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Monday, August 11, 2008
in which addie remembers the past

remembers the past.

what past?

i was making myself a cup of hot chocolate, while waiting for the water to boil, i ate some of the chocolate powder and it reminds of me when i was young.

all the performance and stuff, we used to hide in the backstage or it is called "our rooms" to wait for the night to fall and hit the stage. the thing is, we had to be there bright and early to do stage blocking and stuff. i was the youngest in that group so i tend to get all the attention. i remembered this girl, she was older than me by 7 years, yes we still kept in touch. she was the one who brought me to eat the powder. the packet before you pour the hot water to make the hot drink. well, at that time, waiting for hot water is equal waiting forever. so to take things easy and have a simple snack, we will pour the powder into our mouth and drink bottled water. but when i did that at home, my mum kinda forbid me to do so..... haha those days.

anyway there was this once, i brought mr. ducky with me to the performance. we were playing hide and seek and i was carried away that i left mr. ducky behind and when the game was over, i when looking for him. i cant find him. in the end, i stood at the corner and started crying and everyone came to comfort me and helped me look for mr. ducky. this guy, he came up to me and told me it was in the cupboard. i never stop crying even when i saw my ducky. it was when she passed me the milo powder and sweet talk me to stop crying. haha anyway the make-up artist had a hard time to remove my make-up and put it back on again. haha

those day. but after a few performances, she left the group to go oversea to study. and soon after i left the group, only to focus on snd! hahaha yeah~ love snd ! hhaha i was the only one from that group who is still in snd. haha amazing huh. haha joined together but they quit snd i quit that other group. hmm...

anyway, now i hate Y2. ahr! ass. i bet she is like still upstairs when she stood us up. hello, we did text saying that we were on the way. its not like we were not going! i want to change teacher! change to dancing pole, even if we are late, he will be later. hahha

PS: squirrel needs to use the loo.

so when you gloat that you work backstage before in A play, i acted like a ZILLIONS times. and when i never say anything about your "fame", you go on talking about it, trying to belittle me. well, i just want you to think that you are soooooo GGGRREEAATT at that time. those marks left on the wall, i can tell you all their stories. and now i make myself sound so old.

♥ ...I'm glad you're the one I spent it with.

3:53:00 PM