Band Trip/Camp to Singapore (To be continued)

Yeah, I’m blogging about 24 hours from when we came back to Katholik.

The trip was fun, I’d say. Learned some stuff and it was quite interesting to see other bands. So here are some random blurbs:
I’m one of the few people who did not sleep on Friday/Saturday so I slept more on the bus.

Here's a bad video of the back of the bus (seniors). I think they were playing Mafia...

Eventually, we made it to Singapore and to Jurong Junior College (JJC). They have probably been waiting for us for a while since we were supposed to be there by 3 or something, not 4 but they were probably alerted to our delay or something.

They were seemingly friendly. The first thing I saw them doing was waving at us then they helped us unload our stuff from the bus. We then got to our room and yadi yadi yada. We had ‘lunch’ then practiced at their big hall. Then we had dinner with Peirce. After that we had a combine practice with both JJC and Peirce. Well, they had and I just sat there. After that, we found out JJC arranged some games or us. After that, I took a shower then slept.

Next day, we woke up at 5:45 a.m. before going about our stuff and eating breakfast with JJC and Peirce. Tables were separated according to sections and it just so appears that Peirce has their own table traditions. They had this little routine thingy.

Then we had practice and combines. I think I was practicing outside most of the time… After that, JJC took Katholik on a little tour while Peirce had some games planned for them. We had a concert at Esplanade before eating dinner nearby. Julie was rather stalker-like at that time. She was stalking a cute short Poland guy who plays the clarinet (I think) which I am still unclear of since I don’t think I’ve seen him. Chui Wen met us at the dinner thingy along with… someone else…

Looky what happened on the way to Orchard Road: Pretty, is it not? Let’s see the damage… Other than the fact that the colours were peeling, right slipper had two straps peeled and the bottom and upper half was splitting. On the left slipper, a strap decided it was fun to snap too. Thank Chui Wen. She had extra slippers that fitted me so she borrowed them. And I then proceeded to toss the pink things into the dustbin.

Attempted to take a decent photo at Orchard road:

Then there's a group photo of the saxaphone section:

This one's made of fake Fererro chocolates:
On the third day, we spent the entire time practicing combines. Well, they did. Apparently, Sir Eric got the professional (seems like it. That guy has been requested to go to Malaysia to teach) flutist to tutor me for the day. Learned some pretty cool stuff from him.

Then the concert came. I ended up as the camera/handy woman since I wasn’t performing. Suited me just fine. I had Daphne’s camera so I just used that. Ended up with a bunch of wonked pictures though… And I also learned that squinting too much makes your eyes hurt.

Here are some random pictures:

All the other pictures are in Daphne’s camera so we shall wait for that to be loaded. Meanwhile, I have videos of the certification thingy. Sorry if you’re not in it, but I had to get mine and I was trying to get a picture of Daphne. (There's two more video to go, but I don't have the patience to upload it since it's nearly one now.)

After the concert, we had a karaoke sort of thingy with JJC only since Peirce had to take off. We had some food too. Yum. I liked the cake. I was overly hyped at that time… Most of the seniors were around as hyped as me, more or less and most of the juniors (well, others, I think) were not particularly hyped.

Bad, bad picture of it:This one’s just weird…

Can’t stop laughing whenever I see this picture. Yes, Julie is asleep. No, it wasn’t my idea. Who I think (I was half awake and babbling stuff I'm not so sure of) was Jezz, Grace and Sheryl came into our room and took picture of sleeping Julie, trying to prove to her that she does sleep with her eyes open. It’s actually really cool and creepy. Also, I'm now worried about sleeping in their presence.

On the fourth day, we went to the Science centre with JJC. We were staring at body parts (please do not have a problematic/perverted brain). Kinda disturbing how they were real and all. Then the other parts of the building. Been there about twice so it was nothing… Took a few random pictures there:

After that, JJC and we took a few group pictures. When we boarded, they started waving.

