Hi (again >.>), if you're reading this, you have no life.
Joking. Damn it, why do I eventually feel a strong desire to start blogging again, knowing fully that 1) no one visits anyway and 2) it'll die in a matter of days? Ah well.
Let's talk about what happened in my life the past few days. Yay! :D
Alright, so on Christmas Eve, a buncha guys from Band (which was me, Lin Jin, Johnson, Patrick and Josiah) were supposed to play a few carols for an event Johnson's church had organised. It was in the evening, so in the morning I had a few friends over to play--ahem, to work on our picture montaage for the OIP trip. Lin Jin cme as well, because, well, he's quite bo liao (so am I) and I asked him to come before Daniel Ng and Jack asked to come. Lol.
The entirety of their time in my humble abode was spent trying to simultaneously install Red Alert 3 on my old desktop and work on the video, while also practicing a little bit for the night's thing. In the end, we accomplished only item 1 on the list (XD). Played 2 LAN matches against the AI as well. First time we nearly won (I was Empire, had a sizable fleet of 6 Seawings, which apparently could have owned the final AI's base, but that stupid Apoc tank trapped my MCV and prevented it from escaping from the two Twinblades that were raping it >.> Then the rest of my buildings got destroyed D:) The second time we played we owned the AI (lol 3 medium). Infantry rush is quite gay. Then they had to leave becuse Lin Jin and I had to meet them at J8 for dinner before the thing.
Dinner was at Mac's (which is the nth time I've had meals at, since everytime we go somewhere to eat it'll be Mac's >.>). Then we boarded 410 to the place (Blk 141).

This was before we found out about the...thing. Well actually no.
We started practicing. Then, in the distant future, on the MRT, Lin Jin and I rewrote a famous Christmas carol:
On the first day of Christmas the police said to me,
You don't have a permit!
Fine, his version was
You need a ****ing permit! but eh.
So we stopped and watched one of the organisers trying to negotiate with the blue dude, that us blasting our asses off (well not really) was no different from that guy faraway who was also blasting his ass off (and owning me -_-;) on his trumpet. But
no, he's playing at home, so it's alright. Our different reactions to the whole negotiating as follows:
Me: ...what?
Lin Jin, Patrick, Josiah (I think): Aiya confirm cannot play liao lah
Johnson: Hey Josiah, continue transcribing the chords please
>.>
Of course, between my cluelessness and Johnson's optimism, the other's prediction turned out to be true.
Blah, we wanted to zao but of course the exit was guarded, so we stayed for a while until Josiah's mum came to pick us up (=]). Johnson, of course, was left behind (it's his church after all), and me, Patrick and Lin Jin screwed around in Best Denki after Josiah's mum dropped us off at J8. Then we went back.