Oh yep yeah. Am back from camp. Let me try make this snappy.
Aside from 10 mosquito bites on each arm and leg, I am not very physically dead.
Stupid kids. Well, I didn't enjoy the camp much because of the kids, they are a great pain. I found them really immature, even my 6-year-old sister is more mature than those 11-year-olds. I could just kill them, especially the time when we were to wait for our turn to the raft. I lost my temper and guess what, didn't work out. But nevermind. They can be pretty cute, but uh - annoying all the same. I just have this tendency to compare them to my siblings, who seem alot more independent and mature.
I really liked the
camp instructors though, they're all really fun and cool. Especially Benedict, Jane and Rudy (sp?). Had it not been them, I'd probably enjoy the camp alot less. Tough to explain how they're cool but I've never had greater camp instructors than Benedict despite the number of camps I've attended. I say they're really great also because they had so much patience with the kids when I, on the other hand, had wanted to strangle them. Oh and instructor Rudy thought that Samantha and I were lesbian (in the joking manner of course).
And then food. The
food was pretty good for typical camp food. I mean, we get gravy and pudding (mango, strawberry, lychee) for every meal, how cool is that? I loved the black pepper gravy :D
How was
sleep then? *coughs* The first night, lights out was 10.30pm. How does anyone even sleep so early? I thought I was tired, so I told Samantha good night and lay down to sleep and a while later she was fast asleep while I was just tossing and turning. I gave up and started writing some prose thinger. After filling 2 pages, I stopped and tried to sleep again, and that was about 2am. And the night itself, in just 4 hours, I woke up thrice. 2.30am, 3am, 4.30am. Woah, it's such a pain with those immature guys storming into the girls' dorm (they ended up sleeping with those girls). The second night. I woke up thrice once more, 2.30am, 4.20am, 5.20am, for the stupidest reason - the rain. The rain was just really heavy, it was literally pouring. The first two occasions I wasn't aware there was rain, and I was just so pissed with the noise, I even thought it was some strange machine. It was only the last time I woke up that I realised it was raining. By then, I was shivering and chattering my teeth though I was already hugging myself.
And... I hate the older malay guys who attended the camp. Guess what? They beat another guy up, in bloody camp. After that, only because the more mature guy decided against tattling and retaliating, they continued bullying him. I was just plain upset about that. I hated the camp because of their presence.
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Enough said. I need my Starbucks. ;____;