Yups. it's official. Shawn's blog is dead. What he is trying to do is and some funk into it so it relives. At the moment, however, the blog is dead, so condolensences are much appreciated at the CIA headquarters, where the pitiful blog was electrocuted in a sofa with bits of copper attched to it.
*Bows head in reverance*
Onto today's funeral processions
CRV(Which stands for Cranky Repository Vehicle for those who don't understand)
Dumbshits its a 2 day chalet with half of the former 6/12 + Kimberly, who i remembered as a short girl with didnt like veggies.
Okok it started off great, with random playing cards and teaching everyone(actually just slime and the girls) how to play bridge, taiti, hearts and playing a game of saboteur. Then came the much awaited barbayque.
Then it started to drizzle. Then drip. Then half of Yahweh's bodily reservoir came down upon us like a yellow river. We were trying to get a damn fire started!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fire Making Toolkit includes:
Cow Shit
Charcoal
Butter and all sorts of animal oil
Lighter fluid
Slime, Shawn and Lim Jing blowing at the fire.(details coming)
When the charcoal started to light up, no doubt in thanks to the light fluid brought by commando slime, me and him started to blow. At the fire, lah! we blew and huffed and blew the house down!! Hold on, that strike me as odd. Oh yes, we huffed and we puffed and created a blazing fireball in the middle of a monsoon downpour. I cannot reiterate how proud i, being a outside noob, created a fire in such conditions, along with the allmighty SlimeRambo, ofcourse.
Pah. then came night. Obviously no hanky panky, 6/12 is smarter than that. some ppl watched V for vendetta past midnight while i just slept. i slept for 3 hours then the noise gang raving aobut the movie came and disrupted my sleep. Pah. Then i slept.
I must say the next morning was a very fulfilling time. We walked to the beach, and saw what i thought was a mirage when i was told it was our motherly water selling neighbour. I scorned at that but looked forward to the sunrise anyway. But before that happens, I must say gate climbing is realling a career i'd like to get into. You see, the gate was supposed to open at 6, but we were there and it was locked shut. We got to the decision to climb over it. My being the gymnast i am, got to try first. It was relatively easy. I cannot say the same for clare. My god i was like a scene out of a vampire flick except the vampire was a gate.
Nevermind that. After we figured that the sun was gonna show itself beside a bloody harbour, we decided to take jumpshots, which are like picture of you jumping for glee and apparently falling over. hehe. very bimbo, i thought, then we got to the point where i decided facial tics were fun to do. boy was i wrong. Some will understand me. I hope most won't
Then we went to play cards again. Then came what scared to little shit outta me. Bowling. Seeming suburban and fun, but never done beofre by this guy called Shawn. Suprisingly, he had the best score... of 77. well it was a start and 3 strikes isn't THAT bad right?
Nevermind, the day we invented something so great. The Fonthian counting system. Or was it Fonese. Nevermind. I wont reveal the details. But it does include wumbidil, which is indian for 9, you could have figured it out throught the bloody damn mrt message that keeps saying " wumbidil, wumbidil, wumbidil". And "ululullulululu", which stands for 11. We also tried out the mysterious ticking noise video, which i must say phailed so miserably that i can;t even say its a valiant effort. At least we had fun lol.
Then we watched poto. hehe if you don;t understand. An E6 made my day!!!! I love arias.
The next day i was stumped. I forgot everything that had happened on that day. Anyone fill me in?
I got alot to say to keep this blog breathing . Its getting late. Tmr, maybe?