Woo2

    Everything was pretty much a blur to me. Time ran quickly, and as time flew past, the pressure and stress started to mount. I wonder how jaryl felt, we had just finished the powerpoint in the morning. 

   The skit started. The skit was divided into three small skits, each skit having three scenes. the first skit went well, how do I know? The thunderous applause that froze the right side of my cheek. The second, I messed up my lines here and there but my fellow actors held me on, even improvising as we went along. It went very well as well. The crowd laughed at what was meant to be laughed even! Phew. 

  On the third skit. What can I say? It went well! However, on the final scene, what happened was as the actors went on, they started to giggle! And I noticed Aunty Rina's eyes sway from the buisness end of the stage to the not so buisness end of the stage. Ergh. However, as me and Josh got into our lines. We won the crowds attention back again. 

  The skit ended well with a good amount of applause. Yes I was happy. After that skit, I felt hungry. 

   

Woo

   Wow, my last awards night. I didn't feel at all saddened by the event however, I just felt a certain sense of relief and happiness that all has been finished. As the night drew to a close, I sunk in the back seat of dad's car and thanked God for everything that had happened. I finally finished my work, the skit was done, and somehow or other, the entire award night didn't collapse on itslelf Emcee's first, due to my inability to handle the bodyguard-esque walkie talkie. From where I was sitting, or panicking for that matter, everything went very well. 

   The night started off in a blur of suits and tie's thrown in with some guys who thought it would be cooler for them to strut in with their shorts and T-shirts. The ladies were running about checking their hair and this and that. Mostly crowding around the receptacles of feminine beauty, shermayne and del. I was trying to retain my veneer of coolness and imperturbability by slouching around in a shirt and shorts. When questioned about the skit, my first reply would be... "no worries" when in truth my brain would be...OHMYGOSHYOUWANNAASKMEABOUTTHEBUTTOCKSKITIRIPYOUREYEBALLSOUT

OFYOURHEADTHENYOUASKMEABOUTTHERETARDEDCARLA!!

"No worries." Haha, that was a good one. 

  Finally, when it when the appointed time showed up to be announced, I made a quick slip behind and suited up in my big boy suit. Stepped out dapper and debonair with lady in arm as well. Forget the slouch, forget the usual false drawl trying to mask nervousness, I was Wong, Joseph Wong. Perfect english, perfect posture and perfect manners. Gosh, I was nervous. 

  Then, the time rolled about the for the awards night to begin. 

Part 2 tomorrow! 

Woah.

Heh heh heh. 

 Banana Blini with regal salmon and maple syrup