Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I froze in my bed. The trainer roared at the boys who were flipping around in their beds like fishes. "You guys can't sleep is it?" A plethora of non-vulgar verbal abuse swept my mind. I swore and covered my ears with the sleeping bag. The trainer then stormed out, muttering something.
I drifted away to sleep, oblivious to my friend's quiet chatter. BOOM! The door slammed open. The trainer stormed in again, speaking loudly, and pointing at some of the boys. I sighed and wrapped myself with the sleeping bag.
I woke up to the sounds of my friends' shouting. I glanced at my watch. 5.30 am. Damn.
I was bored as I picked at my rice. Breakfast was rice and a fishcake. We spent the whole morning practically slacking. We then headed to the other side of the camp. A great challenge awaited us. This harrowing experience would always... stain my shirt.
We were supposed to arrange ourselves on a wooden pole without touching the ground. The trainer wanted us to arrange ourselves with those wearing glasses on the right, and those not wearing on the left.
Just as I was clinging on to the pole for dear life, a SOB, mofu called Lee Wei Zhi clung on to me just as I was falling down. His size and weight hung on me. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, shoulder first. I picked myself up painfully as my head threatened to split again. I glanced at my white shirt. A brown, distasteful stain stared back at me. I sighed and decided to attempt to wash it of. My efforts were fruitless. The stain stubbornly stayed there.
The rest of the afternoon was a complete bore. We were practicing our stupid cheer during camp fire night.
The time came as the campfire night started. It was apparent and ironic that they were trying to start a fire artifically with kerosene, when they had actually teached us how to start a fire with twigs. OH, the irony.
We had to perform two cheers. One is called " I am cow." Goes like this:
I am cow,
hear me moo
and i weight twice as much as you
and I look good on the barbeque
yoghurt, curd, cream, cheese and butter
made with liquid from my udders
I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo (moo)
I am cow, eating grass
Methane gas comes out my ass
And out my muzzle when I belch
Oh, the ozone layer is thinner
From the outcome of my dinner
I am cow, I am cow, Ive got gas
I am cow, here I stand
Far and wide upon this land
And I am living everywhere
From b.c. to newfoundland
You can squeeze my teats by hand
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow!
Stupid right? Next one is more retarded:
I can't recite the whole thing cos it is simply tooo loonnnggg....
Barney is a dino who hates green tea,
driving people to insanity
He got mud on his face
a big disgrace
and he got a big purple face
so we will we will friend you (rawr)
friend you (rawr)
...
Yeah this was invented by a friend.
The next morning was interrupted, the breakfast being noodles and fishballs.
We had to clean up dormitories and tents. While the rest were slacking, I decided to go cricket catching. It was a galore. You could see all the crickets hopping around. I caught a few, but I accidentally released all of them. Sad face. Then as heaven would have it, it started raining just as we were about to leave the camp. We were stuck in this camp for about another 15 minutes. I was bored, so my "genius idea" appeared and I decided to put a plastic bag with two holes to protect me from the awful rain.
Heaven was probably mocking it, as the rain abruptly stopped. I embarrasingly took off the plastic bag, grinning at the people who were staring at me.
As I took the bus back to school, I grinned happily. This camp was finally over. I did a check to make sure I took all my stuff. Everything is here... wait a sec, where is my torch. Oh damn. The bus was leaving the campsite. No.... my torch!
ROFL. THAT'S THE END OF MY ADVENTURES. MY MSG IS HORRIBLE. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT ASKING ME... OR ELSE.
ending
7:36 PM
