/ Saturday, September 16, 2006
Back at last, well, I apologise for not updating these few days. All right, for once, I'll not go through the usual nitty-gritty introduction and go straight to the point, which is, most of you should know, that I had a chalet, and only 2 words can describe it. Sucked and Disappointing
Well, maybe it's because of that I've high expectations. But what happened there, was totally outta what our minds can fathom. To think that the entire chalet is spoilt by a wuss. Yea, damn wuss!!
Sheesh! It's bad enough that for both days, bicycles were not avaliable already, and normally when that happens, contigency plans are required in order to keep the chalet going and not feel bored out there. I had awhole list of games we could play, but well, most of 'em involves balls and guts. Unfortunately, a certain wuss didn't, and well for good reason too. Normally, BIG guys with BIG mouths and LOUD voices normally come with SAGGING and EMPTY balls. And so, simply sum it up, well, the equation would be, Pussy + Wimp = Wuss .
Should I go into details of what happens? Hmm...
Well, on the first night, well, initially planned to go for night cycling but unfortunately, we went late and the kiosk is closed. So, we decided to have some fun. And so, we went to the maze to play catching. Well, Me and Zai was initially planning to go in pairs, and should anything happen, we split up. But that wuss was adamant on going in 3s, it's like fucking hell, is he really that ball-less? And that's not the worse. He didn't want to walk the front, back or middle. He wanted all 3 of us to walk side by side, and in a maze somemore! How the fuck are we suppose to run like that? Ask him to keep a look out at the back, he also scared. What the hell. Wuss man, and when it's his turn to be the "catcher", he gave all the fucking excuses of he thought someone else was caught. FUCK MAN! Face it, BE A MAN! YOU WUSS! And so, that concludes the game of catching in the maze. And so, we decided to pay the famous Red House a visit.
Well, Nini and me were planning to climb over the gates and enter, but unfortunately, that wuss(again!) keep asking us to go back to that freaking chalet! Hells, and this time gave excuses being spooky and all. Ball-less Freak! Well, but afterwards, i was like saw a black figure in a distance and kept staring, and marcus was like freaking out. Haha! Sorry marcus! And so, we went back to the chalet, well, we decided to pla 'Cheat'. Well, apparently that wuss had never played that game before. And he was like, using his BIG mouth and LOUD voice to play the game. Laughing at others who was like, well 'losing' the game in the beginning. But giving all sorts of excuses like, if he didn't put this card or that card, he would've won. The "Daniel-Attitude", as jur would've known, too bad he's in camp. Wussy! I was already so damn irritated, and i was like, "If you think you had the balls to go with that big frame of yours, open the fucking cards, you fucker!"
And so, that concludes the end of the first night.
Welcoming the 2nd day, was kinda funny thought, we slept till every late and my hp was like ringing, lol woke everyone up! Haha! Sorry guys!
And as fate would've struck it, all the bicycles were rented out! Gosh! That means nothing to do! Sucks man. Well, still had a bbq, and my stomach was getting funny after a few, well un-cooked chicken wings. After that, we played catching within the chalet compound and started of with me and marcus as the 'catchers'. As i was chasing that wuss, he's like damn wuss! Come chalet still wanna wear his branded and expensive clothes. Well, when people play catching, we tend to pull the person's shirt. Well, and that wuss was making a loads of noise when i pulled his. Totally spoilsport. And well, it's suppose to be his turn to be the catcher, and as usual, gave the normal excuses. Sheesh! Wanted to play blind mice in the chalet, there was like at least 9 of us, and the room is so bloody small, it's damn easy for the 'blind' catcher to catch one person, and that wuss again didn't want to play, said there might be someone hanging suddenly from the top or something like that, couldn't be bothered to remember his lame shit. So, didn't play. When we were telling ghost stories, that wuss kept imploring us to change topic, into something funny or happy. Crap!
And so, that concludes my chalet of 3 days.
P.S I apologise for the use of swear words, but i was really too pissed with that wuss. Well, once bitten, twice shy.
/Hopped!
3:51 PM
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