It's been a while and I must say life's a dick (yes, I'm not using this phrase lightly). Sure it puckers up and kisses you but those few passionate moments are all you're gonna get.
For starters, I'm not putting up my writing here anymore. Now it's just details of my boring life (compared to most people I know, it IS boring).
It's the last week of the holidays and I couldn't find a more better way to wrap it up with a so-called class chalet! I mean, yeah only like 9 (out of 21) people came but it was still fun (not to mention the gossip at night). I pinky promised though, that what is said and done in the chalet stays there.
What I can tell you is that it was the first ever night in my life where I DIDN'T SLEEP AT ALL. Badass, right? Okay, maybe I closed my eyes for ten minutes but all that giggling at funny videos kept me awake. And if you're reading this, sleep disturbers, I'm looking at your SOUL. I didn't mind actually, I couldn't sleep anyway. Maybe it was the horrible tequila or just that I didn't want to miss out on spending time with good company. I only slept like less than an hour in the morning after we came back from watching the sunrise on Changi Beach (good for dates if I had one). Almost forty hours and I got less than an hour's sleep. I felt like a monster because I didn't feel the need to sleep.
What else, what else oh yes. We did a little bit of singing. Granted, I sing okay (NOT), but I felt some of the others were better. I always look at friends who know how to music proudly because hey I got to befriend these awesome peeps. I mastered the cup song, actions only but not the singing. Apparently my coordination's not really good. At the same time, I wouldn't call it mastering since I did not actually use it with a cup but with a tuner, percussion-type egg thingy and a bottle of hand sanitizer. So much for 'mastering'.
FOOD. Yes, only one can of chips out of four that I brought was cleaned out after the chalet. Wasted, I say. The drinks fared better: all of them went down our throats. Did you know that Blondies are actually brownies with peanut butter instead of chocolate? Someone confirm please ><! Instant noddles yes, have to thank the girls who did up the entire batch in one huge-ass pot and dolled it out for all of us. Two helpings for me thank you very much. Two measly bottles of horrible tequila. I turned really red but didn't get drunk. One of my friends did and it was better because she was drunk for the first time. I promised though not to say anything more :)
Met a stray cat outside the chalet. She hung around for quite some time. First the name was Yuna? Then Tuno, finally settled on Tuna because that's what we fed her the first time. She thanked us by shitting in our toilet. We all loved her still. Cats or whatever furry pet: I wish I had one but Mom hates them. I cry.
Here we go, the awesome people who came to the chalet
-Claire (or Claire Bear, this girl be big, bad and rad brah!)
-Ker Wei (his parents brought us supper AND breakfast)
-Jessica a.k.a Jess (who got this whole thing started and running)
-Jeremiah a.k.a JJ (that guitar and sporty dude everyone loves, he loves losing at card games)
-Jia Ying (comic relief and BIG GLEE FAN KLAINE AND STUFF)
-Tong Lee (thanks for the tequila brother!)
-Belicia (she sings well and I have her to thank for 'Blondies')
-Yours truly
Maybe I'll get a new drive and start doing this more often. Peace guys. I'll do ranting never.
Saturday, 12 October 2013
Thursday, 4 July 2013
Independence Day-Part 2
With thundering footsteps, the three Warders appeared behind Sticks and Bones. Voices further back signalled the impeding arrival of guards. Sticks glanced at Bones, instantly transferring his plan to his younger brother. The chip in Bones' brain registered and stored the plan. The brothers' special means of communication was known only to themselves, Xavier and the late Dr. Cringe. The loss would be great, but the need was greater. With a roar,
Vinyl got up and stabbed Aura with her own shocker. He drove it in with such force that the tip broke out her back and split apart, discharging all of it's thousand volts of electricity. Unfortunately, Vinyl's body jerked along with the screaming Aura. To the Raider's last credit, he did not do so much as blink.
Bones threw Sticks his gun and raced for Vinyl's corpse. Retrieving the cable, Bones took a final glance at his older brother as he ducked into a door. The three Warders hesitated for the moment and two pursued Sticks while the lead Warder started after Bones.
Bones scrambled up onto the roof and began uncoiling the precious cable, connecting it to the crucial parts pre-situated on the roof. He smiled at their bright colours and the thought of the happy faces of the children. He heard the panel burst open and the labouring stomps of the Warder.
