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Yes, following the trend of writing about camp, even though it's been over for quite a few days now. Imagine: a week ago, we were freaking out about being superbly unprepared for performing. Then walking into D'Marquee and freaking out again over the sheer size of the place, and the stage.
From the morning of the first day of camp, the pace was set at break-neck speed, running all over the place and skipping flag-raising to squeeze the drumset into Mr Khoo's car (and scratching his car seat in the process). Ack. Anyway, I don't need to give a whole run-through of each day, Char's beat me to that. So, just some stuff:
1. Shao, you and your flat head! Perfect posture, eh. Maybe you should've gone up for that straightest thingum. 5 books ain't no mean feat. I can't even balance one.
2. Make-up course. was. horrid. That woman did evil things to me, and my eyelashes. Damn, felt like they were glued together, and couldn't get it off. Thanks Chan Yi for helping in that. Shao and Char had funky 'injuries', no fair.
3. Malay Extravaganza. Everyone looked real good. Shades or no shades. The glam girls. The goth girls. 412's sashes. Nice class photos from that night.
4. Midnight. Photos, of which I have not been able to lay my hands on yet, at this point in time. What happened in the room, stays in the room. Sorry Char, maybe bringing the cards over was a bad idea. Thanks to Shao for being such a light sleeper and waking up to open the door for us at 3am. Who's idea was it again to sleep in the shirts we wore? Yeah man, the connecting door is an entrance to 2 entirely different worlds. You have the make-up enthusiasts on one side (who spilt nail polish on our floor!) who complain of the smell of our room when we very much can't really stand the smell of yours either. And on the other side, you have, well, Wolffe. I swear it's the best rooming I've ever had. 3 minutes shower time each ain't nothing we can't handle, (even if it means not buttoning your shirt 'til you're out of the bathroom, or not tucking it into your pants, oh well, to quote Deb: 'Nice boxers, Shao!'
5. Char, you heal fast. Really fast. That lip's almost complete again. How's the gum though?
6. Hosting thingum. Was. A. Waste. Of. Time.
7. I like games. Even though they were indoor. But this is where I start my apology bit. Firstly, sorry to Rachel, for not carrying you properly. I should've made you feel safe being on my shoulders, and not afraid that you'll fall off any minute. Yep, I wasn't steady. And yeah, sorry for sweating on people while we were all squashed together like sardines in a can. Ack. Er... yeah. And the airplane toss game. I was a lousy catcher, should've let Shao or Yang Zi do it. Goalie skills come naturally to them, which is more than I can say for myself. Hitting the airplanes with the hoop isn't the same as letting them go through the hoop. Ugh. And yeah, for the water transporting game, sorry I wasn't very stable and spilt loads of water while taking forever to transfer the cup onto the tray or whatever. Thanks to those who covered my back when my foot screwed up, yeah. 2nd place for games, not bad. By the way, Deb, hope your foot's fine.
8. Formal dinner. Mental images of Shao and I frantically trying to remember the tune and lyrics, respectively, for Rhythm of the Rain, and Wonderful Tonight, even though we didn't sing those in the end. Bouncing around to random songs that played, random censored songs that is. Funky for my parents to show up, I guess. About the food, hmm... well, no comment.
9. Class parade! Thanks for the awesome choreography that garnered praises from tons of people. Brilliance on the part of Michelle, Hui Shi, Rachel, Noreen, Louise, Yang Zi, and thanks to them for painstakingly teaching it to us. Got the people right, right? Whoever, it was cool. Sorry for losing the beat from the start, posing at the wrong time, confusing Shao and Deb (I think), stoning on stage and walking too fast at the end. Yep. 40'.
10. Thanks muchly to all the well wishes and comforting words after the performance, which was painful. Seriously. To those who couldn't hear me singing, count yourselves lucky, it was way off. What minimized the damage would've been Char's fabulous drumming, as usual, and Deb and Shao's steady playing. Many thanks to Chan Yi for helping count the beat for This Love when I was drumming, would've been way more screwed up if not for you, on my part at least. Sorry for not being able to work the crowd. On a side note though, Deb, Shao, you have no idea how many people have told me that you two looked cute and blur. -cough- Talk about booming fanclub memberships, now we know whose are going through the roof. Not to mention Char, who got stopped for photo-taking sessions countless times. I laugh.
11. About the emo-ing in our room after that dismal outing. Well, glad we sorted out our thinking. Kudos to Deb for making the 'Go Away' sign. Ha. Sorry to those whom we chased off and might've shouted at to go away when you guys wanted to take photos. And thanks to our connecting-door neighbours for the note. Thanks a lot really, even though I don't think we really showed our appreciation.
