With the stifling atmosphere around me driving me close to the edge of slumber, i begin to find myself writing completely out of point in my econs essay, and damn, its only on the first paragraph.
Nevermind that anyway, so let's move on to the main course, JTS!
This account strives to be as objective as possible without the superfluous injections of personal feelings so...here goes.
Situated at the edges of salubrious housing estates in a small little pizza chain, a merry congregation dubbed as A12 were milling in a dimly lit yet cozy bar (oh well, i shall cut the melodrama).
So, we find ourselves mingling in the cramped tavern-like chamber, with chatty acquaintances and cherry bartenders lightening up the evening mood for one of merry and relaxation (this is beginning to sound like a pathetic narrative...shall try to stop it).
Tables laden with finger food and pizzas of immense proportions as well as a free flow of drinks begin to tease away whatever layer of frostiness that remained as hedonistic tendencies surfaced upon contact with the consumables (can't...stop...writing...like...this...).
In no time at all, the last vestiges of awkwardness melted away with the diet plans of many and it was then did JTS came to life.
It might as well had been an extortionate for anyone cared as the freshmen of the A12 cadre began to interact with their seniors with much enthusiasm, and the air was often punctuated by raucous laughter or rowdy exclamations at rueful jokes or humorous jests (fine, i will really stop writing like an idiot now).
Camwhoring was the theme of the evening as it virtually inducted everyone into participation, albeit with reluctance for some (oh heck, last sentence i promise).
Yet it was intriguing to note that only half of 09A12's male population turned up...but nonetheless Winston's arrival was with great fanfare.
Possessing stupendous entertainment value, he rushed in and decided that the top of his agenda was to make his $30 worth it assailed the pizzas with great gusto (pictures can be found below); and man, it sure was comical relief.
Foosball was also downright entertaining for 09A12 boys (those who played foosball anyway) had a seeming lack of subtlety and were prone to manhandling the players by making them execute ludicrous on-the-spot cartwheels in a bid to send the ball into the enemy's goal; and our seniors certainly did look mildly amused.
At 8pm however, we were forcibly evicted from the premises (note intensive hyperbole) and it we move out towards the bus-stops to embark on our next venture on the Saturday night.
Once again, Winston demonstrated his undisputed comical value by jumping into a shopping trolley and demanded to be pushed along like some toddler in a pram.
And for some inexplicable reason, a mangled piece of meat attracted plenty of attention as well (how weird are we?).
Upon reaching the bus stop...we hit the quandary.
Presented with 3 choices, namely Hwa Chong, Marina Bay and Clark Quay, there was indecision amongst A12 and we probably sweated gallons of water by standing in the humid night then.
Regardless, we finally decided on Hwa Chong and as we moved towards the overhead bridge, a 171 crashed the plan into smithereens.
Half the group (slightly more than half to be precise) boarded the bus and while Eeruey tried to negotiate but apparently, the bus driver had little patience for whatever conversation we might have and shut the doors in his face before revving away (no, not rev it up) with uncaring brusqueness.
So, the sundering began.
Calls were exchanged and destinations like "Serene Center" and "Newton MRT" were heard but for all the good it had, it was evidently disregarded. So, its from here in which the chronicling of events shall only include the visit to IRC, because i obviously was not at Newton MRT or wherever they chose to go.
So what can you do at IRC? Pool and LAN duh -.-"
Girls took the former, boys went with the latter.
Anyway the senior team beat the junior team, gg.
Then went home at 10+.
Pardon me for the sudden lack of enthusiasm but if you would note, i did mention the weather is horrible and its indeed affecting me adversely.
Hmm, so that's JTS for you...and i know it probably sounds terribly boring coming from someone like me...i was never a terrific writer when it came to blogging anyway.
I guess ending off with reminders on the heck load of work everyone has would be good...
CSE: Yes, confront your fears about having to read (or doze) through the 80+ pages worth of notes...there is going to be 2 seminars this week i guess.
History: Write your essays, i know you love to (sarcasm intended).
Chinese: Mug for the test tomorrow morning (its too late now anyway) and do those reflections.
Hmm, i guess the rest have been mentioned already, so i shall skip them.
P.S. I make a preposterous class blogger
we rocked @ 2:44 PM
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