Monday, December 22, 2008



CCIS Carolling was shooper dooper great.

Quick summary of the event, not going to do one of those dreadfully long-winded posts because I just don't feel like it.

KKMC Basses are the shizz, drowning out everyone else. 40+ year old men acting like mischievious little kids and teasing the poor descant trio. Said descants hit high notes like no one's business. F6s are like huge blasts of sperm-demolishing radiation. E2s are the love, sung to be felt, not heard. Altos seem like inferior-sopranoes/sopranists, but still have way interesting melodies. Tenors get super nice passages with high tessituras. D5/E5/F5 rape my throat but are heckloads of fun to try and hit. BryanK and JonZ kept asking me to sing the tenor passage without using falsetto. Evil much? A certain someone asked me to become a counter-tenor, I almost died on the spot. No way I can sing counter-tenor properly. Although it'd be interesting to try; a range of E2 to F5, 3 octaves, super cool. Still, nah. D4s are already airy.

Carolling at Orchard itself was great. Surrounded by basses, could only hear basses, although this was the general trend for every section. Photographer/videographer dopes with their gargantuan spotlights blinding us were for the lose. Couldn't see auntie Judith conducting at all because of their fake suns. Joy to the World and Hark! The Herald Angels Sing got kinda screwed up because of this.

House-to-house was fun. 3rd house only needed 20 people, so LiXin, huggylicious Darius and I got all of the remaining youths and adults to play Pass the Handsign. Confusing video much, LiXin and I couldn't even remember the handsigns, and we were first haha. Had some really really weird results. KKMC adults are super duper rich can? Like mega ultra huge houses. Left Darius and I gaping.

Ate 2 eclairs at the last house, one choc and one coffee. sinful, must repent. darius didn't control me : ( must lose weight!

stayover in church with Joshy, BryanK, JonZ, Darius, Yingcredible Hock, Annette, Priscilla, Rebekah and Johanna was ^^. Much ado about something in the guys toilet. s-s-s-s-scandalous scandalous scandalous. found out some weird bathing habits about the guys hoho, including a very delicious and scandalous recount of a past experience in the toilet hurhur. blackmail material! slept at 2 after talking about Madagascar I/II, Underworld (:Evolution) and Experiment 626. scratch that, only fell asleep at 3, stupid retainers so uncomfortable. woke up many many times during the time whenever someone adjusted the air-con. finally got up at 7 and went with darius to brush teeth. everyone thought we eloped to commit the next big sexcapade. it's a church, we have that amount of self-restraint at the least! now if it were youth camp again, that'd be a different matter altogether hurhur.

breakfasted at the nearby kopitiam, the porridge there is excellent. weird morning breakfast conversation, drug smuggling and the various places to hide them. apparently people put them up where the sun never shines. some ladies shove them into their hair or into their va-jay-jays, which is even more disturbing. ate as fast as i could before i lost my appetite, which ended up being quite fast anyway.

sang for youth worship for the second time. awesome songs. went off-key, i blame the extensive singing the night before, i was fine during the friday prac haha. couldn't maintain the note and kept wavering as a result. I got nervous and wavered more, leading to more nervousness which resulted in even more wavering. i shook it like a polaroid picture and jell-o. not good. quite little people this week since a significant number went for mission trip.

lifegroup was fun -> lincoln came. there was much suanning, wailing and gnashing of teeth from the bb boys to the yenhow-clone. sang happy birthday for nat, wanted to throw him out of the window, but that was surprisingly considered inappropriate conduct.

i fell asleep during service. so tired. saba and shixian the small delicious chinese cake came. left at 12.30 for dim sum lunch with parents at serangoon garden jumbo seafood. delish. back at home, grandchased and soul-calibur for a while, then dozed off for about an hour. had the much-missed sesame oil chicken from ye olde kopitiam for dinner, then chatted until 1 before sleeping.

woke up at 7, ugh, way too early. played soul calibur as usual. it rained, really heavily. mum called back to ask me to take in the hanging clothes and tape her show. i taped her show and took in the hanging clothes, in that order. mysteriously, they were drenched when i got down 5 minutes later. oh well, some things just can't be helped.

had lunch with yongyong and davis at tampines mall seoul gardens. the oil was evil, kept splattering on us. none of the other tables had the problem, i concluded that it was karma. not mine of course, i only have good karma. very good karma. teriyaki and coffee chicken were delish. curry and tom yum were kinda good. the beef was somewhat tough, but that could have been because i was a pussy and terrified to flip the cooking meat for fear of hot oil being hurled at me. seriously, i was just sitting there and one drop popped out and landed on my lip. speaking of pop, there was an oil bubble and it popped with quite a loud sound. yongyong and i were very O.o. passed them their souveneirs finally. they accepted the boomerangs with much gratitude and then discussed the best way to launch it at me. Judas-es.

Went Yamaha after that. bought a nice pop-song book for like $45, then went around for yongyong to do christmas shopping. mini-toons was crowded like hell, super claustrophobic. second-hand air is unhealthy. davis and i snuck back out to wait for the yongyong then took 22 home. fell asleep, but ride still seemed really long.

had oxtail for dinner. ugh, so full, couldn't eat much.

tomorrow's lunch with yitong, elaine and alphonsus at airport's fish and co. gah, going broke soon. still gotta buy christmas prezzies for the churchies!

rawr, anyway, soul calibur 4 calls. and i need to bathe too. quite a long entry as it turns out, but disjointed and disorganized like anything. oh well, sucks to be this blog. tag pl0x