12. A thousand apologies for screwing up the opening of the wine bottle. I can't believe how retarded I was to forget to cut open the top first. Ack. Sorry for the corky wine. And for stealing somebody's bed (I think it was Amanda's? or Claire's? I'm not sure.) and for keeping up with the seemingly traditional habit of not going back to my room at least one night of camp. Sorry guys, didn't want to wake you up at 4 something. (Not to mention that I did not know whether you guys really went ahead with Deb's shirtless idea. Now, wouldn't have been good for me to walk in then if that was the case, no?) Sorry to Sarah if I kicked you or took too much blanket or something. So yes, 2 nights of sleeping without changing out of the shirt worn to dinner.
13. Yes, we wore the same shirt again to breakfast and class dance competition. Think I was sufficiently invisible in the class dance, thank goodness. Yang Zi, yoga is in your roots. Fantastic job with the choreography, Yang Zi and Louise. Yep. Wolffe, funky emcee-ing, though I had no idea what the heck to say. But you guys are naturals at it, and apparently it was a job well done. Great job stalling for time, guys. Hmm...I've never imagined myself doing emcee-ing.
14. Yeah, this is ending soon. Shall end of with shout-outs to Wolffe, the coolest roomies/ bandmates.
Char: Thanks totally for patiently teaching me how to drum, and play the guitar. And for sorting out the songs, arrangement, etc etc etc, and especially the equipment. Yeah. Hmmm... Oh yeah, and the clothes. Scary to admit, but Wolffe consists of the best shoppers ever, we pwn all you shopaholics! Great drumming on stage by the way. No need for me to comment on your fanclub status, you probably have a better idea of its exponential growth.
Deb: I'm absolutely positive that your figures are screwed. I shan't attempt to conjure up new figures, but 1 or 2 new additions to your fanclub is crazy. You should probably keep on the shades when you walk around school to avoid being swamped. People do go for the dao one. Anyway, no need for you to apologise about anything, you really didn't screw anything up, or at least I can't think of any. Fun being roommates, and you did well on stage, no kidding. Thanks.
Shao: Thanks for sharing the pre-performance nerves with me. And for waking up to open the door in the wee hours of the morning. And sorry to tell you, but you are not the unknown, dao bassist. Ha, you're smiling in all the shots I have of you on stage. Man, you rock at memorising lyrics, which is seriously more than what I can say about myself. Took the entire dinner to remember 4 lines. Heh. Yeah man, you were great, rock on.
So Wolffe, regain credibility. We're not done for yet. Back and forth, we sway like branches in a storm; change of weather, still together when it ends...
[edit] One more thing to add, sorry for all the pre-camp friction, what with the roomings, amongst other stuff.
From the morning of the first day of camp, the pace was set at break-neck speed, running all over the place and skipping flag-raising to squeeze the drumset into Mr Khoo's car (and scratching his car seat in the process). Ack. Anyway, I don't need to give a whole run-through of each day, Char's beat me to that. So, just some stuff:
1. Shao, you and your flat head! Perfect posture, eh. Maybe you should've gone up for that straightest thingum. 5 books ain't no mean feat. I can't even balance one.
2. Make-up course. was. horrid. That woman did evil things to me, and my eyelashes. Damn, felt like they were glued together, and couldn't get it off. Thanks Chan Yi for helping in that. Shao and Char had funky 'injuries', no fair.
3. Malay Extravaganza. Everyone looked real good. Shades or no shades. The glam girls. The goth girls. 412's sashes. Nice class photos from that night.
4. Midnight. Photos, of which I have not been able to lay my hands on yet, at this point in time. What happened in the room, stays in the room. Sorry Char, maybe bringing the cards over was a bad idea. Thanks to Shao for being such a light sleeper and waking up to open the door for us at 3am. Who's idea was it again to sleep in the shirts we wore? Yeah man, the connecting door is an entrance to 2 entirely different worlds. You have the make-up enthusiasts on one side (who spilt nail polish on our floor!) who complain of the smell of our room when we very much can't really stand the smell of yours either. And on the other side, you have, well, Wolffe. I swear it's the best rooming I've ever had. 3 minutes shower time each ain't nothing we can't handle, (even if it means not buttoning your shirt 'til you're out of the bathroom, or not tucking it into your pants, oh well, to quote Deb: 'Nice boxers, Shao!'
5. Char, you heal fast. Really fast. That lip's almost complete again. How's the gum though?
6. Hosting thingum. Was. A. Waste. Of. Time.
7. I like games. Even though they were indoor. But this is where I start my apology bit. Firstly, sorry to Rachel, for not carrying you properly. I should've made you feel safe being on my shoulders, and not afraid that you'll fall off any minute. Yep, I wasn't steady. And yeah, sorry for sweating on people while we were all squashed together like sardines in a can. Ack. Er... yeah. And the airplane toss game. I was a lousy catcher, should've let Shao or Yang Zi do it. Goalie skills come naturally to them, which is more than I can say for myself. Hitting the airplanes with the hoop isn't the same as letting them go through the hoop. Ugh. And yeah, for the water transporting game, sorry I wasn't very stable and spilt loads of water while taking forever to transfer the cup onto the tray or whatever. Thanks to those who covered my back when my foot screwed up, yeah. 2nd place for games, not bad. By the way, Deb, hope your foot's fine.
