22 hours of eating

Back from the 22-hr BIG camp, interspersed by two 21st birthday parties, a three-hr doze and a weightier frame.

Camp was small but cosy. An average of 10 people around at any one point of time; good interaction-knew more about more prople in 22 hours than throughout the semester, like who has a sweet tooth, who is lamer then the crippled, who has ears so long he resembles the corn, who is really a navigator...

Camp kicked off with a crashcourse on footwork mainly. Missed lunch, felt hungry halfway, had biscuits and cold milk and a chilled choc bar which costed 20cents extra cos it was chilled, ugh. Money-wringing stores in school. Continued with practice with the risk of misplaced mastified carbo along the food tract. Ended up smelly and sweaty, so a bath before another smelly-inducing event, the BBQ.

The food and clothe-smoking event started by the time I finished my sanitisation. Grilled cheese-tofu was nice and well, cheesey. Had to leave for a fren's party, where, not surprisingly, i was able to catch a few familiar faces. Went there together with two friends by cab, after much trekking and way-losing, yes, by CAb. Really thank you for being tolerant, I'm a jerk.

Had caterer's food, and a slice of the very pretty and nice cake, from BreadTalk. WAs the only one doing the eating in the group I was talking, ok, listening to. Then went back to school, where I had dessert in the second-half of the BBQ. Very, very nice marshmallows, burnt outside and silky smooth inside. Had n times serving, sugar rush.

Then commencement of the underground gambling dens took place, with the usual brain-wrecking bridge and duh magic and tricks. After which, at 4?, supper followed, just a round of sugar-loaded drinks at the prata house situated a 20-min of sleepy small-stepped uphill walking away. Return was followed by sleep.

3hrs later.

Woke up to a trek down to Mac, more ingestion took place. AND then, left for another birthday celebration at Hoshi at IMM. Nice company, all girls, 3 main cliques, JC and secondary mates of birthday girl. Buffet style, except food was served to the table. Thought the waiting crew had a hard time serving us, having to take off their shoes before entering our room and having to stoop to the table at knee-level. It was an interesting concept, this pseudo-japanese table. Guests would have no qualms about dining at such a level for fear of cramped and squashed feet, as the floor underneath was dug out half-a-metre below to accomodate the dangling legs. The 'chair' was simply a wooden-backed piece with a removable cushion bottom. But pity the waiters.

To make good use of the nutrients intook, our clique made for ktv. Nice quiet fun.