After that, we went to Orchard Road, though I don’t quite see the point since all we did there then was packed our lunch before boarding the bus and eating it there. Oh, we did buy some chocolates though.

After that, we made a stop or two then rode all the way back to Catholic. I got a pretty good picture near the Malaysian border:

Sheryl’s good at tempting me with food and I’m apparently very weak at resisting food I like. On the way, I got bored and didn’t really do anything. Seniors played Mafia more than half the way. Sheryl and Grace enjoyed making Julie play doll by tying her hair in different fashions and I think Shi Hui was brooding. Gerald also apparently enjoys taking picture of sleeping people (and everything else) so I’m also worried about sleeping in his presence now.

After we got back, me, my mother and sister went for supper before going back home and being dead on the bed.

When We See Your Face, It Gives Us Heaven! (Under construction)

“Digi sucks!"

Well, I don’t fully agree with that fella there but just then, it was getting rather frustrating. 45 or 50 minutes we had been waiting. There was nothing to do. The other bands from before—Pop Shuvit, One Buck Short and Disagree—were done with their bit and now the only music was there not because of a band but because of the little music videos on the side TV thingy. I still remember it had the popular songs, starting with Move Along and ending with something I can’t remember.

Well, here’s something from Daphne’s blog. Just thought I may stick my comments in as well.

From top to toe:
-Hair: Tie your hair. And do it tightly, cuz when you're jumping itWILL fall out. Don't bother with things that will fall out easily. Just a simplyrubber band will suffice.
Neh, disagree here. You don’t have to tie up your hair and you won’t die. However, you will be able to make a mop with it at the end, considering the fact that you will look like you just took a shower. With sweat, not water.-Face: No makeup. It will smudge (or not) while you're BATHED INSWEAT. It might rain too.
I had none of this on that day. Yay. I had some the next day though…-Neck: No choker. It's hot enough in there, and you have to shouttoo. Necklaces are good, like mine. It went great with my outfit, all modestyaside.
I didn’t have this as well. Yeah, pity you didn’t have that cuff. Would have went nicely with your outfit…

-Torso: Wear a shirt. Sleeveless, preferably. I think tubes areprohibited, especially if you're jumping. It falls, if you're not filled outenough XD I wore my recently stitched-by-hand-hammered-by-self shirt. Damn cool.If you want to see it, ask me la (;
Yes, no tube. EVER, EVER, ever. Reason stated above. I saw it already! Pretteh it was.-Lower body: Wear shorts, they're ideal. Not miniskirts, peoplemight just shove their hand up there. And you don't wanna know what it might dowhen you're jumping. Not jeans, it's HOT enough in there.
Agreed here.

-Feet: Aha. I'm smart here. I wore sneakers. Do not wear sandals orslippers. It comes off during jumping. And your feet gets stepped and jumped on.And people don't bother. So. That's that.
Be smug while ya can, Fisheh. I agree fully here. Feet got nicely squished. You’ll see why later.

-Extra: I forgot to wear my cuff :( THE cuff. I made it speciallyfor the concert.Earrings are ideal. Silver ones, gives a bit of shine, even though you'redressed fully black. Which was what I did. Literally everything dressed in black.

I had nothing extra here. Actually, everything was pretty normal though I (or my sister, really) managed to dig up something from the eternal (no, it just sounded nice. It’s more like the world’s most shallow bundle of clothes) depth which is my clothes. It was not a tube thingy, but I still had to wear one of those unless I wanted to have my bra on display.


Anyway, before we got into the concert area of the car park, we had to get to the entrance so they can check our tickets. So. Just imagine sardines. In a can. But more smushed and well, no, the liquid stuff is still there, just in the form of sweat. Look, you got the picture! To breath proper air, you had to jump or have your head higher up, which we didn’t. Well, conditions during the concert wasn’t much better. If anything, it was much worst. The crushed sardines were baby food. Saliva included as the night wore on. Lots of it.

