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Wednesday, December 06, 2006
midnight in manhattan  It's a miracle, a true blue spectacle that I didn't fall sick.This, despite staying up the entire night with the class after Midnight in Manhattan without sleep and my nose and eyes protesting with mucus and tears. But there was only one reason why I didnt decide to call it an early night and go home to recuperate. After all, it was the last night. The night of nights, as some might put it... In typical me-fashion it was already 6 oclock but nonetheless I found myself still at home, stuck in front of the mirror trying to figure out how the J's salon hairstylist waxed my hair just the day before. By that time it was pouring outside and my plans to take an MRT and save cost was completely wrecked considering MRT = getting suit and hair and sickness-prone body drenched by the rain. Anw my mom ended up calling a cab for me and so minutes later I found myself staring dumbly out at the world-in-shorts-and-slippers while drops of h20 rolled down the backseat window and formed liquid cobwebs. OH the temporal nature of them all. In that moment, as with many moments before, I resolved to make it an unforgettable night. To just give it my all and let go and, well, enjoy. I swallowed my saliva in anticipation and I swear I cldve cursed that numb feeling of a future sorethroat that surfaced within the throbbing walls of my larynx. Or do I mean trachea? Oh screw it. The throat lah. Anw long story cut short, (since I'm finding this eloquent style a tad trying), I arrived there abt 7 oclock, at which point my bladder was bursting and my cam memory card still full of images from one year ago- the US trip with the historians. I walked back into the place that I was in just one day ago at the SPH scholarship talk (and memories of all those Singapore lectures inevitably flooded back in my mind as well- again, the night of nights- to remember and never forget) saw lotsa pple alrdy there, all glammed up, getting a headstart in camwhoring and exchanging appreciative glances. Nobody noticed me ok. haha. No lah, at first. Or maybe I didnt notice anyone because I was looking for only one thing- the toilet, which I found. I walked past pple whom I thought I would eventually take a photo with later, but really didnt get the chance to in the end (which proves holding back does NOT pay). Anw after my camera took super long to erase all 600+ of US photos Part 1, I was officially in camwhore mode man. Started grabbing lotsa pple I could find and I guess the phototaking was smthing that lasted throughout the entire night. In a way I regret that it almost became a photofest rather than a grad dinner, but I know that if I didnt have those photos I would really slam my head into the wall. The girls, I tell you- unrecognizable- at least half of them. Haha. But in a pleasant way, of course, well, mostly :] But it's really amazing what prom does to pple. (Or rather what pple do to themselves for prom- ah!) It was really nice seeing everyone dressed in their best, or even quirkiest, even the guys although all of us almost looked the same (esp with the what, striped shirt craze and what have you). But for the most part, it was just nice seeing everyone- take away the clothes for all I care. Behind the colour of the clothes I smiled at the colour that came from the people. Their personalities shining through ever the same as when I first laid my eyes on them, be it in Nan Hua, RI, RJ- whenever, wherever. It was a warm fuzzy night- and from the way the programme started way late, and how Mr Vadi had a hard time getting everyone to settle down, you could tell we all knew that it was really the night of nights. Ok im getting very repetitive- but you know....  Anw the food was an 8 course chinese meal, which is always satisfying except that the waiters chose to ignore our table at the start and gave us drinks only when our mouths were cracking from oral drought. Golly. It was funny how as the evening went on there were only like 3 pple at the table at any one point of time, cuz everyone was busy accosting familiar faces across the ballroom. But it was an evening worth remembering for sure. I felt completely at home with the crowd, the endless blinding flashes, and of course the onstage entertainment wasnt bad at all. Mr Vadi did a good job being funny and lightening the mood of the night. It was nice seeing the usual pple sing for us, dance for us, perhaps for the last time in such a setting for such a crowd, and lucky draw was exciting although I didnt win (grumble). Revision: all on our table didnt win! What a biased night of nominations too. BUT with that said, it really captured the essence of JC life rather well. How cool was Mr Shah and Mr Siva's guest