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Written on: Sunday, July 01, 2007
Time: 10:28 PM In this post: An almost detailed account of saturday morning CONFESSION TIME Another account of saturday, but the second part of it. afternoon. er, almost detailed Today AN ALMOST DETAILED ACCOUNT OF SATURDAY MORNING yesterday was an idunnowhatthehell kind of day. you know, that kind of day. the one where you know, that, and this, and they know, and we know. it started at five thirty am (after sleeping at two thirty am, for a VERY VALID reason. prayer session. HAH what you gonna say about dat ah. you don go tinking i is a bloody fool) that was cos ncc had an amazing race and i was in charge of one of the stations. well duh, cos there's nothing else i can do there. anyway, it was supposed to start at seven, but everyone came after seven thirty. maybe even eight. and besides being pissed at that, i was sleepy AND sick. sAs. hey, cool. in the end bla bla bla and i was right smack at my station at queensway swimming complex. thing is, that was one of the second stations of the race.yeah, two 2nd stations. cos the fellas have got a choice to go to mine or queensway. but because mine was at a swimmig complex, they probably thought that they had to swim or do some other stupid thing that probably involved water. they WERE told to bring trunks, but who would? and because i thought about this during my 500m +++ (its supposed to be 500m from the mrt station, but i took a wrong turn. DAMN those street signs.) walk to the complex, i called up the amazing race ic and asked to change the activity. each group is supposed to get two suckas to go underwater, and hold their breath for two minutes, but when they need to catch their breath, they must go up together for 15 seconds max and go down together. now, who'd wanna pay to get into the pool, change out, do that shit, and then change out and go off? PLUS they have to pay to run around singapore like a bunch of dogs and not get anything in return at the end of it. not even a bone. that done, i found a seat facing the entrance, and sat reading. but i was starving, and since there was nowhere to get any food except the 7-eveleveneleven outlet at a shell petrol station behind me. and they didn't have anything solid there. so i had a frappucino and Big M (WHOA!) chocolate milk instead. nuff to keep me alive. and at around ten something my friend called to say that all the groups had left his station. the OTHER second station. so i kinda wasted my time, except that i read a lot of gulliver's travels, which is the lit book i am supposed to, but never did, read. its kinda Irritating, Jonathan Swift and his bloody Capital Letters of Doom. no, not doom. SHIT. CONFESSION TIME i think that amazing races are fun, but stupid. cos they aren't as amazing as they're supposed to be like on tv. queenstown has wide roads. queenstown also has very few pedestrian crossings. queenstown- nah that's about it. at least where i was. this post has been unnecessarily long seventy leventyleven is nice! grrrreat success. and you probably thought this was gonna be serious. its not! HAHAHAHAHAHAH! Another account of saturday, but the second part of it. afternoon. er, almost detailed fast forward, i went home to sleep cos, as i told alimi, my head felt like a beyblade. uh, dragoon with artificial spark blade. then i left home at 4 40 for rgs, cos we had to perform our award-winning, 2nd place nus sajak competition, best performance, super drama, SAJAK for their cultural night. to all you non mat language speaking fellas, a sajak is kinda like a poem. and this thing we did is kinda like a dramatization to 'creatively express this SAJAK'. SAJAK is a nice word. i reached rgs at around 5 40 i think, five hours forty minutes late. now, i'm getting hyped up to explain why i refused to put in any effort whatsoever to be there at that time. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO FROM TWELVE TO SEVEN THIRTY, which is when we ACTUALLY perform. i was told that we had to do dry runs. HOW MANY BLOODY DRY RUNS?! and to make us feel better, they said dinner was provided. thanks for feeding us, but that still doesn't make me any more willing to stay from 12. and when i arrived, we went straight for another run, which was prittttty mooch KRAP. i wasn't loud enough, but i was really coughing like some mad dog. and this cough's been getting worse. I HATE YOU, KOFF. now, what happens when you confine a bunch of mats in a room with a computer, projector, two five kg weights (i'm baffled as to how they got there) and cardboard stars wrapped in aluminium foil? the above subjects were observed doing the following: watching crap videos on youtube, listening to dikir barat recordings, watching dikir barat recordings, doing weights, putting stars on the projector, and fooling around. then FINALLY we performed, but some part of the lights screwed up so we did it IN LIGHT! and not the occasional darkness that was supposed to happen in the end we screwed around, spoke to these temasek poly dudes for help cos their dikir was awesome, and ours was kinda on a slippery lippery slope, this girl said i was annoying, we tried to scare SOMEONE, we screamed in our holding room, we called some guy an idiot, laughed, and went home. i reached home at midnight, and i was shacked. and really hungry. even though it was a LONG (longlonglonglonglongLOOOOOOONG) long day, it was fun thanks to my friends. seriously. i can't possibly fool around on my own, can i? i'll get into trouble or something. in alphabetical order: alimi arif hanif haris nabil sadikin rashidi zaki hahaha. that was kinda weird, wasn't it Today i woke up late, coughed a lot, did my weights, played some game on shockwave and this. and its 11 40 now. WHOA. human tetris, something we watched. haris' suggestion. WHOA! |
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