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So the fever's abated and I'm almost back to normal, except that I couldn't sing at church today cos I had a lot of stuff in my throat..

On Friday night at 2 am, apparently I sleep-crawled to my sister's room, opened her door (she was still awake tidying her room), stuck my head in and quite deliberately, in a normal-volumed speaking voice, said something to extent of asking my younger brother to tell her to read "The Tale of Two Cities" before closing the door and going back to bed, shortly before she heard me going to the toilet.

She said it was "Like a zombie movie" because the door appeared to open on its own, and only my head was visible on the floor. She also said "Good thing you did not think my room WAS the toilet". She also said she was scared of going over and waking me up in case I wasn't in my right mind =D

One room away, my father said that he heard us talking in normal voices late at night and he thought that my fever had escalated and I was asking her for help, cos at night we usually keep our voices down heh...

I don't know, but I find that very amusing haha...

At 6.30, my phone alarm rang properly, followed by the single buzz of a received SMS. And thank God, it was Jason offering a lift to Buangkok via Christine, his counsellee. The headache and generalized weakness of the day before had gone thankfully so one way or another, I managed to get to CIP! =)

This CIP was pretty fun compared with some of the others... Played checkers, majong, and got owned at table tennis by this really good resident. I mean, he could return all but one of my notoriously curling serves. Meanwhile he was hitting the ball all over with wicked spinning shots. With the target's aspect changing all the time I just couldn't muster an effective defence tskk...

Still, he probably plays more often than me...

THEN along came the Great Mass Dance Massacre of Buangkok. I have no idea who's incredible idea it was. I mean, it was probably all in good fun, but then the announcement was made by two MCs from another OG saying "Our seniors will [present a mass dance]" but what I thought was a whole OGL thing came down to two pairs of OGLs and two pairs of OGlets ALL from our OG diaoz.

Well no problem, once I heard the music again, the moves came back automatically. Only that we weren't attired for dancing. Jiayi, who was oh-so-enth much to my gratitude was wearing jeans. I was wearing the long pants in which I did a star jump in Fukuoka but that didn't mean they were comfortable to exercise in.

The other minor hitch was that the people in question were not as fortunate as myself to have parents who warned me that putting electronic devices together could cause interference, but apparently, the impromptu nature of the performance was sealed by using a microphone put to a handphone to supply the music. The resulting music was broken, full of static and darn hard to follow cos I don't even dance too well in good music, let along staticky ones. Kinda like throwing good money in after bad. Kinda like Napoleon at Waterloo

So there I was, freezing up everytime the music broke up, and there were my 7 faithful followers all trying to copy my motions, and the end result was rather chaotic. Kinda like Napoleon at Waterloo after the Old Guard was repulsed.

I mean, every VJ student knows that the main effect of mass dance is that A LOT of people are doing it, so no matter how many people do it wrong, it still looks right! But here there were only 8 people, going in 8 different directions at certain points of the dance.

Don't get me wrong, I shall be eternally grateful to Julia, Jiayi and Charlene, Mayank and Mas, Junyang and Elaine for accompanying me on that day. Just that orientation mass dances are usually for the finale night of orientation then discarded, not for an event 3 or so weeks after the latter, and everyone was very rusty, me included. So there we were, 8 of us valiantly, idealistically, trying to put on a good show.

I never recovered from the last "boom" in the song faster than friday cos as soon as the music stopped the red mist (red from agitation, not anger) evaporated, leaving us feeling as though we had committed some HORRENDOUS crime and we all scurried off the stage in an attitude of "Ohmygoodness, WHAT HAVE WE DONE!"

In retropect it was quite funny, but man, was it necessary? Was it even good??

I think it was there, at that very moment, that I sweated out the remainder of my fever hoho...

Well, CIP ended happily, with the residents shaking our hands, the social workers looking happy, and the Lakota component of our OG going to Tampines for a drink / icecream at Macs. A thoroughly memorable day

Now my next goal is to pass my driving test in 3 weeks!