devastatingly human

i had the strangest dream yesterday.
i dreamt i had my hair and makeup done at a salon in orchard and some muffled beanie stranger bundled all of us into a van and drove us all to gotham penthouse because we were all contestants in some contrived Nus Sports Pageant.

the ending was rather a relief i must say because in the dream i dreamt that i had gotten into the finals but in reality this was far from it. am i telling an untruth you ask, for not sounding the least bit disappointed, again i reiterate; it was a relief because i hated the draggy rehearsals that consumed you two three times a week. it was a relief because it flimflammed me into giving more and more time, like missing out on my favourite lecture. It justified its position with a silly flimsy material; on the premise that i'd signed a contract. a stupid paper that pontificated my schedule entirely to me.

the truth? of course it sucks not being validated by the judges (one questionably male) but i really can't be bothered. it was good fun though. and hongy assured me that it IS indeed a blessing in disguise, that's more than enough for me; her being there. and considering i was the black cloud all the time at rehearsals and organisers were worried i might pull out prematurely; so YAY!.. so there.

but i felt it errant that the people who went to support me hovered at the poles of extremity. they were either really close friends or friends whose vitreous relationship with me i find aerial. and i felt the muted overtones of guilt when they left one by one wishing me well after the pageant. how could it be they came all this way just for me?

i shan't perpend and cerebrate, and weigh and agonise over such trivialty. or are they? what a happy burden then.
anyhow i went back to my hostel and nearly died of shock when a big banner accosted me as i stepped in. thank you if anyone of you is reading this. i feel too celebrated it is almost too sinful, too too wanton. :)

i'm F9 by the way. unfortunate shortcut button on the keyboard. and it is imperative that you understand that the makeup and hair was horrible. just "out of this world". everyone of us had the same makeup and hairdo which, in my opinion, defeats the whole point of a beauty pageant. isn't makeup supposed to enhance your looks not destroy it? what can i say.. we complained to the salon and got scolded in return for doubting their professionalism. like HUH

and now for photos, as i imagine you've been probably expecting heh.