I suppose that's something to look forward to.
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Date: 2007-09-04 03:54 pm (UTC)but hey, it's worth it isn't it? despite everything, you got a smile and words and that's worth more more than anyone could hope for.
although i should be one to say considering i'm apply for student exchange in LA JUST FOR yoshiki-sama. because YOSHIKI-SAMA ownz at life.ahhhh tutorials... i basically let everyone talk first, then drawl slowly so that i seem smarter than i actually am LOLZ. slient vessels make no sounds!