By then, I was wondering if coming was really all that worth it. The previous bands were fine, don’t get me wrong. But the main event is the All American Rejects. If this was a concert, it was going to be loud and raucous with everyone else shouting. The band’s music is going to get blurred. Isn’t it much better to sit at home in a place where your not going to loose all the water your body stored and listen to them without all that crazed screaming, hollering, thrashing, squishing…

Then ten/fifteen minutes later, drums with the tune of Move Along. Of course, they kept repeating that on and on but this was too loud to be from that TV thingy and one could feel the vibration even through that yellow tube-thingy. They were here! Finally!

I thought I was going to be so frustrated and tired that I won’t even bother much, but, boy was I wrong. Apparently, there was this store of reserved energy just for the All American Rejects. I was considerably sure I was one of the loudest human when they appeared. And normally, I can be very loud so just imagine when I’m more hyped than ever in a loud place where being excruciatingly loud isn’t a crime.

In Move Along, I remember that everyone jumped like hell at the beginning but eventually, they settled for jumping only at the lyrics “move along! Move along…!” Of course, some of us jumped through the whole thing. As I suspected, most of the people shouted only at that part as well, except for quarter of the crowd which sang throughout the whole thing.

With barely a pause, the next song started.

“They’re playing Falling Apart!” That’d be me. Yes, I know it’s Fallin’ Apart but I tend to say ‘Falling’ instead. “They’re playing Falling Apart!”

Only quarter of the crowd knew the song, I suspected and I had a feeling less than half of that sang along. The four of us was probably the loudest ones there, considering the fact that some people were just standing there, not knowing the song. Eventually the lovely cheery yet sad song ended.

“Can I tell you all something dirty?” That was the first time I heard him speak clearly that night. I guessed most of us knew what song was up next.

After that, I think it was Real World that they played. Despite the fact that I have earphones plugged on whenever I’m on the computer (which used to be a lot), I didn’t listen much to it and so only knew a few words. No lack of enthusiasm showed though.

After that, it might have been I Wanna. The crowd wasn’t very enthusiastic about Real World but, man, were they happy about this one. They went nuts and the yelling and jumping and foot crushing started once more. Oh, look what I found on Ying Ying’s blog: http://a-music-affair.blogspot.com/

After another song or two, I was actually swaying on my feet. Like really swaying and not on purpose. Got over it soon enough though. Throughout the whole thing, I was stamping and clamping to the beat, all the while head banging. I might have attempted a full-blown awkward dance but there was no space for that. But after several songs, there was this little space around me… I’m still wondering if it was just there or if I made it… I did step on a few toes… And my melodious singing (did you see the sarcasm there?) was probably considerably lovely… Well, all the better for me.

Then the Last Song came. Well, you know, the Last Song, not the last song. XD After that, they stopped. We waited and waited but after several minutes of pause, there was still nothing but quiet--

Black Magician Trilogy

I (re, I think)reread it! And man, I found out what the hell's so lovely about Trudi Canavan's books! It's the writing style! Seriously, it is. The world, concept and whatnot helped a lot, yes, but in the end, it's the writing! The character's are nice as well, of course, but for once, I'm giving a whole lot of credit to a book's writing style.

Well, before I (re)reread Black Magiacian Trilogy, I read Malissa Marr's whole lot of faerie world thing (what's the name for hte whole thing?). It was good, don't get me wrong. Not something considerably memorable, yes, but good. But it lacks the depth which Trudi have because of the writing style. I don't mean describing scenes and such (well, maybe a little). I mean the character's thoughts and all that. Malissa don't seem to use a lot of time there. It's like just roughly what her characters think most of the time, but not at the moment, if you know what I mean.

Probably just me and role-playing. Well, in role playing, you can spend some effort in saying what your character thinks about the other character's comment or statement or whatever. That way, your character would gain more depth and stuff. For Trudi, even if the thought may be somewhat irrelevant, she still writes it out. I call that 'well thought through'. For Malissa though, well, just not that detailed. Yes, role-playing made me crazy about detail.

