Hi.
I promise that I will TRY to remember this day FOREVER.
Why?
Easy.
Because I was Rahman, and I went against my mother after asking her for money, then sang my whole heart out.
I ran around like a crazy man, did two air-guitar solos and then got my voice back but then lost it again.
All of that, after 2 weeks of nothing but plans, a day of writing and a week of practice.
If that's NOT AWESOME, then bring me Captain Awesome and I'll break his neck.
All 12 of us were all nervous yet excited but also not prepared at the same time.
Those 12 individuals are:
1. Suicide Monkey - Rahman (Actor)
2. Da Lil' Man - Rahman (Voice)
3. Kor-Nesh - Mutusamy (Actor)
4. John Rambo - Mutusamy (Voice)
5. Mikel - Ah Beng (Actor)
6. Gaston - Ah Beng (Voice)
7. Alim - Mak Jah (Actress)
8. Laili - Mak Jah (Voice)
9. Yana - Commercial Girl #1 + Props/Costume Designer
10. Athirah - Commercial Girl #2 + Props/Costume Designer
11. Santhya - Storyteller
12. Ezza - Helper
Well, if you've read until this part and still don't understand what the heck's going on, I'll tell you.
Before the holidays began last week, En. Izzat told us to perform a pantomime that has themes about Independence Day (Hari Merdeka).
At first, I didn't really know what I was suppose to do.
It was kind of hard to think of a storyline that would be simple enough to understand, but awesome enough to make the crowd go WILD.
The whole week of holidays I tried to write but nothing really came to me.
Then on Monday, I confronted En. Izzat and told him that by then we had almost NOTHING to work on.
I know, you would've said "Damn", too.
So we gathered and discussed the situation and Gaston had an idea so we built on that.
Using my incredible writing skills and ingeniously smacking off-the-wall humour-filled dialogue, we practiced the whole of the remaining 3 days before D-Day.
Most of the time we'd slack off and maybe just sit around and do nothing.
But it was on Thursday that things began to get to our heads.
Life became so much shorter, time began to tick so much faster ... and my voice began to fade, syllable by syllable, till I finally talked like a real ROCKSTAR.
Heh.
My voice still is.
Want to hear it?
You can't, unless you're near me, which I really doubt.
Anyway, when the Poetry Recital thing ended, and the teacher began to say our names, I knew that this was IT.
I went out first.
Although I didn't actually know that I was the head of the team of performers, I knew that they wouldn't do this if I weren't giving it my all.
I did one of the best performances I ever did in front of about 1200 eyes.
Maybe more.
Every single thing that came into my head, I used it.
Every single motion that I could do, I did.
Nothing was keeping me from fame and popularity.
I didn't really know or realise that I was exhausting myself until the show ended.
I ran around the crowd with a flag in my palms while shouting (and not actually singing) "SAYA ANAK MALAYSIA!!!"
Everyone couldn't help but cheer their freaking lungs out.
I felt the emotion and energy they generated and absorbed it, making it mine.
I just had to make this my show, my time to shine, my own THING.
And I did.
After the performance had ended, Pn. Bibi, En. Sabri and En. Zak all congratulated us, me in particular.
Heh.
Not to tune my own horn, but hey, if you're the star of the show then you're the star of the show.
However, I want to thank everyone, from those who helped to those who didn't even know anything about the performance.
THANK YOU.
All of this wouldn't have been a success if it weren't for EVERY SINGLE ONE of you, I doubt I would've been out there this morning.
Well, here are some pictures I took this morning.
I'll try to get more and better pictures from everyone else.
These are from my phone:
Before the show began.
Kor-Nesh and Mikel.
Gaston with a very happy face.
Da Lil' Man with John Rambo in the background.
Both Mak Jah's practicing their part.
I wonder how my picture turned out?
Pre-show jitters were a no show. That's Mikel sitting down, Yana in front of the mirror and Ezza standing up.
John Rambo. He actually didn't want to show his face, but I got the better of him.
He was told to cut and paste things for En. Sabri. He didn't do the greatest job but he had other commitments.
That's Suicide Monkey, in his outfit.
After the show.
The cast, well most of them, minus me, Gaston and Ezza.
This is a candid picture actually.
Tired faces were all around, but the Semangat of Merdeka was still there.
She was still singing "Saya Anak Malaysia".
This time humming.
The last picture I took for the day at school. These are the girls behind and in front of the scenes.
Heh.
Well, after all that exhausting acting, miming, singing, running and shouting, I finally went back home.
But, there was another pleasant surprise waiting for me at home.
NOBODY brought their keys.
We (me, my brother and my brother) were locked out for about 10 minutes.
Heh.
It was kind of, rare, that I get locked out.
I didn't bring my keys because I changed bags today.
And it's always me who they expect to have the keys.
I took some pictures to past the time:
If you're key-less, lie on the floor like a baby in a cradle.
He got "glittered".
Dad's bike. I think I'll get it eventually.
Random picture of socks. Not mine, by the way.
Well, after an exhausting day of fun-filled antics, I finally realised that I'm actually exhausted.
Heh.
I didn't go out today to play ball like I use to.
Too tired to do so.
Instead, I won the FA Cup final, won the ECC final, won the Premiership and bought Kaka, Carlos Eduardo and Adler.
Heh.
Nothing much to brag about but what the heck.
Why?
Easy.
