The Next Day

1:13pm Saturday 4/March/2006

I didn't get enough sleep. Last night, after writing the Late Friday post on paper, Randy and his friends were singing late into the night and after uselessly trying to sleep on the couch with my feet propped on the TV counter, i rolled off and used my bag as a pillow.

Stupid. They're still at it now.

We're taking a mid-day rest in the terrace. Paul is bathing, Fletcher is watching a Hindi movie and Randy, Aslan and Hasfah are singing wonderfully out-of-tune songs. How out-of-tune? Let's just say they're imitating Jaq of Malaysian Idol in a screechy high voice.

Morning was uneventful, save for the boring warmup (Guan Choi slipped and fell, flying some three metres and ending up with blood all over his hands and legs), a continuation of last night's presentation, and the Titanic.

We lost that one, no matter. I'm tired of thinking, and it was all that i could do to balance myself on a peice of wood (i have big feet, so falling would be an embaressment to big-foot-kind). Wandkey and Wilfred did, however fall off and fly - Wandkey being the more spectacular one and crashing into chairs. Again, not her fault. We placed the pieces of wood too far apart.

The rest was just plain boring. I still find Suh Hui annoyingly close minded, but i'm getting used to her. This time i'm using a more toned down method, but it doesn't matter because the whole group (with the exception of Chin Chin, coz she's just incapable of original thought) agreed on the same issue in the 'Passing Judgement' activity.

GTG. Its 1:24 now, and i have to get to the hall at 1.30.