The Ripped Soul

Hey all. Sorry for not updating. Been too busy past few nights and days. If it ain't church stuff, it's family. And church stuff just ain't choir alone. I was like, juggling 3 things at one go. That is, before the chalet. After the chalet, I'm just left with two. A night in bethlehem, and choir practices. Then there was the Aloha! photoshoot and of course, other parties. Like SVDP and such. Sucks.

Anyway, the chalet. It went.. well? I think. I know the game I hosted - charades - was wrong. Phrases too long, clues unimaginable to act out, then there were shit-easy clues...... sigh. Sorry guys. Other than that.. well. Daryl fell sick, Fonz got drunk, everyone found out Auggy had shingles, we made SO much noise on the first night that someone complained and made us have a warning that if we were to rececive another complaint, we'd be evicted immediately, and well. Blossom got all angry and emotional with me when I wanted to venture out to The Red House of Pasir Ris with Daryl and Dicky.

I didn't get to, though, if that's what you're thinking. Nick was screaming at us to get back, so we headed back.

Other than that.. it was quite the same. Like a normal kinda gathering. Laugh here, laugh there, making fun of people, bitching, eating, drinking, getting drunk, getting high, singing, gossipping, having fun.

Oh, and we found a new game to play, instead of having play Captain's ball every single time. Touch RUGBY! Fun to some, barbaric to many. I got threatened by Ben and Randall that they'd spear me, Andrea got speared by Zac 3 times, and everyone had fun. Hah.

And the last thing about the chalet? When Ernie, Marion and I had our showers at the public shower room, we were singing carols and parts. Guess what? Someone actually walked up to Marion and said WE SOUNDED GOOD.

Heard that, YOU OLD HAG WITH THE LIBRARY FULL OF SHIT REMARKS? WE SOUNDED GOOD, you ASS-HOOOOOOOOOLE.

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So that's the chalet. Other than that.. running around being Dawn's assistant for the photoshoot, breaking into church time and again non-stop, watching movies with the guys, bitching about some people, trying to stop thinking so much, still pondering on whether or not to join Sg Idol, wishing and trying so f**king hard that my mother would stop telling the whole world to get me to go to sec 5, trying to remember my what-to-do list on some days...

this holiday ain't just another sit back and relax kinda thing.

I'm F**KING hell busy. Thank God I don't have a job. Yet.