Because I was Rahman, and I went against my mother after asking her for money, then sang my whole heart out.
I ran around like a crazy man, did two air-guitar solos and then got my voice back but then lost it again.
All of that, after 2 weeks of nothing but plans, a day of writing and a week of practice.
If that's NOT AWESOME, then bring me Captain Awesome and I'll break his neck.
All 12 of us were all nervous yet excited but also not prepared at the same time.
Those 12 individuals are:
1. Suicide Monkey - Rahman (Actor)
2. Da Lil' Man - Rahman (Voice)
3. Kor-Nesh - Mutusamy (Actor)
4. John Rambo - Mutusamy (Voice)
5. Mikel - Ah Beng (Actor)
6. Gaston - Ah Beng (Voice)
7. Alim - Mak Jah (Actress)
8. Laili - Mak Jah (Voice)
9. Yana - Commercial Girl #1 + Props/Costume Designer
10. Athirah - Commercial Girl #2 + Props/Costume Designer
11. Santhya - Storyteller
12. Ezza - Helper
Well, if you've read until this part and still don't understand what the heck's going on, I'll tell you.
Before the holidays began last week, En. Izzat told us to perform a pantomime that has themes about Independence Day (Hari Merdeka).
At first, I didn't really know what I was suppose to do.
It was kind of hard to think of a storyline that would be simple enough to understand, but awesome enough to make the crowd go WILD.
The whole week of holidays I tried to write but nothing really came to me.
Then on Monday, I confronted En. Izzat and told him that by then we had almost NOTHING to work on.
I know, you would've said "Damn", too.
So we gathered and discussed the situation and Gaston had an idea so we built on that.
Using my incredible writing skills and ingeniously smacking off-the-wall humour-filled dialogue, we practiced the whole of the remaining 3 days before D-Day.
Most of the time we'd slack off and maybe just sit around and do nothing.
But it was on Thursday that things began to get to our heads.
Life became so much shorter, time began to tick so much faster ... and my voice began to fade, syllable by syllable, till I finally talked like a real ROCKSTAR.
Heh.
My voice still is.
Want to hear it?
You can't, unless you're near me, which I really doubt.
Anyway, when the Poetry Recital thing ended, and the teacher began to say our names, I knew that this was IT.
I went out first.
Although I didn't actually know that I was the head of the team of performers, I knew that they wouldn't do this if I weren't giving it my all.
I did one of the best performances I ever did in front of about 1200 eyes.
Maybe more.
Every single thing that came into my head, I used it.
Every single motion that I could do, I did.
Nothing was keeping me from fame and popularity.
I didn't really know or realise that I was exhausting myself until the show ended.
I ran around the crowd with a flag in my palms while shouting (and not actually singing) "SAYA ANAK MALAYSIA!!!"
Everyone couldn't help but cheer their freaking lungs out.
I felt the emotion and energy they generated and absorbed it, making it mine.
I just had to make this my show, my time to shine, my own THING.
And I did.
After the performance had ended, Pn. Bibi, En. Sabri and En. Zak all congratulated us, me in particular.
Heh.
Not to tune my own horn, but hey, if you're the star of the show then you're the star of the show.
However, I want to thank everyone, from those who helped to those who didn't even know anything about the performance.
THANK YOU.
All of this wouldn't have been a success if it weren't for EVERY SINGLE ONE of you, I doubt I would've been out there this morning.
Well, here are some pictures I took this morning.
I'll try to get more and better pictures from everyone else.
These are from my phone:
Before the show began.
Kor-Nesh and Mikel.
Gaston with a very happy face.
Da Lil' Man with John Rambo in the background.
Both Mak Jah's practicing their part.
I wonder how my picture turned out?
Pre-show jitters were a no show. That's Mikel sitting down, Yana in front of the mirror and Ezza standing up.
John Rambo. He actually didn't want to show his face, but I got the better of him.
He was told to cut and paste things for En. Sabri. He didn't do the greatest job but he had other commitments.
That's Suicide Monkey, in his outfit.After the show.
The cast, well most of them, minus me, Gaston and Ezza.
This is a candid picture actually.
Tired faces were all around, but the Semangat of Merdeka was still there.
She was still singing "Saya Anak Malaysia".
This time humming.
The last picture I took for the day at school. These are the girls behind and in front of the scenes.Heh.
Well, after all that exhausting acting, miming, singing, running and shouting, I finally went back home.
But, there was another pleasant surprise waiting for me at home.
NOBODY brought their keys.
We (me, my brother and my brother) were locked out for about 10 minutes.
Heh.
It was kind of, rare, that I get locked out.
I didn't bring my keys because I changed bags today.
And it's always me who they expect to have the keys.
I took some pictures to past the time:
If you're key-less, lie on the floor like a baby in a cradle.
He got "glittered".
Dad's bike. I think I'll get it eventually.
Random picture of socks. Not mine, by the way.Well, after an exhausting day of fun-filled antics, I finally realised that I'm actually exhausted.
Heh.
I didn't go out today to play ball like I use to.
Too tired to do so.
Instead, I won the FA Cup final, won the ECC final, won the Premiership and bought Kaka, Carlos Eduardo and Adler.
Heh.
Nothing much to brag about but what the heck.
These palms are sweaty because they've been worked to the bone by your relentless fiddling with the strings of life and the boundaries of time and space.
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