Pre-Swiss Packing Adventure

Never seen so much sponge in my life. And i dun mean spongebob squarepants, the latest craze among kids these days (he looks suspiciously like a dish-washing sponge to me). I mean packing foam.


60% of percussion's assets (in the economic sense, they should be liabilities as they only depreciate in value n we'll have to spend money repairing them if they're spoilt) waiting for us to wrap them up nicely in sponge to transport to a faraway country. Big drums, small drums, drums which wouldn't fit nicely into boxes, and numerous other "toys" (i.e. cymbals, gongs and other stuff). Fortunately Gar had the foresight to order pizza in, for i dun think we could have survived till 11pm w/o dinner.


Dinner was a hiliarious affair, where cold jokes were cracked over piping hot pizza and a communal 1.25L bottle of green tea. After that was a straight four hours of manual labour which more than compensates for the carbohydrates from dinner. Cutting cardboard circles of full (and 3/4) moons, wrapping dirty foam around ourselves to mimic darth vader (may the force be with you), and masquerading drum stands as giant foam sweets/pillows/ram-lookalike. The most ingenious idea of the night has to be devising a pentagon box to house our obese da gu. Made by cutting up two small boxes and held together entirely by scotch tape which looked as though they might split anytime. -__-'' Packing, a task challenging to both body and mind as you scramble to outwit time and limited packing resources. And thanks to everyone's help, we managed to finish a good hour before mid-night. =)

All that's left to show of a entire night of hard work were a mountain of boxes all packed and ready to go, and a function room 5 that's littered with bits of sponge, cardboard and tape. And of course, a motley bunch of tired packers waiting for the last shuttle-bus at the deserted pgp bus terminal.