Something you would have noticed about Trudi's writing style is hat she tends to have things like 'she sighed', 'a shiver ran down his spine' or something like that. Lots of it. I mean, it's fine once in a while, but after some time, it just gets odd... Not a very bad thing, but just odd...

Well, Dragcave seems to be still down so I'll bore you more and continue writing.

Now, let's compare Trudi Canavan's Black Magician Trilogy with Stephenie Meyer's books! Yes, there was enthusiasm in that. Well, for this I'm just going to compare characters and the minor characters.

Warning: spoilers for The Host.

'Kay, just compare the general-ness of everything. In Black Magician Trilogy, magicians are 'evil' and dwells hate them and you know all that. In Stephenie's The Host, souls are good and the survivors which have that cave-home thingy fear and hate them.

When Sonea first came into the Guild, everyone but Rothen have actually thought of something bad about her. Not bad maybe, but not good as well. Yes, even Dannyl (yeah, at one point, somewhere. Not bad, but not good either. Though of course he sobered up soon enough). Wait, except Ezrille and the servants, I think. Even after one year, most of everyone still didn't like her, which really showed the whole high class/low class thingy which was essential to her world. Now, when Wanda first came in, everyone pretty much despised her. Except Jeb and Jamie. But in the end, everyone, even the guy that tried to kil her at first, came to just adore her. That means everyone would just toss away so many years of hate and all that the moment they really get to know her. Seriously, I don't think any one of them actually strike out when they knew Wanda.

There may not be much of a difference, yes, but really, Sonea had a much harder time than Wanda. That's pretty much, my point, I think. Yeah, I just realized that I ended up going off topic by comparing the two books, but whatever.

Anyway, Trudi Canavan's magic is so logical, it's unbelievable. Yeah, so logical, it's unbelievable. As far as I know, Harry Potter doesn't really have logic tied to magic. Shout a few words, yab di yab da and you get a spell. But Kyralian magicians don't have spells and all that. And it's so much more to the real world because there were no magical creatures and stuff. Just magicians. And they actually have a limit on magic, and they actually have to study new ways of magic. Like in Magicna's Apprentice, they didn't have Healing yet. So cool. Nah, that was not a spoiler. It's a statement that was just not really firmly mentioned any where...

And the whole world just have such a pretty past and all that.

Meh, done spitting a vat of jumbled words now. Bored... Bored... I should do something with that back ground...

Yes, I Have Free Time and I'm Bored

Well, it's not close to done yet and I didn't do it all on my own but it's a still a nice achievement. The rough spriteline is made by nepherim of dragcave.

Started out as something like this:

Well, there were quite a number of jagged lines at first, but this is the result after I finished fixing it up. That's called the spriteline.

Then I shaded it, yadi yadi yada, got some advice and all that. Then the above result came in. This would be one of the best sprites since no one edited it yet. Neh, that's all for now. Bored... Bored...

Look! Return of Dead Blog!!

Not really. It'll die after this post again. So it's pretty much a temporary resurrection thingy...

Anyway... What's new. Huh...

Joined band.
Nice people there. Friendly lot of 'em. Scary rules and such, yes, but nice people. (Wow, descriptive, huh?)

I recently found out I have more of a virtual life.
Sad, huh? I have more to do on the computer. Thankfully, it doesn't involve shooting mindlessly at spcecraft and whatnot. More like just writing and spriting...

Oh, there's the AAR concert.
Yep. Was postponed to next next week. Almost there! Wahahahahaha! None of us know what to wear. By 'us' I mean me and Chicken. Daphne's going to wear something scary. 0.o (Well, it sounds like it.)

Bleh.
Can't think of anything to fill in here.

