No more CinderElla Revamped...
No more sleepless nights...
No more worrying about not enough stage hands...
No more stress...
No more tears...
No more screaming...
No more... No more...
It has all ended.

Where do i even begin to describe this journey. I wasn't there from the start even though I should have been but due to stupid a's.... I couldn't. I went in with a sole purpose of helping Saras, helping a friend put together her dream. Went in doing nothing but giving certain tips on acting for weeks.
To finally asking her where and how I can help her. Which lead me to my long road of being Sets director and eventually Stage manager.
Days that I've took off to complete props, Nights of sleep everyone else lost helping me do props. All the backaches, heart aches and paint stains.
Slowly and unwittingly I had started to take on this job not just to help a friend, but also because I love this musical. I love this musical and the people that comes along with it. People from all walks of life so many talented young people coming together to put this show together. A show By YOUTHS FOR YOUTHS. All the drama, all the tears, all the stress didn't matter anymore as I saw people who are working harder than I am without complaining. I took strength from them, fed off their energy. And i grew along with everyone in this musical.
The friendships that I had formed in this musical regardless new or old is something I hope will never lose. In an odd way i began seeing the people in the musical as family. We see each other more than we see our family.
We share food like nobody's business and I swear I'm broke from feeding the people.
We behave in the most unglam manner around each other and not care.
Held each other up through pain, stress, tears and sickness.
Tried to be strong for one another.
You guys are part of the people that I will always hold close to my heart. What happened and bonded all of us together was something really special.

Being stage manager wasn't tiring physically, I had the most awesome backstage crew ever. So i didn't have to lift anything.
But being stage manager was bloody mentally tiring.

Not just the stress, but from watching everyone around you break and you having to put on a smiling face so that it's ok for others. Trying to keep yourself together. To stop yourself in the middle of a breakdown so you can do your job.
To go from one sick person to one sick person to one injured person to one injured person, begging them to take care of themselves but knowing that they will not listen.
Sick with worry. My heart utterly gave way when I saw 2 of my cast, sick , so terribly sick but insisting on going through the rehearsals and not resting because there was no time. And that I can't do anything except tell them "it's ok it's ok. You have to stay strong. it's going to be ok."
So helpless. So frustratingly powerless. So downright useless.

but you know what? everything was worth it. not all the shows came out the way we expected but we put up a hell of a good last show.

and... most importantly, To all CinderElla Revamped cast and crew, Thank you. Thank you for everything you have ever helped me in wittingly and unwittingly. I sincerely thank you.
Thank you for teaching me about life.

took a change and plunged.
came out hurt and bruised
but knows that she'll get better in time...


i'm not sorry i asked... i'm only sorry i waited so long....

how ironic that she persuaded her parents successfully to allow her to stay out. but she's out alone. LOL. perhaps she should have called before leaving the house. this is one thing she will have to take note of the next time. plus, she feels awkward to put someone else out so she thinks she shall politely decline the offer to sleep over at someone's place.


lol in the end it all boils down to pride and stupidity.
how ironic...