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Wednesday, December 22, 2004


I'm feeling cranky right now and it's probably got to do with the fact that I had less than two hours of sleep last night. And also from the sudden realisation that I practically squandered my entire holidays away doing things that weren't planned out properly, and wasting a lot of precious free time, that I will probably not encounter till two years later. But anyway I'd better start thinking happy thoughts before I end up moping and whining (again).

Well, it was my first and last CO chalet I guess, in all my 4 years as a secondary school student. The company was good, mahjong was bloody heavy, junk food was (more or less) aplenty and drinks were being consumed at an unimaginable rate. All in all, the chalet was fun, and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Had macs for lunch with cg before meeting them at bedok mrt station and going to costa sands where on the first day we went there, we marvelled at the (minute/insignificant/puny) amount of space there was for us to sleep, eat and play. We immediately identified the only table of a decent size as the mahjong table and set up to play. =) We taught erm a lot of people, like huiling, angie and the sec 3s, essentially jiao-ing huai the poor people, whom of course decided that mahjong was immensely fun and got somewhat addicted to it throughout the course of the next few days. We essentially played cards and mahjong till dinner time (or else something happened that I don't remember and apparently isn't significant enough for my memory to dig up after 2 hours of sleep) where we went to the erm hawker centre place to eat dinner. But the things there are seriously expensive, like some erm mantou with chilli crab SAUCE cost $2, and the mantous were tiny (imagine 1/3 the size of the palm of your hand). Then we went cycling! Or rather boonpin cycled me around on the double seater thing, since I couldn't cycle or find my balance. At first I was whimpering a lot and talking (for assurance) to take my mind off the moving bicycle, and I freaked when she went very fast... But after a while I sort of got the hang of it, and we went faster and faster, trying to overtake people and talking about stuff along the way. Essentially I felt better towards the end because I was more used to it, and I was the one peddling faster, so I sort of took over the determining of the speed when boonpin was tired. It also more or less inspired me to want to learn cycling again, which I sort of left to the next day. We went to the beach for a while and admired the very chio stars, the cool wind, took photos and talked for a while before going back to the chalet where we slept at erm 2 or 3am in the morning on a mattress on the floor (as in -counts- 6to8 people using the mattress as a pillow). It was quite uncomfortable actually, because I had to share the pillow with some other people (which I gave up doing after a while and abducted the blanket to use as a pillow) and my legs and body was kind of twisted in order to avoid the (mahjong) table legs as well as the chairs/stools under/around it.

Woke up at either 7 or 8 with a sort of crackable neck and bleary eyes. Had breakfast of nutella and bread which jiang chuan brought then played more mahjong. Then because the entire bunch of them rented many many many bicycles that day, boonpin had the arduous task of teaching me how to cycle, where I tried to erm balance myself without killing anyone and at the same time moving/peddling. My sense of balance was incorrigible and I barely managed to make it erm half a cycle (?) before falling over either to the left or right. I managed to get two erm enlarged veins between my index finger and thumb on both hands, little blue blacks on my left knee and a long line where the skin got scratched off on the back of my right leg, from the peddle if I'm not wrong. Met ying ying and xiwen after that (dizi you san que yi le... because sab was sick =( ) and whilst xiwen went to the arcade to play, ying ying and I went to the beach! Quite fun, sans the sun and the fact that when I finally found a nice spot to sit, the water would suddenly reach even higher and wet my wallet + clothes. After a while I gave up and walked in the water with ying ying, despite the salt water stinging the po pi part and we talked about lots of stuff. And I got sun burned! Again! Which means I'm somewhat red now once again, but the after sun lotion is near, so no fear. (It rhymes! Can you tell I don't have enough sleep and am going wonky?) Went back to play even more mahjong, read hong lou meng and erm play mahjong till BBQ time. I was really really lucky in the afternoon, since I kept winning, but xiwen didn't win a single round in the afternoon. But at night she started winning lots of rounds and erm pity my poor tiles that got whacked about, oiled, sticky-fied and pao mian-ified. Essentially I came home to xi pai later by soaking it in warm soapy water to get rid of all the oil and salt from the chips. The juniors were absolute darlings in that once they got the fire going (which took nearly forever), they kept bringing in food to stuff us whilst we were being dua pai and sitting at the table, with the aircondition from the room above, television above the fridge and people bringing food in whilst we continued playing mahjong. The food was quite yummy, although the satay was all mutton and tasted a bit odd... But the chicken wings were nice! And cooked! Plus the sotong balls and crab sticks. Obviously the person who came up with the concept of BBQ-ing was no vegetarian... The dizi people went out for a walk and more talking before returning to the chalet to play...yup you guessed it, more mahjong. Angie is such a cute mahjong player!!! She opens her cards and puts it in different rows before arranging, and has to leave little gaps between the cards that she has arranged nicely so that she can see better, whilst the rest of us attempt to guess what cards she needs and whether or not she ting pai le. And halfway through the night/morning they figured out a fantastic way of eating marshmallows with nutella sans bananas and heat. Essentially Angie is a very cute mahjong player, and Huiling is a damn amusing one... She was trying to teach Daphne how to play, and when I threw a jiu tong, she very confidently shouted chi, and took the card, put it down, and took out qi and ba suo to put beside it... Or course she realised it soon after we gave her weird looks and funny comments. We played till erm 4 plus when the juniors came in to take over whilst we played cards in the air conditioned room upstairs. Then we switched levels and angie + sec 3s were upstairs and about to sleep/gossiping/playing cards, while the three dizi people were downstairs and half falling asleep. Or at least I was... I slept in another very weird position, sitting on the chair, with both my legs propped up by another stool and my head on my arms on the mahjong table whilst somehow managing to hug my hong lou meng book and jacket. Needless to say I woke up in the morning with pins and needles all over my legs and hand that I squished for the erm 2+ hours. Apparently I remember waking up in between to talk, but because I was sleepy, I was rambling and no one paid me much attention... Oh well, probably nothing very constructive to say anyway.

Next morning we woke up at 7 plus in the morning, and the 3 dizi people went out for a walk again to wake ourselves up. I was feeling grumpy and wanted to sleep more... Plus no one really felt like moving a lot at all, so we went back to the chalet rather quickly, where everyone packed up in erm record time and sat on the first floor talking/gossiping as usual until 8 plus where we went to catch the shuttle bus home...

Whilst I was actually planning on catching up on sleep when I got home, I went to meet cg at hc to erm hand out christmas cards and eat lunch! Then we went shopping and I finally bought a skirt that I think doesn't look odd any more or WEPish... And somehow or another we lost track of the time (quite typical) and managed to not finish walking around far east by 1730, because we went tangs and erm isetan in taka first for fun.

-points above- Nearly all narration, since I don't feel like elaborating anymore and shall drown myself in self pity and lament about the horrid waste of my holiday, which could have been better spent:

1) Trying out how taking private dizi lessons would be like
2) Actually getting a job + earning spare cash
3) Learning a new language/skill
4) Finishing Hong Lou Meng
5) Starting on JC stuff, which I will be doing tomorrow anyway
6) etc.