Oh, Anti-dog.
Yeah. We can't go to the park/playground with Sandy. Sad, eh? They had this dumb meeting that we were unaware of and [i]spoof[/i]! No more dogs! That's tolerable (somewhat) since some parks don't allow that anyway. But now we can't even bring Sandy out all together. Which is just so stupid. She's a dog, man! Golden retriever. As in, needs vast amount of excercise? Do they not get that?!

Look, blanko.
Well, little sidenotes of virtual achievements/goals.
1. Plan to make the longest post ever. I'm about there. Wrote a two paged intro and going further.
2. Be an Approver. RP Arpprover to be specific. If you don't know what that means, it means getting to approve RPs. They have a system. RPs cannot be RPed until they are approved, and Approvers are the ones that approves. And I'm getting there!
3. Oh, be an advanced role-player. Working on it. Wait a couple more months.
4. Get a sprite done on my own. By 'done' I mean a really good one that's free of mistakes, and have no one editing it. Not gonna happen within this year. Maybe next few months... Wait about half a year la.

Yeah, my life can be dull.

LAS Camp (Day 1)

First picture of the day. No, there’s nothing to do with camp other than the fact that the humans there were preparing to go to camp. That’s actually behind—in front, really—of the LAS room. There’s a better one without the wire but that’s not the first picture of the day and I don’t think you care a lot.








Anyway, here’s when it starts.






The Bus

Yes, the bus. See that human with the bottle there? That’d be me. I sat alone ‘cause everyone else had someone to sit with and probably ‘cause I was one of the last person to board the bus.

















You may not know it, but the human you’re looking at right now’s (If you are looking at the picture on the right, that is) Ang Hui Mei. The other picture just looks nicer and I’m horrible at remembering names so I can’t give you names, but you may know them. Oh yeah, I sat behind them, and Chicken's across the lane from them. Most of the morning class students had to buy food in the canteen and eat on the bus since, well, we’re not eating lunch at the campsite.

Anyway, see that thing at the background of the left picture? That’s the gas station as you probably already noticed. We had to lug our bags all the way there. Good exercise though.


We stayed on the bus for about 45 minutes. I checked. Normal ride, nothing much going on. No crazy humans playing stuff, not loud enough that I can hear it at the back anyway. We did watch a movie I don't know the name to though. That is actually quite significant, well, as significant as the bus’ plate number and the driver's name. Why? You’ll find out later.





The Camp

We reached camp. We placed our bags at our tents.

Again, my friends already had enough people to go with in the tents and an extra person which means four people pretty much equals to four dead bodies the next morning due to the lack of air, so I had to go with others.



Well, say hi to the campsite. (I really don’t expect that to happen) See that little building at the back? Say hi to the girls’ bathroom/toilet. As for that orange tent near it? No idea what it is. What’s that tiny little thingy by the right with two humans? I have no idea what you call it and I’m not sure why it is even there. You noticed the three tents nearest to the person that took this photo, no? Well, those were the only boys’ tents. The rest at the back? Those belonged to the girls.

As for the picture on the right, that’s the clothes line you’re looking at behind the tent. We didn’t really use it as a clothes line. It was more of a towel line. There are others, of course. Those are at the back of the tents in the left photo. And the tent in that photo's the teachers' tent.





After Settling Down in the Tents

Which pretty much includes dumping our bags in the tent, regardless of which bag lands on top of the other.


We gathered at the Hall, all 37 of us and only 9 of them were guys. We had briefing and all that. I don’t think you’re interested in that so let’s forward to the part where they separate teams.


Tee Yee Teng, this one’s for you. Do you know that if you could make it you’d be our (me and my teammates) team leader? No joke, though you probably already know.


We got split into four teams. I’ll tell you the names soon.

That would be my team. Name’s ING, named after the song that the excos danced to before (It was funny. That’s because it was extremely uncoordinated). We never officially chose what it stood for, but we went with ‘I’m Not Gay’ most of the time. Our team leader’s Win Sheng and our penolong was… I can’t remember her name… But see the girl on my right? (Find me yourself) That's her. Our slogan was ‘I-I-I-N-G N-G I-N-G!’ and our handclap was ‘1 123 12345’ or something like that.


