Today is the day that I actually have enough energy to commit my brain to ramble through a whole blog post. Well, time to get to work.
So I had the Arts Leaders' Induction Camp 2008 that went on from Thursday to Friday; a 2-day 1-night camp.
We had a full-on, all-out 1st day on Thursday. The day started off pretty much on a high note. All the different arts groups of our little Temasek Polytechnic gathered together in one lecture theatre. There we were, the Main Committee of TPLatinos, four members strong, amidst the throngs of other from the Choir, Band, Dance Ensemble, Production Crew, Salvo Drums, Chinese Orchestra, Malay Arts Group and the Indian Cultural Group. So, yeah. High note.
Right.
So then a little briefing, and out we go for some ice-breaking games. The usual stuff, not worth elaboration.
The day is followed by an extremely insightful (for me, at least) exercise on STAGE PRESENCE, taught by TP's very own Mr Sonny. Turns out he's a major arts practitioner, with one of those arts being DANCE. Particularly, an Indian cultural dance. I'm like, WOAH. SO being arts groups, we faced the exercise with an open mind, and it looked like it to. Response to his teaching was really good, I must say.
So bla de bla de bla... and we fast forward to the late night programme. And, guess what?
The schedule called for some LASER TAG.
WOOOPIEEKAIYAY!!!!!
Nothing like some big ol' guns and an urban jungle to fuel the male need for primal combat.
I mean, seriously, the rifles looked like they came straight out of the successful Ratchet and Clank series of games. And these were one-of-a-kind laser rifles. They had in-built ROCKET LAUNCHERS. You know, like those foam rockets.
Ok, you may stop laughing now.
SO I'm hearing you ask, how do foam rockets figure into laser combat?
Oh, you didn't ask? Well, shut up and listen anyway.
So you slot the rocket into the big barrel in front, pump it till the air pressure's right...slide the trigger and LET 'ER RIP! Once it lands, the infra-red emittor inside generates multiple pulses per second that does damage of between 0 to 10 lives. You really don't want this guy used against you.
So the match went on tournament style, and once all groups had their fair share of playtime, we proceeded into Deathmatch. Straight on Free-for-All. Booyah.
No doubt we lost.
Okay fine, we got our asses handed to us on a silver platter.
You can find the company that organizes these kind of events here: Tactical Real-Life Gaming
The day ended with most of us feeling dog-tired. My thighs suffered the most. Long story short: Forest Fires kill thighs.
The last day began no doubt with most of us half-awake. The day then proceeded to be full of lectures. No doubt important, but I just couldn't get my freakin' eyes to stay awake long enough for the information to be sent to my brain. Trying to sleep in a car the previous night didn't help either.
The camp ended on an explosive finale with all of us participating in a DRAGON BOAT race. Yep, I can see that you're thinking: The Oblivious Ape + Dragon Boating = Dividing any number by zero = Absolute Chaos
Miraculously, nothing of the sort happened. Although the boat did sag to one side a bit, possibly because two large guys (namely moi and another dude from Dramatec) were sitting on the left side of the boat. So we raced tournament style, with the winners from the previous two races were to compete in the finals to become the ultimate champion, complete with bragging rights.
Sad to say, we got our asses handed to us on a silver platter AGAIN. Goody goody gumdrops.
But 'twas fun. The newfound respect I have for dragonboaters...oh, who am I kidding.
JOCKS SUCK.
SO there.
