Kavadi.
The phonetic equivalent of the game the Part Ds played on Friday. Yes, that's the title of the post: Kavadi.
It can be...Kharvardi. Or whatever other weird ways you can come up with to spell it. Anyway, the game play is as goes:
Split into 2 groups. Got a border separating the 2 groups. One guy from a group would cross the border into the other group's side. And try to tap people and run back to his own side. If he succeeds, the person he tapped would be killed and taken out of the game.
To prevent deaths, the defending group would have to tackle the offender to the ground and taupok till he cannot move for 10seconds. Mr. Squashed Balls would then be taken out of the game due to health reasons.
Then the roles rotate.
So there I was, being damn hiong about everything physical. I'm quite the scary guy in this kind of game with loadsa physical contact.
So much that it took the opponent all of their people to pin me down. OK I wasn't that strong after all, but I don't give up easily. Still managed to move a bit. They were damn shocked, but I died anyway. Explains the graze on my right knee. Very rough game. I like.
Oh. It was the only game that most of the sleeping Part Ds participated in. I mean, people like Bo Xian and Keith Liu would just stay in the store or something, adopting the 'out of sight, out of mind' attitude towards NCC. I don't know, but they played and I'm happy. It was really rather much of a bonding session.
I love my CCA.
Anyway, we went back to school today to go through our HCl paper. Which most goofed up. Yes, I did that too. Fell asleep halfway. After all, I got home at 11PM the night before. And watched DGM70 till 11.30 before proceeding to play the computer and take my shower and play again. Yes, I'm suicidal. Depriving myself of sleep is a form of torture. Kills my body anyway.
Oh, and one of my cousin's 21st wedding dinner party was held yesterday. As in, like, 16th Feb. Oh wait, it's just a birthday party. A 21st birthday party of her life. So what's up with so many people crowding at a Costa Sands chalet? What's there to celebrate? It's just another day of life, the Moon still revolves around the Earth, and the Earth around the Sun. There's no change in the pace of life, so why bother being so happy? I don't know, perhaps I'm not exactly in the best of moods today. I'm not even close to her, and we were all invited? OK lor, give her face. So we left after she cut the cake. And she got one piece smashed into her face. Food fight. Quite exciting, but I got syrup on my pants. Not a pretty sight.
Aye. I think birthday parties are overrated. What's the point? What's so good? OK lor, following the theory that people should be happy on birthdays, why not organize a mass orgy on the last day of this year? This means that every Sec4 in Singapore would be able to participate in this sleazy rave party. And everyone would be able to have sex, since having sex is legal at 16. I'm quite sure of the laws. I know for a fact that anal sex is prohibited by some penal code shit 377A.
It disturbs me greatly. I sodomize myself everyday and this is the shit slapped in my face? Thanks.
Aye. I have nothing to say already. I don't have much of a topic to blog about anyway. I don't know lah. I can't be bothered doing much already. Rawr. Perhaps being emotional inhibits my thoughts.
The Oracle of Runescape posed this question:
Who guards the guardsmen?
Any answers?
-- 2/17/2008 12:31:00 AM
