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Wednesday, August 16, 2006
the water treatment.
So, on Monday night, I made a trip down to Aloha Changi Resorts to help Boon out with the haunted house and fright night thing organized for the freshmen on the first night of every orientation camp run. Apart from being terribly far and out of the way, the place was actually pretty clean and looked okay to live in.
I have to say that I don't make a very good ghost apart from the fact that I can emit the most ear-splitting shrieks. After slapping on all that white face paint and crazy "scary" makeup, I could still give everybody doe-eyes and pull it off! Like Crystal says, doe eyes are doe eyes. Michelle was on the verge of giving up on me because no matter how much we smudged my eyeliner and red crayon, they couldn't get me to really look like I was shedding tears of ink and blood. I was still doe-eyed. If that was not bad enough, everybody accused me of having "happy hair" - hair that bounces and, well, looks happy all the time. Miche, Phoebe and Caressa all managed to get their hair to be flat and long and drapey and ghostly but when I tried to get my hair on my face, I either looked: i) shaggy, ii) like a sheepdog (ahem, Miche), or iii) happy.
It was okay at the end, though. They found me a wig. Aaron's viking wig, to be exact. All it did was make me look like a witch - the wig was bigger than my face, I think! Everybody kept cracking up whenever I donned the wig on, and Boon wouldn't stop telling everybody about how I was trying to style my wig and give it a side parting. Anyhow, I suppose being really fair, having long hair, and walking around clad in a long red dressing gown is enough to give most people creeps. Especially during the seventh month. So...
Dressing up aside, the night was pretty uneventful except that Miche was really quite sick throughout (still the best ghost we had that night, though!) and, um, I threw the biggest bitchfit of my life.
Basically, the gist of the story is this freshie girl was apparently so terrified she threw water on me. Twice. The first time it happened, I could already feel my temper rising at an exponential rate, but I was frantically telling myself to cool down, relax and stay in role. Three seconds later, a second splash of water hit me in the face again, and I just totally lost it. And blew up. And shocked the hell out of everybody present. Think slamming doors, throwing of things, a lot of yelling and tearing down of all the garbage bags and drapes that were in my way. I haven't been this angry for a really long while, I surprised myself in the process.
The thing is, while I was all prepared to get screamed at, poked, and whatnot as a ghost, I was honestly not prepared for the water treatment. Never in my life, and I repeat, never, have I been thrown water at, and I honestly think it's a really, really insulting thing to do to someone. The worst part was, she knew I was a person, like, hello? We may be dressed up but in a haunted house done up, you know the "ghosts" and "creatures" inside are all humans, duh?
Anyway, I think many people (especially that poor girl who was made to apologize to me) won't be forgetting me in a hurry. The sad part is I think I scared people more successfully being an angry me than being a ghost. Hm. I felt really apologetic towards Steve, Boon and the other committee memers after that though, because I sort of ruined the haunted house atmosphere. I over-reacted, and I knew it - but by then it was too late, and it couldn't really be helped anyway. Good thing it only happened towards the end of the night.
Moral of the story? H2O + Dalena = massive chemical reaction. And this is something you don't get by stirring or just mixing, the first element has to be thrown at the second. Directly in the face.