Long Time No See

Gosh..it's been a LONG time since I've updated. The last blog post was on 26th August. I apologize unreservedly for my absence.

I have two lame reasons:

1. Exams

2. Refer to 1 

I'm really SORRY that I couldn't update. If you stopped reading my blog, that's okay. I deserve it. Whatever. No sense kicking myself now. I guess now I'll blog about my..recent..events?

26th August to 10th December:

Boringness all the way. Oh, I went for my school's 3 day 2 nights camp at the Singapore Zoo. It was pretty good, except for the:

1) Bathing arrangements

2) Weather

I guess the weather wasn't their fault. The clouds above Singapore have gone on a strike recently. But the bathing arrangements weren't very good. Each class (there were eight classes in total, with about 30-37 people each) had only 15 minutes to bathe. But I suppose they had to give us really little time. Sigh. We had to double up into small cubicles. And the worst thing was that were only three shower places (as in places with shower cubicles) in the zoo! One was in the male toilet, the other was in the female toilet, and the last one was unisex. The first day was so-so, I guess. I had to change really fast, though, but on the whole I was fine.


The second day, things were really hectic. Some idiot delayed everyone and we had to rush like mad. The boys started sneaking into the girls' toilets to bathe and waltzed out after that. Because of that, I had to wait even longer and even asked my form teacher if I could just skip the entire bathing process. She said we could bathe at night, but no one would be able to supervise us (I thought this was unfair; the teachers bathed at night - actually, my partner and I actually found our English teacher in the toilet drying her hair the first night - awkward!). SO we had to bathe.

By the time we actually got to the door of the toilet, there was even more rush - dinner started in fifteen minutes - so we asked if we could go to the boys' toilets. They said they had to clear the male toilets first - again, I thought this was unfair. The boys went in when there were girls!! But we had to wait. So after the male toilet was cleared, about eight girls (including me) doubled up and went to bathe in four cubicles.

It was horrible. The ground was grimy and dirty, and at one point when I stuck my leg in to rinse off some soap, I felt something hot hit my ankle. It was PEE!!!! MY PARTNER PEED ON ME! 

After I rid my leg of pee, we had to change. I changed uncomfortably - did I mention I absolutely detest changing while I'm wet? And my towel was wet from the previous day. And my partner forgot to bring a towel. We ran out of that hellhole two minutes later.

At least that night, we went over to the campfire. It was really fun, and the bonfire was awesome. 

And that's my story. I hope I've satisfied you guys. And I'll try to update frequently, but from the 14th to the 30th I won't be in Singapore - I'll be in Copenhagen, so these few days before I leave I'll try hard to entertain you guys with stories, okay?

Bye. 

You Can't Get Out

OMG, this is a really funny story.

One dark, windy night, the town drunk was meandering his way home after the bar closed. Somehow he got turned around and ended up walking through the churchyard instead of taking the road home.

The wind picked up and he thought he could hear a voice calling his name. Suddenly, the ground opened up in front of him, and he fell down, down into an open grave! He could hear the voice clearer now, calling to him. He knew it was the devil, coming for him just like the preacher said, on account of him being the town drunk.

The hole was very deep and inside it was pitch black. His eyes adjusted to the darkness after a few moments, and he made out a form sitting in the darkness with him. It called his name, and he scrambled away in fear, trying to climb out of that terrible grave. Then the figure spoke. "You can't get out," it said.

The drunk gave a shout of pure terror and leapt straight up more than six feet. He caught the edge of the hole in his hands, scrambled out, and ran for home as fast as he could go.

Inside the open grave, his neighbor Charlie sighed in resignation. He'd fallen into the hole a few minutes before his friend and had thought that together they might help each other climb out. Now he was going to have to wait until morning and get the mortician to bring him a ladder.

Carnivorous

Jack was Jacques' "favourite pet'. In reality, his only pet. Or rather, his only surviving pet. Jacques' pets always seemed to die under mysterious circumstances and, more often than not, appeared in a suspicious-looking dish.
  The neighbourhood dogs all knew about Jacques' disgusting ways. Quincy, an older canine, advised Jack to take off running and never come back at the first chance from his home. According to this wise old mutt, Jacques was an insane person. Who was in a way, a child sadist. A murderer. Nothing but a cold-blooded murder. A torturer of the damned. If a demon could take human form, Quincy warned, it would be Jacques.
  But as everyone knows, dogs, once attached to their owner, stick with them for life. Dogs are not like cats, fleeing from danger and leaving their owners.
  Jacques was a great owner for the first six years. Then he changed. He changed. Not only physically, but mentally as well.
"The cursed pets of Jacques Uteger Flynn-Flyder never make it pass the sixth," Quincy swore. The other dogs joined in. "Yeah," they chorused. "Never pass the sixth. Leave while you can!"
  But dogs are as stubborn as they are loyal. Jack refused Quincy of any of the other canine's pleas to flee, flee while he could.
  Jacques became beating Jack frequently. He would whip out the cane and set off in pursuit. The first time, Jack was so shocked he leaped at Jacques, snarling. Jacques lashed out, but Jack easily blocked it. The cane's use now, Jack knew, was to defend. If it was poised to attack, it would be swift and jabbing, not whirling and insane. He snapped again, then took off running.
  When Mr and Mrs Flynn came back, Jacques pretended to cry and feigned pain. After listening to Jacques' twisted words, they beat Jack. Jack wanted to howl at the injustice. How unjust and cruel the world was! How foolish humans were!
  Jacques often tortured Jack for hours on end. Then one day, he just went too far. He burnt Jack with a joss stick and using a fork, jabbed the burnt flesh. Jack decided he had enough. No more playing Mr Nice Guy.
  He lunged.



When Mr and Mrs Flynn came back that day, Jacques was not at home. Jacques hated his parents and said he was going to run away, so they assumed he had made good his threat. They saw Jack munching on what they assumed was his new mutton dog food.


How wrong they were....

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