hall living - part 2 (of 3)
Week 9: Block Production
This was the crazy week of filming for Block E production. I was the main lead (Gabriella) in High School Mus-EEKER 4. My role entails emo scenes, dancing scenes and slapping scenes.
I suck at the emo scenes. Seriously. Sometimes I burst into laughter even before the camera starts rolling. They have so many bloopers of me in the emo scenes. I just cannot keep a still face knowing that a camera is zooming in on me.
I am a hopeless dancer. My ankle was dying on me after an hour of practising spins and turns. My 20secs solo contemporary dance was probably the girliest thing I've ever done. And the couple dances would have been a failure if not for Andy (the male lead). Hahaha!
The slapping scene was traumatic! I had to slap him 7 times! 2 NGs and 5 takes, from different angles. I don't know who had it worst - me or him. Haha. It's alot harder than it looks!
Week 10: Worms in the Vacuum Cleaner
One Saturday, I got rid of two flying insects on the wall with the vacuum cleaner as usual. I thought it was the smartest move ever. Hey, look, I'm not afraid of bugs! I just have to confine them to the vacuum cleaner! Ta-da!
Then, just as I was returning the vacuum cleaner to the charger, I feel something crawling on my thigh. I looked down, and it was a BLOODY WORM! I looked into the vacuum cleaner (it's clear so you can see all your rubbish), and found 2 more worms crawling inside!
All my hair stood on its ends. I did the best thing I could - flick the wriggly thing onto the floor, vacuum it again, and chuck the vacuum cleaner out of my room. My MSN nick was this - "F*** THERE ARE BLOODY WORMS IN MY VACUUM CLEANER SOMEONE SAVE MY SOUL!"
And when Vernon (level 3 neighbour) saw it, he came to my rescue and offered to empty and clean the vacuum cleaner for me. I am so grateful for helpful and brave souls who are in hall on Saturday nights.
Week 11: Your Worst Nightmare
This is the worst thing that can happen to any girl living alone - ROACH in your room. I was horrified, petrified and terrified.
So I was folding my laundry one Tuesday night on my bed. When I pulled the towel towards me, the next thing I saw was that disgusting brown piece of shit staring at me ON MY BED! I let out a spine-chilling scream (my neighbour heard me from the toilet, which is at the other end of the corridor) and dashed out of my room, almost peeing my pants in fear. I was going to cry.
Thank God it was Tuesday night, and Glenn was staying over. Because 3 minutes later, my hero opened the door and thrust a wad of tissue with 6 brown legs sticking out towards me. "Squashed and dead, babe." I kissed him, changed my bedsheets, and dumped the towel back into the laundry basket.
The next day, I deposited Hippo in Andee's room, closed all the windows and turned my room into a gas chamber of Shieldtox. When I went back at night to vacuum and mop the floor, I found a DEAD BABY LIZARD behind the door. Rachel (my level neighbour) and I got rid of it with massive efforts and trembling hands.
I spray Shieldtox on the outside of my window panes every other night from then on.
Week 13: My Favourite Squatter
For the first time in the entire semester, I stayed in hall for 5 consecutive nights. Glenn and I were having some sort of study camp. We have competitions to stay up all night and to wake up bright and early. Surprise surprise, I'm almost always the first to wake up in the mornings! (But I sneak back to hall to snooze after class instead of joining him in the library. Hahaha.)
Laundry is a BITCH when he trains so often and the fact that boys are really smelly doesn't help at all. When he first took out his dirty clothes to dump in my laundry basket, I swear I almost fainted. But I think airing them outside the windows keep the bugs away, because on nights when I make him do this, there aren't even moths in my room.
I also hit the Sheares Gym for the first time because Glenn had the crazy idea of training at 10.45pm one night. I ran on the threadmill for 10 exhausting minutes while he did serious bench presses and pull-up and more boy things. Other than the nice air-con, I think gym is really boring.
Reading Week: It Never Rains, But It Pours.
So, one night when we decided to go out for a run at 10.30pm, I decided to leave the windows open because it has been a perfectly clear day. There were no dark clouds, no lightning, no thunder and no strong wind.
10 (him) and 4 (me) sprints up the hill later, we headed to the gym. Then, there was a loud sound - noise of gushing water. I happily assumed that some crazy dear soul was washing the floor outside. Because that's exactly what it sounded like! Strong jets of water hitting the floor.
Then, someone opened the gym door, and I saw the truth - the wind was howling and the rain was coming down in buckets! And, the wind direction coincides with that of my window. By the time we reached my room, one-third was the floor was flooded. Hippo was swimming in her cage. Okay, I exaggerate. She was scurrying around frantically the rain was coming down on her roof in drizzles.
Glenn mopped up the water for me while I whined and complained and expressed my general disbelief. Then I used the wet & dry vacuum cleaner to get rid of the remaining water, before mopping the whole room and cleaning the table surfaces. I love my mother for getting me the vacuum cleaner. It has been my best friend in hall.
Lesson to learn: You always have to clean your room periodically, whether you like it or not. Otherwise, someone up there will give you a sign or two. Like flooding your room on an otherwise perfectly clear night.
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I do think I have had a full hall experience. I suppose I missed nothing at all, huh? Haha.
Post-Script: And this is a continuation of
Part 1.
Coffee, books and a camera. 
This is how we're gonna spend all of summer.
Chica-boom-boom! 
Nasi Lemak Mini: Because Everything is Mini Now.
Holland V in a cartoon of colours.
And the yellow alley against a gloomy sky.
And she's found her favourite spot already.