I swear if I hear another Christmas song I'm going to go mad.
Just tried to change my blogskin like 3 hours ago, and the damn thing is telling me that the html thingum was not well formed even though I copied it off the damn website. EDIT ok I changed it, but not to the one I wanted, since this is just a default template that admittedly looks a lot better than the previous one.
Came back from ---- like 2 weeks ago, quite uneventful, just an opportunity to relax and vegetate in the hotel room (a lot) after a strenuous week just before I flew off.
Came back just in time for group celebs. Actually not -just in time-, since I just arrived from the freakin' airport and I had to rush to vivo to the monorail station and since I'm damn swaku I haven't been to Vivo before (shopping's not my thing) and I couldn't find the bloody monorail station where everyone was waiting and when I finally did I saw the monorail which everyone had just boarded. And it was leaving. So being extremely tyco and I had to buy a ticket and board the next one and managed to catch up with the guys who just arrived at Beach Station at Sentosa. Some horseshoe and briefing stuff, free time till when, where not to go etc.
Sec 2s embarked on a project to build a series of holes (near the sea). Actually it started as digging a whole and realising that after digging deep enough it would magically fill with water so we started digging a hell lot of holes (3) and dug canals through, then we dug a final canal to the sea that both drained and filled the holes with water. Had some cool architecture going on there, but eventually we had to go for the special event of the day.
First Task, photo taking. Bleh.
Second Task, each patrol dig a hole large enough to fit a person. Essentially, a grave.
Third Task, send one volunteer up. (ME, again, wtf)
Fourth Task, choose a J1.
Fifth Task, J1 and unfortunate-volunteer have a competition. Each person has to do the number of pushups that corresponds to the number of letters in his post/name. So Since mine is Project Comm Chair, and FRANCIS' IS STL, yeah so naturally I won (fat hope). Cunning J1s made sure that all the unfortunate-volunteers lost this "competition".
Sixth Task, lie down in the hole.
Seventh Task, chuck a bit of sand on yourself.
Eight Task, patrol to BURY THE UNFORUNATE-VOLUNTEER IN THE SAND.
And thus because I am extremely unlucky/unfortunate/stupid, I had to be buried in the sand and I didn't have a change of clothes. Which we were all supposed to have, but since I am the above-mentioned adjectives, I didn't. So I got buried in sand and it was damn ticklish and damn scary then eventually they took a picture then since I didn't have a change of clothes my patrol didn't help me wash up (ie, dunk in sea) so I did that on my own. Had to borrow Sean's shirt to change, so thanks! Still haven't returned it though.
Then after some semblance of removing the sand from EVERY-FREAKING-PLACE-ON-MY-BODY (-.- don't overwork that mind of yours) we had postholders announcement. I'm owl PL (owl '11 ftw) and NIGEL AS MY APL YAY. Lol I swear Nigel is damn funny and damn random and thanks for the two electrolytes during GTC :D it tasted like shit.
It's now Tuesday at 7:10pm and it's four days to Christmas and eleven to the New Year. I'll update again on New Year's eve. :D I hope.
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