Campfire's drawing nearer, drawing nearer

First things first.

The product of today's effort and the effort of the past few activities can be summed up in one sentence.

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=94378820990

Well technically its a hyperlink, but why bother getting all "technical" and stuff. Its a sentence. Yes, because i say so.

So ya. The day started with many people at the annual ORA walka-jogathon. However its spelled. More like a walk-a-talk-a-jog-a-lala-a-go-a-just-a-to-a-get-a-a-a-new-a-free-a-shirt-a. xD Have fun reading that.

People like Kenneth, Alvin and I (francis), ponned the 2.4km walk halfway through cos honestly it was boring and damn waste time. The rest went the whole distance then came back for campfire prep. We assembled at the drama room and readied ourselves for the transformation into maori (warriors?).

We went through the rounds of visualisation, solemnisation, respiration, concentration, execution, distraction, revision and finally PERFECTION!

Amid the chorus of "PERFECT!"s, Chee Yeow and Jonathan Kenric Trachsel watched with a trained eye, looking out for every little mistake, ready to pounce and gobble up any one who made a wrong move.

Ok fine i'm exaggerating. They were lying at the back and watching us practice in our pairs and triplets. I think they were bored.

And our guest for today was: YAN ZHI!!

He randomly came in and took videos of us. Even all the sad and unglam moments. All stored in his phone, on that little memory card. Oh the scandals of the stick performance. The multitude of sticks rolling aimlessly on the floor, the clatter of sticks on the ground, the random flying STICKS that can't seem to stick to our hands. Yes, even the one that dropped on my head. Some how...

I was practicing with Kenneth Lam and Jack in the triplet move. I think we improved tremendously. Ok, we didn't shout "PERFECT!" like the rest. Cos we are modest people. =D But we did do a lot of perfect ones. 4 perfects ones in succession. =D Must show off a bit mah.

Of course, in the clan of maoris, fights would obviously break out. This would explain the random "TAU POK!!!" warcries that occured, and the sudden appearance of a mass of bodies piled atop of each other, with a hint of a voice at the bottom.

Soon, it was time for us to leave the comforts of our cave and to venture out to the real world. Also known as the gym hall atrium. We were to show off our newly acquired talents in hand-eye coordination and our new maori selves.

First we watched the sec1s and 2s do their performances. I shall not comment on that. And then the sec3s performed for us their "Chu Yong choreographed" dance. I shall not comment on that either.

And then finally it was our turn. The stick dance was pretty well done. Not that many screw ups.
We heaved a sigh of relief when we finished. Then the sticks went aside and it was time for our manly side to take over.

O PEK!

And the haka began. I think we did quite well. The volume can be improved. And i guess sharper actions and stuff. But other than that, it was pretty good.

Then we had some coffee thing.

And then off to lunch. On the way to J8, we saw a bunch of cub scouts. Being the idiot i am, i waved at them. And they waved back. And then everyone started waving. And the cub scouts went crazy inside... All become hyper or something. Haha.

And then Sup suddenly became damn lame. And something about differentiating Jack came up.

So to differentiate Jack.

dy/dx= 1(Jack)^0 = 1.

So the gradient of Jack is 1. Whatever that is supposed to mean. Sup damn lame lah... Differentiate Jack from Jim.

Both still equal 1. Haha.

Lunch at food court of J8. We talked about stuff.

Then Amos, Zhong Jun and I camped at Bishan library to waste time until River Valley camfire started. The campfire was damn fun. But i want to sleep now and so i shall not write about it.