Sunday, March 15, 2009
I turned around sharply, glancing at the disaster. Philmann again! Apparently a food fight had broken out and now Philmann was screaming in fruastration. I sighed and munched on the tasteless vegetables, wishing that these vegetables were replaced with chicken wings. I did not bother to listen to the camp trainers reprimanding Keeve, Nigel and Philmann.
As I lumbered back to my dormitory, my head threatening to explode in pain, our trainer called us over. !@#$%^&*(*&^%$#$%^&*(). I grimaced in pain as he explained that we were supposed to play a game called Tiger's tail. ROFL! Anyway, we were separated into 2 groups, the blue group and the black group. We had attached blue pieces of cloth to our pants and the other group was supposed to pull the cloth out of our pants and vice versa.
After two rounds of running and hunting, I realised that we needed to pair up to fight the opposing team. This reminded me of a pair of wolves hunting down the prey. With little effort, we "killed" the other team. Amazingly, my headache had disappeared.
We then proceeded to go to the sea for rafting. We were supposed to build a raft with ropes, lifebuoys and "baka" poles. We immediately got into action, and so did the arguments. Philmann the buey wanted to row the boat, but we were scared he would sink the boat. I quickly got myself into tying the knots till my hands were red, raw and dirty.
I watched expectantly at the raft as Zheng Jie, Davis and Jian Shun paddled. We swam the furthest. yay. I don't know why, but my feelings were dulled. I could feel no emotions. My heart was cold, my head splitting, and it was raining. I still don't understand why Gerald likes the rain. I hate rain. I love sunshine. Ironically, I hate heat.
Then dinner. It was marvelous. Chicken at last. I was tired and couldn't think. Just as we were bouncing around in ou bunks in the dormitories, we heard a shout...
To be continued...
ending
10:34 AM
