Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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Last week was 4a chalet. Wasnt that bad actually. Pretty fun.It was great to know people still cared enough to put it all together. Really. To be honest, I was kindof prepared not to have one, judging from the apparent lack of outbursts of emotions or tinges of misery on the last day of school, which btw, was rly disappointing when you gotta sleep beside ck during sc camp and see him being smitten over class gifts and merchandise. *bouts of envy, glaring at gifts*
Anw, back to chalet, we had bbq where my bbqed-to-0.1s-precision chicken chop debuted. How did I do it? By checking if it FELT delicious, by subjecting it to the relentless stabbing of my almighty, awe-inspiring satay stick. It was goooooooodddd... "pbb the best chop in the world" I know I'm modest.
After that, we watched paranormal activity, which was this everyone-thinks-it's-horrifying-though-I-found-it-turning-off-but-nevertheless-a-potent-depressant-cum-sleeping-pill. It was impt alr? Cuz I had el sessions the next day. I rly dun understand why they had to use a personal camera's pov to film the entire film.. cuz it's rather chaotic and looks amateurishly cost effective. Or maybe I was too tired after el sessions, which btw were omg-ly hilarious.
After tht, we went biking, had a little drama and suffered some ooooouch in the all-time taboo region after hours of bumping and forced suppression onto the bike seat. At least I did.
Scrambled for a spot on the land-scarce beds where we set up our squatters and caught some snooze in all sorts of curled-up-limb-numbing positions we could contour our dear bodies into. Hilarious, but who cares? So tired alr.
"Ra-la-lay!" It's 6am, as we scrambled to the DE main toilets to shower, during which I decided to blend in and prance around to check out my rather-incomplete tan (well, our society frowns upon nude tanning, you see. but that shldnt entice you infer that i would even if it were allowed.) and was pleasantly surprised that I no longer resembled a lobster from that fateful sunbathing session on the pristine beaches of the eye-candy-infested outcrop of sentosa. We then rushed to school and I went for sessions. Fun.
And so that wraps up 4a's chalet. Pbb the last chalet we'll ever have. Or maybe not. I'll leave it up to your crystal balls to tell me. Though I'd like for one next year.
Anw, back to chalet, we had bbq where my bbqed-to-0.1s-precision chicken chop debuted. How did I do it? By checking if it FELT delicious, by subjecting it to the relentless stabbing of my almighty, awe-inspiring satay stick. It was goooooooodddd... "pbb the best chop in the world" I know I'm modest.
After that, we watched paranormal activity, which was this everyone-thinks-it's-horrifying-though-I-found-it-turning-off-but-nevertheless-a-potent-depressant-cum-sleeping-pill. It was impt alr? Cuz I had el sessions the next day. I rly dun understand why they had to use a personal camera's pov to film the entire film.. cuz it's rather chaotic and looks amateurishly cost effective. Or maybe I was too tired after el sessions, which btw were omg-ly hilarious.
After tht, we went biking, had a little drama and suffered some ooooouch in the all-time taboo region after hours of bumping and forced suppression onto the bike seat. At least I did.
Scrambled for a spot on the land-scarce beds where we set up our squatters and caught some snooze in all sorts of curled-up-limb-numbing positions we could contour our dear bodies into. Hilarious, but who cares? So tired alr.
"Ra-la-lay!" It's 6am, as we scrambled to the DE main toilets to shower, during which I decided to blend in and prance around to check out my rather-incomplete tan (well, our society frowns upon nude tanning, you see. but that shldnt entice you infer that i would even if it were allowed.) and was pleasantly surprised that I no longer resembled a lobster from that fateful sunbathing session on the pristine beaches of the eye-candy-infested outcrop of sentosa. We then rushed to school and I went for sessions. Fun.
And so that wraps up 4a's chalet. Pbb the last chalet we'll ever have. Or maybe not. I'll leave it up to your crystal balls to tell me. Though I'd like for one next year.