This would be Chicken’s team. Name’s Royal. Why? I never found out till later when I asked her. Her exact reply came out in a rather raspy voice and was, “I don’t know. Because it was yellow?” Their slogan was 'We are Royal. (Or something like that)' Then they would make human alphabets, like cheerleaders, 'cept not as good. I don't know the name of the guy that's R. I remember the Chicken was O. After that, I can't really remember who's what, but as for the last person, I have no idea what's he suppose to be since all alphabets were taken. I could not decipher their handclap.

Oh, here’s Bloo. I have no idea why they’re named Bloo. Their slogan was something like… Okay I can’t really remember but I do know that it consisted of shouting out the alphabets of their team, and I could only hear three people; they were very, very loud. Their handclap was something I could not remember as well… In the end, they go ‘Chi chak. Boom(!)’ When they say ‘Boom’, they jerk their elbows back, making sort of like an ‘L’ shape, with their fists being the end of ‘L’. I’m sure it’s supposed to be sorta like a gun shot.


And then there’s OMG. Unlike ING, they settled for Oh My God. Their slogan was in Chinese/English—English only when they said the name of fruits and the Oh My God part—so I’ll give a translation. Don’t worry, even I know this one. It’s ‘We’re not orange, also not mango, and definitely not guava. We are OMG.’ Their handclap was the fanciest. While clapping their hands and knees, they go ‘O-O O-O-M-G’ or something like that.







Look, here's the complete list of who's who. No, I can't realyl read it as well. As for who's hands are those, that shall remain a mystery.

I just found out that I don't suck at remembering names, I suck at remembering Chinese names.








Abseiling

Nope, no pictures here. Not with me, anyway.


Abseiling was fine, nothing too special. I done it every time I went to camp. Abseiling is this thing where you climb down a slope, not up. A loose string in my glove got caught and I had to pull it out and that was pretty much it.


It looked like it was about to rain all the time, but, thank the sky, it didn't. Well, not yet, that is.





Dinner

After that, we ate. Food was good and all. There was fry chicken. Veggie wasn't so much of my taste, but then again, it's me.

All teams ate together, no mixing, which was fine with me. And again, we were told to keep our ribbons safe by our team leader. We were reminded constantly.





CCI

No pictures here as well.


CCI: LAS Camp, is as close a title you can get if you compare it with CSI: New York or something like that.

First off, the excos did a performance for us, which was maybe a little better than their dance. That performance started off where they had a new friend but that friend was found dead one day and no one knew which of the seven killed him/her (I can’t remember). The seven of them were blamed for killing that friend for many reasons. (i.e. stolen shih tzue, taken food, being hit but unable to do anything and all that.) So, we have to solve that mystery.

Each team was given one piece of paper giving instructions and telling us what possible place and weapon was used and also the possible murderer. We had to collect seven clues and solve the puzzle behind to solve the murder.

To start us off, we received a green coloured clue, and sadly enough, we flipped it back and solved the puzzle, which we were specifically told not to do until we collected all seven clues and return. Partly my fault since I was the one that solved it. We ended up at the lake and after some time of searching, we found out and went off to the registration building or whatever you call it. First slope of the camp, as it said. Yeah, we spent a token after a vigorous amount of searching only to discover it was on a tree, which I find rather disturbing since they warned us not to shine at the trees (How ominous can you get?), making us think that there would be nothing to do with trees. They later told us that we weren’t supposed to shine at the leaves. Ever since then, we were paranoid that clues may be hidden on trees. During the time we were searching, we found two teams’ clues.

I’m not very sure where we went after that but everything went smoothly and we used another token. There were a few memorable moments then. We were in the canteen, searching like hell for that clue, and being told that it was easy after some time made us crazier. We were then given a clue.

