Thursday, January 15, 2009 @8:49 PM
That's right, sons of submariners. I have just reached home at (noted) 8:37 pm. Why? Because of Moor house TalentTime, which we only started to plan/do/start last night! Brilliant innit? So we went to cosplay shops and the renowned MUSTAFA where everything can be found (seriously, I wish I could go there sometime and bring back a ton of cheap, useless stuff) and now we have to do background, props, sew sixteen monk robe imitations and a lot of spray painting.
Oh, and to a certain someone that plunged me into a bad mood today. Lying is originally against my principle. Verbal deception is completely against my morals. And when someone tries to force me to lie to others so he can shirk the guilt and irresponsibility to someone who was actually innocent and tried to put in effort. That is something I really cannot do. If you want I can apologize for "screwing up so and so's impression of you", but I know that I have done no wrong.
Back to today! Moor House TalentTime made us (Me, Aaron, Eddy/ie and Suf) run around Suntec in search of props where we eventually found a few styrofoam swords at Toys R' Us. Which was kinda cool. The place is bleeding HUGE. And then there was this one part. We got trapped in a one-way emergency stairwell. I mean, staircase is staircase what. One-way also staircase. So we open door, go in, close door, run downstairs with plastic bags in hand. Then I noticed dust on the railing and had a bad feeling about it but HECK CARE run run run.
Get to the first floor, "OPEN DOOR IN EMERGENCY ONLY. Opening door will trigger alarm." Run back up to third floor, door was closed. Worst part? No doorknob. Just a flat slab against a flat wall. Like, WHAT THE TAK. Trapped.
Luckily Aaron thought of using a key to push the spring lock thing before inserting a card to hold it there while someone pulled the door open. And we escaped the clutches of the evil monstrosity. YAY.
Then we went to Mustafa where the
stenches queer smells run wild. And we got a ton of materials and saw a lot of new stuff that we all personally wanted like fake animal skin at 18 dollars a meter to make a nice coat that looks pretty. And in Eddy/ie's case, transparent writeable tape, which he proceeded to purchase.
And now I am at home at nine at night, still out of breath from roleplay as a sardine in the bus and lugging ginormously (surprisingly, spell check does not disagree) large plastic bags. Imagine a poor boy desperately waddling across the road carrying loads of stuff after noticing a horde of cars speeding in his direction.
Didn't take my medicine today so now I'm DAING. *gasp* *hack* *struggle*
Super tired. I am going to sleep now. Good night.
Edit:
OH AND THANK YOU WENG HONG. I thought I lost my cute little foxy forever, even though it was my favorite momento from the Hokkaido trip and I really really really liked it and the thought of some fat, drooling sec one with his chubby hands wrapped around his newfound playtoy was bad. BUT YOU FOUND IT ANYWAY. (even though I was surprised you knew it was mine) BUT THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH. (((((((((((((((((((((((: