Labuan Day 4:

Uh-huh. It’s the FINALS today.

So we got woken up at about 4 in the morning by Puan Goh walking around Zimmer 306. Don’t ask me how she got in. Coz everyone who lives in the room is still asleep.

Let’s cut this short. So we had everybody made up and whisked ourselves to the convention again for breakfast. Ugh. It’s so disgusting I can’t even look at it without wanting to throw up. So I dragged Steph up to the tech room. Just in time to watch Abang Muzik play Tarzan while he was opening those huge windows. The better to watch the drama with.

Right around 8 AM, show’s on. Becky pestered the technician backstage for the walkie-talkie to tell me she loves me (Love you too, Becky!). And then my sister added an “I hate you.” Smooth, Iz.

Show’s over. Argh! What the heck happened to Jo’s face? Oh. Blood. Red Pelaka. Fun.

Then it’s off to the Labuan Airport.

Here’s another example of the incompetence of JPN. Pahang’s. Evidently, their flight was the same as ours. BUT…some smart ass fella informed them it was the next day. So…they had to pack and get to the airport in…30 minutes?

Oh, they made it eventually. So we were like, “Hey, why don’t we sit together in the plane?” We did end up in a clump. More like clumps. Acting like rock stars and blocking the aisle until the air stewardesses’ couldn’t get past, finishing whatever food they ever had in the plane…whoa. I bet the air stewardesses’ are pretty pissed off by us. We were like…LOUD. Okay. Eunice and I were singing to everything. From Avenged Sevenfold to Linkin Park to Panic At The Disco to…Phantom of the Opera.


That's (from right) Becky, Venetia and Izzie. And I'm at the aisle seat at the opposite side, oblivious to the cam-whoring. And those Pahang boys almost finished off our Chipsmore.

Then we met Datuk Tony Fernandez in LCCT! Cool, huh? We made this unsuspecting guy our photographer. Such a sweetie.

I think it’s safe to say we literally passed out in the plane from KL to Penang. And then in the bus too.

Did I mention I cried a couple of times before we left Labuan? Oh. I didn’t.

It’s all JPN’s fault. No. It’s the one who booked the tickets’ fault. Jackass. You killed my buzz.

Labuan Day 3 Part 2: 100% Reason To Remember The Name

Prologue: View from our balcony late in the evening. Where are the guys when you need them? Just kidding. I don't mean to sound like a...promiscuous girl. Unlike some people I could mention. Now I sound like a b****.


End of show. Now we hit the...er...mall!

Involving a very embarassing, heart-stopping and spontaneous dare which I think I will really like to repeat involving Reen's mobile phone and a guy from the Kedah team. Frankly, I thought he looked a bit like Lin Dan while he was on stage. Ooh. Do you know how hot Lin Dan is?

Okay. Back to the topic. Then we met up with those KL guys from...VI. Is it? Ah, yes. Sorry, I was a little hung at that time. Hello, I only slept 4 or 5 hours, okay?

I don't exactly remember anything. Only blurry images of a bowling alley. I don't play when I'm seeing two of everything.

Oh, and I remember taking someone's can of Nescafe. Oh, me God. I'm sorry, I don't know who you are but thanks. Although it didn't exactly wake me up. Did I finish it? Where did I put it?! Shit, I don't remember! I'm so sorry, I swear.

Ah. And I remember someone got a little freaked out by the fact that I listen to Avenged Sevenfold. Who was it? Oh, man.

Look. I can't even bring myself to stand up. I'm such a lazy sloth. Oh. That's a lot of people. I am so hung.

Anyway, we bailed after about 2 hours in the frickin' bowling alley where I ran and injured my thigh hamstring again. Geesh.

And who held me back in the lift? I'm gonna kill you for depriving me of my couch. Yeah, I prefer the couch to the bed. Much, much more comfortable.


Er...dude (whoever you are, ok?). I didn't mean to kill you. Sorry. It's just my hyper self acting up again.

Yeah, I'm hyper. Extra sugar makes me extra hyper. In fact, my classmates a.k.a. my cronies a.k.a. my anak-anak buah have banned me from taking sweets coz then I start to become the most Hitler-ish class monitor ever. I jump around too. And laugh for no reason.

Labuan Day 3 Part 1: Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture

OMG OMG OMG OMG!
Competition day!

Oh. We’re Group A and in the afternoon. Okay. Chillax. We still have time.


The thing starts at 8 so here’s a sneak peek at the place. Some convention hall thing at the Financial Park.


