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The four (consecutive) homeless evenings:

One: I think it was right when I came home from camp, and stayed in the Youthhub (JSSC) for a few hours.

Two: When we went to.. Hewtors to celebrate van's bday, and I came back home about 11-ish

Three: I think I had a meeting at the JSSC riight after polo. Which ended about 8-ish. Damn.

Four: Oh, this one is the best. I woke up with Claire passing me the phone, saying she didn't know who this person was. I took the phone: "do you know who this is?" "Huh? No, who?" "Do you know?" "No.." "Mr Ngian lah! Anyways, blablabaskfdasbndfu..."
Hearing that name.. that voice.. IN THE MORNING.. WAKING ME UP.. sucked enough. He told me that the duedate of this podcast we were supposed to do throughout the month had come, and we hadn't submitted our podcast.

So I rushed to the computer and immediately started with the project with Chun Feng and Devar (They were the only people in the group available at the time).
To make things easier, I went to Chun Feng's house, as he had a recorder there and didn't want to do the thing alone.

As for the afternoon, we spent it redoing the damn thing AGAIN and AGAIN and recording AGAAAIN. It was awesome. >:(
The best part: As I finished recording.. FINALLY.. and we thought it was FINALLY done, his com screwed up. And no, we couldn't save it.

And those are the four consecutive days of which I spent the afternoon/evenings outside. And for me -me- to do that is pretty topsy turvy, I'm sure a few people'd agree..

Let it never happen again.
Maybe.

Campteen:

Bandits, go.
*silence*

that about sums up my first experience with my group alone.

ANYWAYS.
It started with me sitting outside the JSSC at about... 5am. Waiting and waiting and staring at the oh-so-beautiful stars. And then Malina came and laid down too. And then Amanda came and they went to get prad- sorry, prata.

And then Syaz came and wondered where exactly they went for the.. prata.
Meanwhile, many many old men and women were starting something in front of the JSSC. About 5 of them wearing white and red were in front of everyone, and Everyone (The other old people) wer in straight lines, getting ready, for something.
And then the radio (Huge, beatbox-type radio) that the 5 people had started playing, and it played National Day music. National Day Music with this guy going "yi, er, san, si, er, er, san si" (1, 2, 3, 4, 2, 2, 3, 4). And all of them started.. dancing. Or.. stretching or something. Exercising.
BUT IT WAS SO CUTE. AHAHA.

And as the rest of the exco came, and the ball was rolling, and the campers came for the registration, the music changed to this soothing kinda.. 'peaceful pond' music. With a woman going "huuuuu........ xiiiiiiii........ huuuuuu......... xiiiiiiiii" (in... out... in... out. Referring to breath, folks.)

After a few minutes they left, and FINALLY we could start the registration.
Being part of crowd control, ahmad and I had nothing to do then, as there wasn't much of a 'crowd'. So we went to the 7-11 across the road and got food and drinks. As we walked back, Ahmad introduced to me the terms Mat and Minah, which I will not go into. :)

Anyways, skipping the registration, Mariam and I were assigned to the fourth bus. The fourth bus was half-filled with Malays (front) and half-filled with Chinese (back). For the first few hours of the trip to the Sarimbun campsite, the malays were talking and talking and taaalkiiing... and the Chinese were all quiet. Mariam and I thought it was gonna be like this the whole way, heh.

But then for the second part of the 'journey', the Chinese campers started taaalking and talking, and the malay campers were quiet. Weird. Still, I liked it when the Malay campers talked more. They were less "chitchattish", and didn't laugh so horribly loud.

ANYWHAA.
This will be a 'to be continued' moment for now. Nya nyaa.

Bake until Golden-Brown.

Saw this on Van's Blogger blog. Couldn't resist making my own.

HOW TO MAKE A ZAN:

Ingredients:
6 parts Random Brainfarts
5 parts Love for Pencil&Paper
1 part Eyebrows
1 part Grammar
50 parts Romance
0 parts Intelligence
0 parts Stupidity
15 parts Age

Method:
Store 50 parts Romance in freezer until 15 parts Age and 0 parts Intelligence expands to size of liking.
Dump rest into bowl, mix and pour into brain mould. Place brain mould into Zanmould. Serve while warm.


[I am so ruining this. Ahahah.]

Unbirthday?

March 30th, here I come.

Oh man, I've got to get updating this thing again.
Lets see... I have..:

The four homeless evenings
Campteen
And one of the shittier days I've had
and of course,
Bangkok

to post.
(Well, Bangkok will be.. after I come back from Bangkok.)