okee... investiture...

so early morning go there... rehearsal... yay yippee yahooo weee...

" jing tian you wo officially take over"

dammit... tt spells trouble... wadya expect from toh... he came in... and said tt... so we start... so i started from "a very gd afternoon to our goh" then the saras straight away came... how come u never ask sch to stand up and welcome him??? oh i was asked to start from here... oh ok... its ok as long as its not ur fault... first bitching...

then continue... watch i movie... then curtains close... then sec 4 go up stage... tmd... the sec 4s screw up... tt blardy toh... LEONG AR... LEONG AR... wei shen mo ze yang... ta men ying gai zuo shen mo??? wei she mo guang zong zai deng??? wei she mo wo ting bu dao ni de sheng ying??? tmd... sec 4 student leaders screw up scold me... fine ren...

then redo... redo redo redo and redo redo redo redo redo... whole procedure... he whole day LEONG AR LEONG AR LEONG AR LEONG AR... never say jion chun or marvin or wayne or jonathan... ONLY ME... so fucking bias lar... dun scold his student leaders but scold me... then whole day ask me procedures and all... fucking hell... im only an emcee... not the organiser...

then the singing part... saras came up... wnated to take mic... snatch from me... then u noe i got sweaty palms one... which pple say not good for... then she snatch and turn to the sec3s and wanted to open mic and scold... then she finally held it properly... felt tt its wet... turn back and stare at me... oh im sorry i got sweaty palms... then she held the mic by the mic ball... IF U DUN MOVE OR IF U DUN SING DURING UR PERFORMANCE... I WILL PERSONALLY GO UP AND SLAP YOU... then u noe she tok got the funny peking kao ya accent... then she say the slap u.,.. all the SLs were like... i want to laff... but cannot... firstly u say until so funny... then ur face also look like shit... so muz laff but cannot... haiz... xing ku...

then b4 show start... ALGENE u fucking bastard... open door and show me good sign... then i ask audience to stand... then u wave the no no no no wave to me and hide behind the door... fuck u lar... saras u too... hide until the darkest corners of the back stage... leave me in the lurch... fuck u both... lucky i came up wif a lame excuse...

then while waiting for the goh to come in... the photographers take pic of me... the fucking DAVID CHEN... oi why take picture of them... take picture of me lar... then i was like... its so obvious i more sexy handsome and photogenic than u tts why they take me lar... why cant u juz get tt into ur think old rotting head and fuck off... i was like abt to throw the mic at him lar... so bhb one...

then the cmc... so asshole... oh 2 pple not here.,... juz read their names... juz read??/ after i read sch so urgh one... so i was like... lets give them a round of applause anyway... its like a game show and they lost... oh they done well to come here... but not enufff to proceed... lets gif them applause anyway...

then got 2 sections... the blardy jon lau... never include in the fucking script u gave me... make me go up there and tok crap.... really cant stand myself lor... so crap lar... the link between the scenes were very suitable... and im so fascinated by that... wah lao... total embarrassment lar... then still got wad... danny tan win most humourous... then later he come tell me... U GOT MY AWARD WRONG.... i won most jovial... so lame lar...

best is invite the father... may we now invite... suddenly curtains from behind close... something hit me in the back... so i was like FUCK... so the whole thing sounded... MAY WE NOW INVITE FUCK... then i pretend turn around... then turn back... may we now invite FUCKter blah blah blah...

of cos tt didnt happen lar... but the saras... omg the goh is sooooooooooo old... u better stand behind him... in case he faint and dun ever wake up... oh i heard the fathers prayer is gonna take 5 mins... im gonna slp... wake me up when hes done... then i was like... huhhhhhhhhh 5 mins.... then her face suddenly become so distorted... look like a pig having constipation... yeah lar the stupid fatehr.... wads therer to pray abt..., ok./..

at the end... bobby came... oi tell the blardy fff fff fff fff farts go get off the stage and stop making so much noise...ok... so i tell... then he snatch my mic... then i was like...oi i haf one more thing to say... so i called him... mr yong.... no reply... mr yong... louder... still no reply... he tao me... BOBBY... then he finally turn around... wad does this say abt himj.... i really dun noe...

then tts the end of investiture... yay... finally no more toh going LEONG AR... its like... tts my name lar... darryl leong ar kah ming... its like... in cantonese... darryl 2 ducks house name... wah lame... hate toh forever...