appearance anw! Woohooo! I felt crazy and almost certain I was in some concert when we went up to the front and did the groupie thingg. Wow, I dont know what else to say!Special thanks I guess to Liyana for her very shweet card that made me feel special- she does that a lot- aww man. Also to Jo for her spring toy she gave me- I still dunno why but thanks anw! Oh one sad thing was a lotta pple either 1) thought I was colour blind 2) thought I was trying to be funny and weird by wearing a yellow tie, but at the same time failing to realize it was a banana! haha. So anw it has to be said so that my reputation wont be like ruined or anything. On another note I regret not taking photos with a lotta pple- Ms Lui, Aysuria, Sooky, Manyan, Sherman, Liyi etc.- but for those whom I did manage to churn out a photo with (out of my 167- though i was expecting 200 at least!), thank you! And if youre reading this but I didnt see you last night sorry but there was just too many pple. I really tried! But we must meet up to immortalize our friendship on cam someday! And I guess sometimes words can only do so much. Here's to some of the many faces that have made my school life so complete. These pictures each have their own history, and I will certainly cherish them forever:  <<>. Yalps Oh what a cute couple. i pronounce thee man and wife! I like being a lamp-post, as you will see, haha. I shamelessly did the same thing with Alan/XX, Dani/Ryan, Hulin/Shuting etc. Whee  The one and only A01A- We Want Breakfast! >> In the photo we have trix, huanna, zhifeng, nav, cc, shums, jean, daryl, ramu, joy, snee, xtine, shirin, ms lui, angee, yeeler, hanyi, sam jo, glen & mr kwok! Highlights of the night include angee's self-designed dress (or so i heard) and of course glen's must see $1600 armani suit! phew!  << Moor Tarbet House Comm! Where's James?! Haha and ajit and glen and beli and jerry and ms chen! Well it was the best we could get after so many other confusing announcements that were "very important" according to the DJ music guy. and a long delay. But yay! Red Hot and champions in so many other ways. Dani = stunning and Dennet = juggler who can recite Pi. 3.14159265...  The one and only 3D 03/ 4D 04! >> Well the remnants of a disinherited race i suppose haha. Just so happened that all 6 of us happened to meet right smack in the middle of the crowd so it was like ok now or never lah. Thanks for all the memories from Arts @ TheAtrium to Ryan Cow to TPH etc. etc. Unforgettable class no doubt.  << Raffles Players ahh what can I say. Again incomplete but sigh. RP- Given me so much to even speak of.
This pic for the perverse fact that Shebarhnee looks like she aint wearin no clothes! Nude! Gasp!
One of my fav photos cuz Xtine looks like some actress from the Aviator movie and we look very happy in the photo haha. Anyway although most of the population scooted off to Club Momo, most of class eventually convened and did our own breakfast thing! As expected we spent close to an hour waiting for everyone and then deciding on where to go. But it was worth the wait I suppose. We scooted down to a place called Forbidden City which was really freaky cuz I looked up and found myself surrounded by terracotta warriors all of a sudden. Anw that wretched place didnt wanna give us a decent table-for-10 so we deserted it and left for Kandi Bar! There it was really avant garde (using this phrase a lot i know)- from the red plastic futuristic chairs to the blinking rainbow lights below the see-through squared floorings and the red hot chilli shaped bulbs that glittered above us like crimson roman candles to the cushioned walls made of olive green crocodile soft toys tiled together. And then there were the tables that were good for sleeping- totally cushion material, furry and with zebra skin patterns on them. Whoa! the ambience was fantastic except for the piece of shit (literally) we saw ensconced on the toilet bowl seat in the gents. I got me-self a Seabreeze! which is a dennis finch classic favourite for the Just Shoot Me fans. haha. Not bad at all. some others had lychee martinis and mai tais etc. anw the silly woman forgot snee's glen's and my orders so we had to wait longer. Second oral drought of the night. I will remember you, will you remember me? Grad Night Accounts:
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<<>Stef you might wanna know that when my mom saw ur picture- she said: "Wow this one looks like model" Okay your head is exploding now right? Anw this photo shall rep 1B for me. Haha thanks for being such great room neighbours. Really great crowd. Haha and I personally digged Keng Seng's white jacket, very good taste and smthing I wldve done if i had the chance to buy my own. Ajit, Weiqi did the same with the coats I believe. Nice! 