Sticks had exhausted his and his brother's guns and only managed to wound one of the Warders in the arm. Their cannons, while not able to hurt the agile Raider, did much more to the maintenance room. Machinery was curled up and blackened, what furniture were there was blasted to bits. Walls were puckered with holes the size of Sticks' head. He was left with his mini mines (M&Ms) and they took time to set up, too long a time. But time was what Bones needed. Gritting his teeth, Sticks unclipped a M&M and threw himself at the Warders, muttering.
Bones had just finished connecting the last of the cable and armed the detonator. Blood still flowed freely from the hole where his arm used to be. The Warder had been quick in turning his cannon, catching the young Raider unaware and leaving him bereft of his entire left arm. Bones collapsed to the edge of the roof, his stamina giving out at last. His rapid breathing slowed, and went slower still, until he stilled. The Warder loomed over the prone Raider, cannon aimed at the head for maximum effect. As the cannon warmed, a blast three times more powerful than his cannon shook the top levels of the skyscraper.
Bones, a split second before the explosion, heard Sticks murmur 'Goodbye.' in his comm. Bones took advantage of the Warder's momentary distraction and drew the detonator. The Warder turned his attention to the Raider, what face visible under the visor contorted in rage. The Warder garbled, "You sonofabitch Raider. You die." Bones clicked the detonator just in time as the cannon vaporised his head and shoulders.
Fireworks cut through the night sky. The children went 'Ooooo' and 'Ahhhh'. As the first fireworks faded, gunfire and explosions erupted throughout Los Angeles. The sounds of war were surprisingly drowned out by the ever present fireworks. Xavier clicked his comm twice. No response. He closed his eyes for a moment, the only sign of mourning for the four Raiders. He checked his antique windup watch, still working since the twenty-first century, the time of his great-great grandfather. Exactly midnight. On the fourth of July, Independence Day. He smiled and returned to his daughter and the children.
Vinyl got up and stabbed Aura with her own shocker. He drove it in with such force that the tip broke out her back and split apart, discharging all of it's thousand volts of electricity. Unfortunately, Vinyl's body jerked along with the screaming Aura. To the Raider's last credit, he did not do so much as blink.
Bones threw Sticks his gun and raced for Vinyl's corpse. Retrieving the cable, Bones took a final glance at his older brother as he ducked into a door. The three Warders hesitated for the moment and two pursued Sticks while the lead Warder started after Bones.
Bones scrambled up onto the roof and began uncoiling the precious cable, connecting it to the crucial parts pre-situated on the roof. He smiled at their bright colours and the thought of the happy faces of the children. He heard the panel burst open and the labouring stomps of the Warder.
Sticks had exhausted his and his brother's guns and only managed to wound one of the Warders in the arm. Their cannons, while not able to hurt the agile Raider, did much more to the maintenance room. Machinery was curled up and blackened, what furniture were there was blasted to bits. Walls were puckered with holes the size of Sticks' head. He was left with his mini mines (M&Ms) and they took time to set up, too long a time. But time was what Bones needed. Gritting his teeth, Sticks unclipped a M&M and threw himself at the Warders, muttering.
Bones had just finished connecting the last of the cable and armed the detonator. Blood still flowed freely from the hole where his arm used to be. The Warder had been quick in turning his cannon, catching the young Raider unaware and leaving him bereft of his entire left arm. Bones collapsed to the edge of the roof, his stamina giving out at last. His rapid breathing slowed, and went slower still, until he stilled. The Warder loomed over the prone Raider, cannon aimed at the head for maximum effect. As the cannon warmed, a blast three times more powerful than his cannon shook the top levels of the skyscraper.
Bones, a split second before the explosion, heard Sticks murmur 'Goodbye.' in his comm. Bones took advantage of the Warder's momentary distraction and drew the detonator. The Warder turned his attention to the Raider, what face visible under the visor contorted in rage. The Warder garbled, "You sonofabitch Raider. You die." Bones clicked the detonator just in time as the cannon vaporised his head and shoulders.
Fireworks cut through the night sky. The children went 'Ooooo' and 'Ahhhh'. As the first fireworks faded, gunfire and explosions erupted throughout Los Angeles. The sounds of war were surprisingly drowned out by the ever present fireworks. Xavier clicked his comm twice. No response. He closed his eyes for a moment, the only sign of mourning for the four Raiders. He checked his antique windup watch, still working since the twenty-first century, the time of his great-great grandfather. Exactly midnight. On the fourth of July, Independence Day. He smiled and returned to his daughter and the children.
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