anyways, cut to the chase:
i want to buy this batik print bedsheet, but too bad it'll cost me a whopping 3-digit sum.
so instead, this one cost the same price, but it comes with the complete set. its so fashionably cool lar! like check it out man, im a grown man. chicks would love it the next time i get laid in my bed. my private galaxy. my planet. MySpace.
alien in a spaceship, it says: toot tooot too doo doo...
star!anyways, it was my sister's birthday last saturday, and i wasnt there. woohooo. anyways, i got her this:
as a present. its an exceptionally pricey japanese gourmet chocolate. cant find it anywhere, but there. tastes really nice before a drag or two. the intricacy of japanese people's tongue uttery confounds me. in a pinky-fingr sized bar, it consist of oreo bits, macademia, truffle, nougat(i think) and the crispy thingy u find in a Crunchy bar - all that, covered in milk chocolate. but the price of popping the minuscule bar in yer mouth is equivalent to eating a full pack of hawker chicken rice. its that expensive and worthy, so suck it.anyhoes, i almost forgot about reminding yall how much fun i had this weekend, i tell ya, it was so rad, i cant explain the rad-ness i had into its most simplified or summarised form. but im gonna tell it anyways. im on crack now. huhuh.
the resilience camp was so darn gay, but it was so darn fun. its like in the middle of fun and not fun, but not neutral, because if its neutral, its boring. kinda like in the groove. a mullatoe.
it started off with 3 am in the morning of good friday, i was like yapping with samantha on the phone. like always, so while yapping, i started to pack my shit.
they gave us an item checklist for the camp. i think having an item checklist is a must for every camp as it is for the convenience of lazy people like me. kudos for that.
then, i dumped all the required items to a heap by the table. and the next morning, in the midst of my sleepy daze, i found myself in a situation where i couldnt find a suitable bag with the right capacity to cram the stuff in. and this shit always happen when ure preparing for camp. and it was early in the morning at that time and i was pissed. and nobody likes it when im pissed. as i cant think straight, i took the mount expedition 18-litres backpack and kinda like force-feed everything in.
so thats it for the frequent peeps that asked me why i brought a massive-ass bag to a two-day camp.
anyways, assembled in jssc, i arrived punctually (yes, i deserve credits) at bradell mrt and i actually waited (another credit for that). im always fashionably late, so for that morning, i wasnt fashionable. then i saw many familiar faces in the hub. and more. we were then grouped into alphabets, A, B, C, D, E. my letter, A.
peeps:
me, ron, shan, torrance, wai yi (or something, i forgot, but that chic's name is pronounced like Y.E), desmond(prefered to be called Des. lol) , nas, J.J.
so sad sam wasnt in my team.
our group name: Asshole
then, we went amazing racing around town.
it sucked because we played that thing while lugging around our stuffus load. nonetheless, my group kicked ass. literal.the riddle part was awesome. lucky to have witty shan. or else, $200 of fake money goes up in smoke..
learnt from her that:
cats cant talk and roosters dont lay egg.
finished early, and we got like the largest start-up money.
the monetary system is so fun, my gambling instincts fired up. its like monopoly kinda currenncy.
a bus ride from tanahmerah interchange to camelot campsite.
we slept in bunks. then we had:
water-bomb captains ball,
ron wearing a frozen t-shirt,
blindfold regrouping,
scissors-paper-stone chair battle with shit like flour, tomato, green beans comprising into a vomit-like bacterial goo,
filth relay,
and other shits.
won alot for cash btw.
then there was one time when the exco organisers got pissed and went anal on everyone because we fucked the schedule up hard, and they were like having sissy fit. being a reprimand veteran, i could say that they suck really bad. if i were in their shoes, i would make like make everyone pee, if not, shit in their pants. they just cant cut it. but it wasnt all that necessary at that time.
then we played: the murder he wrote.
a sherlick holme-ish middle-of-the-night detective shit.
it was so darn predictable, i was so reluctant that i just want to play around. but torrance was the woman at that time, and her prediction of things made it so compelling. i was astounded by her theory and shit. so yea, prediction was right
slept, and male bunk was so gossipy and not to mention, up and alive, while the girls side had everyone snoozing their asses off. nesaar, ron, KY, han, me were talking shit. saufi was gay. it was scary.
next day, an 800m jog, morning PT.. baby simple stuffus compared to singapore poly's dragonboating team.
also, then i saw the ACJC dragon-boating team. damn it! im so goin there. if not my son is so gonna go there. the Oldham PE tanktop is so fierce. im getting one. im gonna earn to get one.
oh, and normally jumping jacks are 4-steps, theirs were 12-steps.
5 sets of 20 push-ups complete with shouting of numbers. ouch.
gangsta man. and i thought JC peoples possesses nerdy look.
then it was captains ball. woot, i bet alot. i raised stakes, and used the prize money and raised the stakes higher again. i was having fun. as in Yay-fun. it was me against mary. so there were like the exco organisers versus my combination of team. i picked a cream-of-the-crop selection to play for me. i hired them to play for me. which includes peeps like nesaar, desmond, that big ass malay guy, sammie, julynn, pei yi and timothy. dream team yo.
i won. dammit, should have hired yijun to play. i dont just want to win, i want to humiliate. but having mentally unstable timothy to play and score is humiliating enough. so, i got alot of monopoly money. and i was having so much fucking fun, to say the least.
then packed our shit and we were sent back to JSSC, debrief and blah blah blah.
bye bye, project sm:)e planning, and stuff. then it was back home and meeting the folks again at sim lim Grills (see previous post).
training for napha on wednesday. ill update more pics on my progress.
2.4 km this morning = 9.47 mins. miserable
pull-ups in 30 sec= 16. sad.
got more interesting details to include but ive typed for nearly an hour already, so for now, bya bya.
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