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Sunday, March 04, 2007

I'm back and I survived camp!!!!!

It's only been 3 days and 2 nights because it was cut short as there was food poisoning but hey, 3D2N is ENOUGH FOR ME. NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER will I go on overnight camps again unless I'm forced to or unless it it catches my interest(like music camp? that sounds nice) All I can tell you is that the hygiene there was terrible, the sleeping conditions there were disastrous and the activities were unbelievably BORING. But to heck with all that, nothing else matters if you've got your best friends with you right? WRONG. They tried to force NP/NC discipline(actually, I dont see the point in their form of discipline) on us in what, A DAY?! Don't you think that's a little unreasonable? They wanted us to standardise everything(and when I say everything, I mean every little bitty itty thing under the sun). Stuff like which hand we hold our water bottles and which direction our cups face on our table. I mean I see the need to standardise our clothes, but I think that all that is just too extra. I mean, does it matter of your left arm is tired and you want to hold the bottle with your right arm? WIll you go,"I just held my bottle with my right arm! I'm going to die of un-standardisation disorder!!!! aghh!!!!"? Seriously, why do we bother so much on our physical appearance when its our inside that counts? Like it or not, you can't keep your physical appearance like it is forever, but your soul remains intact, it NEVER EVER dies. Instead of forcing weird meaningless(to me) physical demands on the team, why not focus on strenghtening our team spirit and our bonds? Isn't that a more useful way of spending time? You don't have to scold us and we won't give you trouble. Well anyway, I guess I should tell you guys how I survived my 3 days of camp, so here it is:

Day 1:
1 word- HOMESICK
We had a Nightwalk in the RAIN at Kent Ridge Park at night(duh...). Never mind that I had to walk on a bridge 50feet above ground. Never mind that a bug got on me and I screamed the forest down, never mind that I had to walk for 2 hours at night in the rain(I didn't catch a cold as some did, in case you want to know), never mind that I had 3(at that time I thought it was 3 cuz there was food poisoning yet) more days to go. I was homesick, BADLY, and I NEEDED my home.
I can't believe that for the past 14 years and 11 months, I took my home for granted, I assumed that its just a place where I eat, sleep, and spend my un-schooling hours. I never did realise that after less than 24 hours from leaving home did I really start to break down. I cried, needless to say. Not your just-a-long-sob-and-I'll-be-fine kind of cry. That only happens in trivial matters, or on TV. I tried to cry, silently, by myself on the bus on the way to Kent Ridge Park. But when your heart is bleeding itself out, you just can't hold back the tears for long. You say we need to build bonds between our friends, that point I cannot deny, but how can we(or rather, I) do it when I am homesick to the point where I don't even care if you feed me poisoned mango pudding just so I can return home?

Day 2:
2 words- food poisoning
I woke up to the sound of Cherise's groaning,"Anyone has medicine? My stomach very pain!" Which is not even funny because clearly, she is in agony, and like 10 other people are as well. 10 over people had stomachaches and diarrhoea and this is not just pure coincidence, this is food poisoning at its worst in camp and everyone knew it. There were a total of 55+- people who got these symtoms, 16-17 came from my class, how bad is that? Half of my class went home and I daresay, we were the worst hit. I guess I was really fortunate because they say that the virus is called viral gastritis and it ca be spread through physical contact and so many people who hang out together got it but many of them were the people who I hang out with often and slept IN BETWEEN yet I did not even get the food poisoning. Either my immune system is really strong or I'm really just fortunate.

Day 3:
6 words- It stopped raining & Home sweet home
IT stopped raining in the morning. Guess what? when we were abseiling, yours truly over here dropped the carabena(In case you don't know, its this hook thing that they use for abseiling to attatch the rope to your harness. You aren't supposed to drop it because it might cause slight fractures in the metal which in turn might collapse halfway because of the fractures) at waist-level and my instructor was like, "OMG... Dont you ever repeat that!!!" I was sweating under my bandanna and helmet, wearing a pair of gloves that were too big for me(which was why I had trouble holding the carabena in the first place) and there you are pointing your little finger at me like I actually WANTED to drop it and MEANT FOR IT to drop! Obviously, I do admit that it is my fault that the carabena dropped and yes, I was the one who accidentally dropped it. But to accuse me of purposely doing something I did not mean to do is just too much! I get your point, I will try my best not to drop it anymore, but do you have to talk to me as if I wanted it to happen?

We had pizza for lunch that day because they didn't want to risk us getting another bout of food poisoning from the caterer's food. After lunch, we were told to "Go back to your dorms and pack everything into your lugguage/bags. Meet in the hall at 2.45pm(1 hour to do everything)" I know most people are really sad and pissed off because they really like camp, so do I remember? Just that I really really cannot bring myself to enjoy the activities in overnight ones. The first thing that came to my mind was,"We're going to break camp early! I get to meet my family today!" And true enough, we did break camp that day, because of FOOD POISONING. I was so glad to be home, all of a sudden, I felt much happier, my mood went back to normal, and I jsut didn't care if I was dirty or sweaty or wet. I'M HOME, and if there was a very important lesson I learnt from camp, its that THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME.

Day 4:
When I woke up the next day for my piano lesson at 8am, my whole body was aching. My legs(the whole length of my legs), my arms and shoulders, my back, my butt. I had to walk like a maimed patient all day because just the slightest tweak and I would start groaning, its THAT bad. That's why I'm avoiding all camps from now on.

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