World record time of 5hr 40min, Personal best budget of S$520
Just try to imagine this scenario: You have to entirely revamp a six-day trip to some island one night before your departure.
There are three guys and three girls in a group. They intend to go on an overseas trip.
Due to some unfortunate circumstances, on 29 August, an international airport closes down for three days.
Just before sunset, on the third day, the airport re-opens.
Danger still looms in the place.
But, before the re-opening of the airport, one of your groupmates has decided to cancel the hotel booking since the probability of the group going there is zilched by the protests.
Two girls dropped out due to parental concerns.
As a result, all credit card transactions are affected. You need to find another credit card.
The other girl is forced to drop out too.
The three boys remain, and contemplate on whether or not they should pursue their trip.
The trip is on the next day, 1 September.
At 6pm in the evening, 31 August, you all decide to re-plan their challenge week. And it means changing EVERY SINGLE THING.
You call the service in Phuket, and inform them your desire to pursue the trip. She is happy. She recommends booking a hotel reservation for you guys in a place called I.H.O.T., which stands for International House of Travelers. You don’t want to go there. You really don’t intend to go there.
So, you search for a new hotel, and make a booking online. You get a very cheap and nice 4-star hotel.
Fuck, you don’t have a credit card. You can’t book it.
You go and call your guardian. You have to go to your guardian’s house and ask her to use her credit card.
You have to rush. Time is running out.
You arrive at the place. You eat dinner first. Your tummy’s grumbling.
You get the credit card and start yor booking.
All of a sudden you realize that you have to book your plane ticket as well. You go get the credit card again.
Your tummy goes really bad. You shit for half an hour.
You return, exhausted. You continue the booking process with your two friends.
You FORGOT your passports at home. You go back home and get them.
You return, and scan all passports, all student passes. You print all tickets, all booking confirmations, and all other important documents. You print them again to have a back-up copy.
You sort everything out and make sure everything’s in place.
You sigh a sigh of relief. Check the time, it’s 11:40pm.
You all finished everything in world record time of 5hr 40min, and in personal best budget of $520.
You all go to Parkway Parade, and one of your friends withdraws money from the ATM. You go and deposit your money.
Then, you top up your Ez-link cards.
And then, you all go back home, and hope that the airport remains open forever. If it isn’t, EVERYTHING WILL JUST GO TO WASTE.
You pack your stuff.
And you sleep soundly
and await the sunrise.
And seriously, the one below is TOTALLY COOL.
Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.
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