Interesting Happenings As Of Late

» Written on November 10, 2006 at 7:53 AM «

Have indeed occurred in my vicinity.

I have only just returned from a 2 day, 2 night class chalet, held at the Aloha Changi branch of chalets which are worth about a 45-minute trip from the comforts of my home. Or 30 if I run. Not to imply that I spent the night at a small, cramped terror house, of course; the last bus leaving the compound back to the safe confines of civilization departs promptly at 2145 hrs every evening.

Those of you who have actually been following the sad tale of my life may wonder, at this point, as to why I actually turned up for the chalet in the first place at all, and for two whole days, at that. The answer, as I will say, is the same as why I chose to design that T-shirt for my tuition class as well, even though it was unappreciated by most in the end, it served my purpose: to ensure that I could continue living within that shell you call a human body.

If you insist on layman’s terms, of course, I have a phrase that will gladly suffice that purpose, too. I cannot allow myself to be completely uncaring and apathetic towards every single little happening to those around me, even when I could care less whether or not they got Fs or As in their tests. It’s the same reason I stopped all those months ago to help a poor lad who got beat down onto the cold hard ground of the road by someone wearing a white collared shirt, while on my jog. It is not, however, the reason why I stopped jogging during June, and practically slacked my way until even the days of now. The reason why I still struggle with fitness these days.

With waking up.

Ahem.

The chalet itself was quite, ah, uninteresting on the first day of its commencement, due to the fact that practically everyone had forgotten everything other than the essentials. While this may still be acceptable had it been a camp, this was a friggin’ chalet, and such tolerances grow thin. In the end, with a pair of non-functional speakers and a working PSP (mine), with no other distractions available, it became inevitable that I would have to learn the ancient game of mahjong from my fellow classmates. That was interesting, but now I understand how old people get dementia. It’s not from lack of the mind games they play, but the over-thereof of it. Honestly. I can’t imagine how people go at the table for 3 hours straight and still endure its caresses of tiles. It’s just mind-boggling.

The D50 did provide some inital enthusiasm of course (nickname ‘Sniper’ was assigned to me. Funny.), but as the day grew late, and the night grew longer, I was eventually tasked with the job of informing the small group (plenty of people never showed up) that I, too, was about to leave with the sun’s demise, amid a chorus that I might be back the next day, with supply drops.

The next day did arise, and, seeing as it didn’t rain or thunder, I thought, why the fuck not?

So out came the SEGA Dreamcast which I hadn’t tested in a million years (my earlier post came to nothing, alas), and off I lugged it back to the chalet. Whereupon Marcus, my Project Work team leader and classroom clown, gave me the wrong timings for the shuttle bus that would shuttle me to the chalet in record time, inevitably lengthening my journey in terms of time and effort (I was dropped off about 8 times the distance I would have to walk had I managed to catch the shuttle bus.)

Great.

The Dreamcast, along with my Tablet PC and D50 managed to rapture the attention of otherwise bored-to-death individuals with a few rounds of Marvel VS Capcom. Whereupon I discovered that I had somewhat overestimated the capabilities of human beings; is there not a single soul who uses a computer who has never heard of Down, Down-Forward, Forward, Plus Punch? They really need to buy some of my T-shirts.

Which reminds me. I’ve been, ah, requested to design a class tee at the behest of one of the lookers in my class, upon the apparent capabilities which have somehow exuded themselves. I doubt I will accept such a freelance assignment this time round, what with Hard Life and my commitment to other projects, but of course, to act like the ass I am, I gave a sort of assurance that I might be willing to look into it.

…Yes, here’s an obligatory shot of the class. (without me in it, ha! Good thing I brought my monopod instead of my tripod.) Some people are still missing, of course, though a few turned up in the night just in time for the barbecue. Damn freeloaders.

…If anyone from my class is reading this, that was a joke. Please do not sue me.

That was also a joke.

EDIT: The full album of pictures is available here, I almost forgot. Now let me sleep, damnit.

Now it’s time to move on to the bed which is handily positioned in the other room before my head actually smashes into my LCD screens. Both of them, no less. Maybe I should stop staring at the PSP’s screen so closely when I’m playing Killzone: Liberation, but goddamn, is that screen beautiful or what.

I realize I should actually be working on Hard Life, but wait, damnit. One man can only do so many things in a day.

Oh, Chiff got a job, got fired from it, and got a new one. A waiter, without doubt.

   

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