8. Formal dinner. Mental images of Shao and I frantically trying to remember the tune and lyrics, respectively, for Rhythm of the Rain, and Wonderful Tonight, even though we didn't sing those in the end. Bouncing around to random songs that played, random censored songs that is. Funky for my parents to show up, I guess. About the food, hmm... well, no comment.
9. Class parade! Thanks for the awesome choreography that garnered praises from tons of people. Brilliance on the part of Michelle, Hui Shi, Rachel, Noreen, Louise, Yang Zi, and thanks to them for painstakingly teaching it to us. Got the people right, right? Whoever, it was cool. Sorry for losing the beat from the start, posing at the wrong time, confusing Shao and Deb (I think), stoning on stage and walking too fast at the end. Yep. 40'.
10. Thanks muchly to all the well wishes and comforting words after the performance, which was painful. Seriously. To those who couldn't hear me singing, count yourselves lucky, it was way off. What minimized the damage would've been Char's fabulous drumming, as usual, and Deb and Shao's steady playing. Many thanks to Chan Yi for helping count the beat for This Love when I was drumming, would've been way more screwed up if not for you, on my part at least. Sorry for not being able to work the crowd. On a side note though, Deb, Shao, you have no idea how many people have told me that you two looked cute and blur. -cough- Talk about booming fanclub memberships, now we know whose are going through the roof. Not to mention Char, who got stopped for photo-taking sessions countless times. I laugh.
11. About the emo-ing in our room after that dismal outing. Well, glad we sorted out our thinking. Kudos to Deb for making the 'Go Away' sign. Ha. Sorry to those whom we chased off and might've shouted at to go away when you guys wanted to take photos. And thanks to our connecting-door neighbours for the note. Thanks a lot really, even though I don't think we really showed our appreciation.
12. A thousand apologies for screwing up the opening of the wine bottle. I can't believe how retarded I was to forget to cut open the top first. Ack. Sorry for the corky wine. And for stealing somebody's bed (I think it was Amanda's? or Claire's? I'm not sure.) and for keeping up with the seemingly traditional habit of not going back to my room at least one night of camp. Sorry guys, didn't want to wake you up at 4 something. (Not to mention that I did not know whether you guys really went ahead with Deb's shirtless idea. Now, wouldn't have been good for me to walk in then if that was the case, no?) Sorry to Sarah if I kicked you or took too much blanket or something. So yes, 2 nights of sleeping without changing out of the shirt worn to dinner.
13. Yes, we wore the same shirt again to breakfast and class dance competition. Think I was sufficiently invisible in the class dance, thank goodness. Yang Zi, yoga is in your roots. Fantastic job with the choreography, Yang Zi and Louise. Yep. Wolffe, funky emcee-ing, though I had no idea what the heck to say. But you guys are naturals at it, and apparently it was a job well done. Great job stalling for time, guys. Hmm...I've never imagined myself doing emcee-ing.
14. Yeah, this is ending soon. Shall end of with shout-outs to Wolffe, the coolest roomies/ bandmates.
Char: Thanks totally for patiently teaching me how to drum, and play the guitar. And for sorting out the songs, arrangement, etc etc etc, and especially the equipment. Yeah. Hmmm... Oh yeah, and the clothes. Scary to admit, but Wolffe consists of the best shoppers ever, we pwn all you shopaholics! Great drumming on stage by the way. No need for me to comment on your fanclub status, you probably have a better idea of its exponential growth.
Deb: I'm absolutely positive that your figures are screwed. I shan't attempt to conjure up new figures, but 1 or 2 new additions to your fanclub is crazy. You should probably keep on the shades when you walk around school to avoid being swamped. People do go for the dao one. Anyway, no need for you to apologise about anything, you really didn't screw anything up, or at least I can't think of any. Fun being roommates, and you did well on stage, no kidding. Thanks.
Shao: Thanks for sharing the pre-performance nerves with me. And for waking up to open the door in the wee hours of the morning. And sorry to tell you, but you are not the unknown, dao bassist. Ha, you're smiling in all the shots I have of you on stage. Man, you rock at memorising lyrics, which is seriously more than what I can say about myself. Took the entire dinner to remember 4 lines. Heh. Yeah man, you were great, rock on.
So Wolffe, regain credibility. We're not done for yet. Back and forth, we sway like branches in a storm; change of weather, still together when it ends...
[edit] One more thing to add, sorry for all the pre-camp friction, what with the roomings, amongst other stuff.