Y Sunday, March 18, 2007
12:30 pm
Ahhhh.So glad to be back home again. Stop asking me why I turned up for the camp. But I'm gonna let y'all know why anyway.
Short story: I come and go as I please.
Long story: I was supposed to pass Cliffy something, but... when I stepped onto the school gates, I realized I didn't bring it! How awesome. So anyway, when I met up with the rest, I found out there was supposed to be a barbeque.
Conclusion: Unless you like starving half to death, do not trust school barbeques. I had a grand total of... 1 otah. That's right. Every Sec 1 had their fill of bee hoon, otahs and satays. Some even went for second helpings. Not that I mind... it wasn't that good anyway. Besides, we'll be calling for McDonald's later =D.
So, after dinner (if you can call a couple of marshmellows and one piece of otah dinner.) we did our talent time, appropriately titled "Say No to Comm".
I loved the skit so much I said yes to being a guest star! Everyone put up convincing acts. There was no mistake on who was poking fun at who. Hilarious.
Still, it was just a build up to the main event for the day. (spilling over to the next day.)
THE NIGHTWALK!
Rofl. Bobby, Blim, Chester (and his 2 TKSS friends, lol) came just to scare Sec 1s for the nightwalk.
Originally, we were supposed to tie a raffia strong to the toilet door knob, paste the checkpoint paper onto said toilet door. When the unfortunate chap approaches to sign on the paper, we'd yank the string. Said door would then swing open with a bang, revealing a doll drenched in light stick fluid sitting on the toilet seat.
BUT! We had no string, so we changed the set up quite a few times. The "manipulating the doll with a string from behind the window" didn't work too well.
So we settled for leaving the doll on the toilet floor, with a light stick strapped on to it. Drenched with light stick fluid too, of course. Once a person steps into the toilet, and the door closes, Bobby'd play some freaky child lullabye sang by a little girl. Now that's some terrifying stuff.
Bobby, hiding behind a wall would boo. Wayne, lying on the metal covering above urinals would scream hysterically and bang on the... well, metal thingy.
Gawd, we had two Sec 1s running out crying, and countless more screaming emanating from the toilet. Mua hahaha. Most fun I had in a long, long time xD. But there was a slight hitch when it was the last walker's turn.
This coward takes 20 minutes per checkpoint. He checked the damn dustbin TWICE. Waving a light stick in it to check if someone's there to scare him. 40 minutes of persuasion couldn't get him in.
"Okay I knock twice then I count to 3 then you go in, okay?"
"Okay."
*Knocks twice.*
"One, two.."
"WAIT WAIT. My leg frozen cannot move."
WTF? Jesus. What a bloody exaggeration. I got pissed, switched on the lights and dragged his sorry screaming ass into the toilet, got him to sign.
"Congratulations. You're not even half a Victorian as compared to the others. EVERYONE has gone through this walk except for you."
"Sorry."
Sorry? Nah. I'm just feeling sorry for you.