We watched Group B perform first. We only manage to watch the first 5 though. The we kinda bailed back to Zimmer 306 (which had kinda become our meeting room or something along those lines) to…prepare.

Boy, did we take long to make-up and all. I mean, the actors.

Noon struck. It’s SHOW TIME! Frankly, I was shaking like a point 10 earthquake had just happened. Steph? Plain cool, man. Only to get another panic attack when nobody came out with the props when the clock started ticking.


According to those backstage, it’s some mean ol’ lady fault. Just because she didn’t hear the announcement, everybody didn’t. Ass.

In the end, we got into the top 6. I don’t know if it’s good or not. Coz we have to rush to the frickin’ airport as soon as we are done performing. It’s all JPN’s jerk-assed fault. Yeah. I publicly hate you so, SUE ME! Cowards.

Oh. I forgot. How the hell could I forget??!! We took a picture with the Pahang team. Really, really awesome African stuff. Ooh.

Labuan Day 2: Round and Round the Island We Go

Practice day!

Do you know that 6 AM in Labuan is like...7 AM in Penang? So bright and shiny.

OK. Back to practice. I have to complain about the frickin' oversized shirt JPN gave us. So f-ugly. That is an understatement. So we wore that darn shirt to practice.

So, practice for Steph and me (music and lights co-ordinator respectively) means walking up...3 flights of spiral steps up to the 4th floor and getting into the technical room. The technicians are much, much nicer than the one in P. Ramlee. Everyone here is nice. Oh. Except for Madam M. According to the actors. They hate her.

Anyway. We call them Abang Muzik, Abang Lampu and all of the other technicians Abang Technician.

So after practice, we were all hanging around at Zimmer 306 with absolutely nothing to do. So we decided to go round the island!

We took this extremely mini bus with no air-con. The bus driver is real nice. We absolutely adore him. First, we went to...this place with fishes. I can't remember what it's called. There was a beach there, and it's so darn pathetic but real nice.

Then it's the World War II Memorial. Damn I love that place. So peaceful and quiet. We found this small laminated piece of card placed by Jack McMartin lying on the ground. Since we couldn't find his tombstone, we placed it at one of those plaques with his name. At least right?

Up next, a chimney museum. I don't know. There is a huge chimney and a fake coal mine with scary dummies. I touched the chimney!

Then we stopped by this really deserted hawker place where everyone bought a coconut each. Or to share. Nice. Oh, I forgot. The so-called 'Sudut Cabaran'. So challenging, there is a piece of rotten wood in the middle of the frickin' bridge.

Then we stopped at Surrender Point and pledged for peace in front of a huge rock and a blank wall.

Last stop. Chinese temple. Very nice one too. With an underworld sub-temple.

And we went back...and crashed onto the couch.

Did I mention we hit the mall first? It's like...KOMTAR. Very deserted.

Labuan Day 1: Onward, FORE!

First, we were District champ.

And then there was state.
That's my sister, Iz. The corrupt and useless, lame-o policeman. But I love her.

And now, it's the National Drama Competition 2008, babeh! So off we go to Labuan. An exotic island. Ooh.

Basically, Day 1 is all about getting on planes, getting off planes, hanging around the airports and messing around with the air stewardesses’ patience. We took AirAsia.

After all, we are supposed to be drama queens. I think we actually finished off the food in the plane from KL to Labuan. The roti jala is goooooood.

We reached Labuan at about 9 PM tops. Oh, did I say anything about our accommodation? Frickin’ awesome. I love Beta Apartment! Oh, and it's attached to a shopping mall. We'll attack that later. I think I got a little too excited.

This is the dining room. Where we dump our props.

The double single-bedroom. Belonging to Pa (Joanne) and Ah Long 2 (Liz).

My room. Okay, Paris (Reen), Peter (Mei Yen) and...the lamp post. No. Atmosphere creator. It looks nice coz we haven't messed it up yet.


The bathroom. Which has got no water heater. Only in our darn unit. Damn. Oh, well. Shit happens. At least I am guaranteed to be wide awake when I step out of the shower. Yeah, shower. I have NO IDEA how to work the Jacuzzi. Besides, there is a huge window overlooking the tub. Don’t ask me why it’s there.


We should be sleeping but we played mahjong! Damn, I love mahjong. Without the money, of course.


God knows a bunch of betting enforcers (or something along those lines) might be outside our door waiting to catch us betting or something.

One last cam-whoring moment before I tuck my self in to sleep. That's me on the right and Mei Yen on the left.

Great. Now I can't sleep.