a singing competition judge (and additional musings).
Reach venue. Look for someone to tell me what to do next. Ah! Hair and makeup!
Hair...hot iron...curls...backcomb, teased and sprayed on like how you would spray insecticide to a cockroach. Empathize with cockroach.
Make up. Must remind her not to keep it simple. Luckily i brought my falsies. Big eyes big eyes!
Change clothes. Change to ridiculously high heels. Walk around and be a super kaypoh. Catch up, ask questions, take photos, gossip, eat catered buffet, touch up for ppl, touch up for self.
Time to go in. Watched opening dance at the sides. Run to other side. Get introduced. Take seat.
To cut story short...
Whole bunch of singing and dancing. Pause for 1st round of consolidation of results. 2nd round of singing. Pause for final consolidation of results. Come to consensus on special prizes winners.
Results out. Go up stage to get token of appreciation. Get down. Get up on stage to give away 18 consolation prizes. Get down. Get up on stage for final thanks and photo. Get down.
End of event. Grab stuff and go off. Back and right leg acts up.
Saw cockroach at the void deck. All empathy lost.
Reach home. Greet dog. Remove make up. Bathe and change. Wait for hair to dry. Lie in bed with damp hair. Twitter, fb and blog using phone. Coughs. Backache returns cos of wrong lying posture. Ouch.
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