I went for Arts Camp. It was extremely tiring and I have bloody weird tan lines now. I have random stripes on my shoulder where I forgot to put sunblock. Also I met a lot of people who all now think I'm a secret clubber.
I'M NOT. On thursday I went to a club. It's been agreed that we didn't go clubbing, because when we got there we discovered it was an underage party and nobody knew how to dance or have fun and they were all drinking coke while we got high on Martell.
DISCLAIMER: OMG I DON'T EVEN GO CLUBBING THAT OFTEN IT WAS JUST BECAUSE WE HAD 2 HALF-FINISHED BOTTLES THERE and actually I don't even know what I was doing there other than being drunk.
I can't even remember half of Arts Camp because I spent it in a sleep-deprived stupor.
Oh yes. Benita was in my OG, which culminated in both of us coincidentally writing entire page-long odes to each other on the last day's autograph booklet things. We hit upon the genius policy for Fright Night which is: If you scream nonstop it's not scary any more because you're already screaming. I'm serious, it works.
I am also rather traumaed by FASS guys (or on second thought people in general). It appears that none of them are even remotely the kind of guys I hang out with. Even in MJC the sporty insane (read: ODAC/wushu) dudes in my class were still extremely geeky. I had zero idea how to communicate with them because they were basically jocks. omgwtfbbq
Example SP activities. SP = Secret Pal = basically speed dating. They made me talk to 5 guys blindfolded.
Guy #1: Shooting.
Guy #2: Canoeing.
Guy #3: Basketball.
Guy #4: Basketball-but-wants-to-be-in-canoeing.
Guy #5: Shooting.
I was seriously wondering if some of them were actually counsellors and kidding with me, but apparently not. WTF IS THIS? It was a toss-up between Guy #5 (because he's from MJC) and Guy #1. In the end Guy #1 and I chose each other because we both take KI and it's a solidarity/superiority thing, I guess.
Oh my god and then it just went horrific from there because I realised Guy #1 was basically Chunyong replacing mathsgeek with ridiculously happening photography things.
It made me feel sliiightly better that even credentially cool people (CY: SC president, guitar, over 9000 As, pilot, extremely cute family) can sink to the level of going Y U NO FINISH PORTAL 2 at me every week or so even though I accidentally dao him most of the time.
But no it was still harrowing. HELLO JC SYSTEM! Y U lead me to believe guys are all geeky flaccid derps and prepare me for life around them AND THEN throw me into the midst of all these cool lifeful people? HELLO NUS! Y U no put me in Computing where all my soul brothers are?!
So I was 'socially exhausted' (-Benita) by the last day and just went home and crashed. After that was Cosfest. Like the next day.
Yes, yesterday when I got home after weeks of not being home at sane hours, my sister went "Whoa is that really you? I haven't seen you in AGES." Followed by my brother, who was actually to blame because he was in his room the whole time and it wasn't my fault he didn't want to come out. NPI.
For the first time in my life I stayed over in the chalet which was rather awesome, other than the part where I dropped a beer in the doorway trying to get at my Soya Bean Milk* (I am clearly such a good girl!) and it stayed there smelling like puke for the next 2 days.
I was Mahou Pink of Mahou Sentai Magicka Rangers for day one. Highly resent being pink by the way, I was supposed to be green but was too lazy to finish my shit by CF so one of the other dudes lent me his robes. It was utter bull because I tried to rush a staff overnight and was too damn lazy to finish it.
Also I (not really, I lost track of my camera for a really long time there and it came back with the film all gone, so the last 5-10 shots are by other people) finished my 2nd roll of redscale film, so you're about to get a lot of crazy photos.
Must point out though: it's best feeling ever to do a cosplay where your face can't be seen. Though I still have the reflex see-camera-must-derpface. SO RELAXING plus you can chat while the cameras are going off.
Day 2 was my troll BRS. Basically I've never wanted to cosplay BRS for anything other than photoshoots because I sincerely do not want to walk around in a bikini top. So after 30 seconds of jumping around the room in the proper attire, I chickened out and put a shirt on and just went out in my jacket.
The main reason I went home to get my BRS stuff was to get my (male) friend my High Priestess dress. But I couldn't find it. I truly madly deeply have no fucking idea where the damn thing went. The state of my room was sorely unlivable after I ransacked it but I still don't know whether I lent it to someone or sold it or it just got eaten by my cupboard. It's befuddling.
I had a total mental breakdown on Sunday night and was saved by Reifes McFail.
Apparently, in the meantime, this happened:
Screw this, it's getting harder and harder to blog without mentioning people, but everyone is so sensitive nowadays I can't say anything without worrying about getting passive aggroed a bit later. D: I AM SURE MCFAIL IS OKAY THOUGH CAUSE HE IS AWESOME
It's creepy, the contrast between Craig David's singing/speaking accents.
Howait. I must say, the past few weeks have been fraught with drama even though I thought I'd brainwashed myself into being a chillax dao blob of putty. Things are looking up though.
And this weekend looks like another insane chiongster one, what with the OG outing and A.GEP.Dinner and loads of strange things like my cousin (who is the same age as me) getting married.
FUNFUNFUNFUN LOOKING FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND. Uh not really I'm so sleep deprived I might just flop over and die soon.
*Soya Bean Milk. I'm spamming it nonstop nowadays because of my cosplay plans:
STGCC (Aug): Annie - LoL
AFA (Nov): Blue Rose - Tiger and Bunny (!!! HELP ME)
Misc. events (is EOY still around?): Horo - Spice and Wolf
I might also skip O Week because I need a) boobs and b) to stay out of the sun. >_>
MY LOVE MAY BE COLD BUT IT'S PUT YOUR CRIME ON HOLD okay shut me up now.
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