eight hundred and sixty one.
i'm a good good girl. not a bad bad girl. (:
guzheng room is full of duuuuuuuust!
almost got choked to death by those filthy particles. O.O (exaggerated)
was told by ms Ang to go back to Guzheng room to check on the painters whether they have destroyed our laogongs nots.
hm. scared the hell outta me.
all some of our Guzhengs were left
vertically upwards with no support whatsoever ! (when it's supposed to be place horizontally against wall )
our xiao lao gong was placed uwop episdn
vertically too. :x
and all our "legs" were mixed up. "@#$@#^%"
everyone backstage crews knows how frustrated we can get when it got all mixed up :pspent 45 mins trying to get everything in place while inhaling all the dusty particles produced by the 2286314813 year old "coffins" and the toxic smell of paaaaaaaint.
i was alone lo.
with two uncles painting the walls and hokkien-ing in their convo.
one of them paused and came to ask me if i need help.
cause..
"aiyoo. 你那么小
只可以吗? 为什么没有叫你的手下来? "
:p!