“What was the last thing you touched?” Our exco asked, pointing to a team member. We were so tired of looking in the same area that she forgotten what was the last thing she touched. Eventually she remembered it as a pot plant. Of which every single member seemed to have searched. The clue was at the lowest leaf/branch, whatever you called it.

We were running to camp and then—

“CRAP!”

That would be me, and my left leg. Which was left bare as the mud stole my slipper.

“Holy crap(!)” I hopped back to where the mud’s victim was before pulling it out.

I didn’t mean to curse so much, what with all the humans around, but I tell you, it was reasonable. I ended up washing my leg with my water bottle when we got back to camp since going to the nearby toilet would be out-of-the-way.

Well, we had all seven clues but on the front of the seventh clue, it said seven-eleven. The only place on camp that is anything like seven-eleven was the souvenir shop, which we foolishly went to and spent all our time on.

Eventually we returned with not any more clues and begun solving it. I did most of the stuff that included English but I was useless when it came to who was the murderer since they asked questions like ‘who was a nurse?’, ‘who’s Korean?’, ‘who’s an ex-librarian?’ and ‘white time carrier’. That one didn’t make any sense to me. It was a watch, apparently…

In the end, the only thing all teams got wrong was the murderer. It happened at the souvenir shop and the weapon used was a pair of scissors. Murderer: I forgot… But I might know who it is if you point me to her. I know it’s a her… This is much longer than I thought…





How Much Did You Observe?

After that, we were asked to line up in four lines with our teams. After we were asked to pick a member that is quick and ha great observation skills, they were asked questions. Questions like 'What's the name of the bus driver?', 'What's the bus plate number?', and 'what was the name of the actors in the movie we watched ealier on?'. And now you know what I meant.

Our team was the worst and Royal wass the best but after another team got marks deducted for something I forgotten, we were fine.

Sleep Well

Or try to, anyway.

Man, the forest floor (Well, not really) can be really, really hard. I'm happy to say that with the free time I had before, I cleaned up the tent a little with my fan (Who knew it had other uses?). Of course, it didn't help the smell however much I fanned it out wince it just returns like a mosquito. With the moon above, we eventually slept, ignoring the whispered conversations around us.

Night Watch

Ah. We had night watch from four to six.

I was surprised when I emerged from my tent. Before, it was bright and you can see beyond the stream beside our camp despite the light shining right at us, and the moon was so bright, you can see the light and shadows on the clouds surrounding. But now, no moon, and what little amount of stars there were before was gone. Seeing even the river was impossible. I was hoping to get a glimpes of dawn on our night watch but no luck there as well.

And it was cold. Having no jacket, I used a towel. After a while, me and a friend went to the toilet and when I returned, I found someone's green ribbon on the ground.

'Hey. Who's is this?' I kept repeating something like that a few times but didn't check my own wrist since I was sure mine was secure. Just to make sure I took a glance and found out it was mine that ws missing. Bleh.

After night watch, we slept for minutes before waking up.

Well, that's the end of Day 1 or the begining, whichever.

Friends Madness

Friends: The One Where No One's Ready

Just a small part of it from the episode called 'The One Where No One's Ready' from season three episode two.
Try it. It's funny even though you may not get some parts. Well, some of you, which could be very very little.
The plot centers on Ross's--the one wearing the tux--anxiety as his friends take too long getting ready for a function that evening. That's pretty much it but how can they make a twenty minute show out of that? Watch. It's funnier than it sounds.

I didn't put the first episode of season one since it's not that funny, good as it is.
Friends revolved around a group of friends in the area of Manhattan, New York City, who occasionally live together and share living expenses. At first, Monica, the overly clean one, and Pheobe, the weird one, lives together in the same apartment. Joey ,the not-so-smart one, and Chandler, the funny one, lives opposite of them in the same appartment and it'll only be later on that we learn how did they end up together. Ross, Monica's brother, lives in a building right beside and his appartment is viewable through Monica and Pheobe's window. Rachel had no where to live in the begining. That was pretty much where did they all live at first.