P5 camp 08.
Watched Indiana Jones 4 on Monday. I remember watching the series 1 to 3, many times. That's when I was P6. But Indiana Jones isn't really the main point of my blog post because my blog posts doesn't have points. I'm going to crap about the P5 camp and how much of a paedophile I think I might be. Shocking eh? But that's to be expected of me--I can only hope that I don't get caught by the police in order to safeguard children's interest. OK disclaimer--damn tired now, want to sleep, whatever I write might be bullshit and the definition of bullshit is for me to decide. I can only hope that I don't get hauled in by my bullshit.
Yosh, I went to Rivervale Primary School at like 7.45PM and 'booked in'. Was just in time for the treasure hunt, where my..heart was hunted. It happened too fast, too early. I was taking the Cheetah group 1 with Dog and Ed when a girl fell down while rushing down a drain. WK and I stayed back to wait for her to recover before meeting up with the rest. Talking to her was damn fun. And all it took was 10-20minutes for me to be captivated by this P5 girl.
Die.
Maybe I really am a paedophile. Che. Aiya, she's just rather cute. I guess.
OK I'm weird. But not that weird. People who know me should know what I really mean. Yawns, sleepy.
Was asked for my autograph because the campers have a section in their book which is to collect autographs from us, the 'student mentors'. I shall shorten that to SM, because I like SM better. Anyway, as an SM, I feel morally obliged to sign, so I drew a small, 3-layered pile of shit on the piece of paper. More shit had to be drawn after that.
BW joined in at 9plus. I forgot the exact time, but he left at 12.30AM =.= and he walked to the school backgate where we met up with him to sit down and talk. So Ed, WK and I were sitting within the school campus while BW was sitting outside, and we just talked like that. A load of fun and suspense, considering the fact that a couple just bashed up some guy right outside Rivervale Mall. Mr. Zaki came to us after awhile because he saw us on the CCTV, and I was rather shocked because I don't think Cat High even bothers with the CCTV. I really hope it's just because the teachers are lazy and can't be bothered to catch us doing the supposedly illegal stuff.
Asked Mr. Zaki whether can sleep at other classrooms not, because our 'bunk' damn stink and damn lot of people. He just replied 'What I don't know won't hurt you', and pointed us to the music room. And he said something like 'See that? That's the air-con control. Don't on the air-con.' Twice. We were all stunned, not knowing whether he was being sarcastic not. Sarcastic teachers are scary, like 'Don't hand up homework!' and if you don't you get screwed. Then I wondered whether one could get out of a sticky situation by simply saying 'I thought you were being sarcastic'. Food for thought eh?
But some Sec1 girls kouped the music room. Dang. So we went to a random classroom and put together tables for beds. And had a man talk till 3.30AM, the latest group for the morning to sleep. I think we woke up at random intervals to resume the conversation, too.
I think we're weird.
Stoned around the next day. Was brimming with energy in spite of the lack of sleep. 2hours of sleep shouldn't be able to make me so revitalized, but it did. OK I think we were all fine. Whined over the fact that there was no more milo, my holy water, for me. Dang, had to get on with life though. Some external people came in for some team building activities, and I got to see the frustrated side of young people. Oh wait, I forgot to mention that I had to change groups, to caracal. I don't know about you, but I don't know what's a caracal and I found it hard to pronounce it at times. Anyway, my group had no SMs at all, and I had to take caracal 1 and caracal 2 myself. An impossible feat, since there were just too many of them to account for. So I somehow managed to get Shao Kiat, however you spell his name, to help me. And then we watched them with their activities. Fun.
But it was disturbing to see how they would shout at their own team mates and start pointing fingers at each other because of a small mistake or because of something in which they lost in. Ah well, hope this trait would die off when they grow up.
Learnt a cool 'Shark song', too. Shall discuss about that further.
Also had a 'mini-Olympics', and the 'Soccer Mania' sucked. Nobody in his/her right mind would enjoy playing soccer in the 2man3legs formation. The P5s couldn't even walk without tripping. Ah well, also not I playing.
Had campfire planning after that, which means practicing of cheers. So Caracal 1 and 2 combined and I was more or less the one teaching everyone what to do and blah blah. Quite fun playing with them and learning how to get them to keep quiet to listen to me. They talk a lot. Seriously, they are very lively and bubbly and sour, with random comments coming in at random timings and I couldn't bring myself to be angry with people 5years younger than me. Funny people though, I think I managed to get them to enjoy the planning. I hope.
Campfire cheering was a disaster though. Declines to elaborate further.
Went to bathe. Very fun, I've never bathed or showered in RVPS before. But finally I did, and it was a messy one considering the fact that my smelly PE shirt was used as a towel. And it didn't dry my up well either, with me having to stone around almost fleshing my groin. Nobody was around though. Speaking of which, some P5 noticed my underwear and reported to me the colour. Normally in school, I'd just pull up my shirt and flash, and say stuff like 'What? What??' but this were P5ers and with females around I just couldn't do it. I'm glad I didn't do it anyway.
Went to sleep at 1 plus, a tough thing to do. We were given the Dance studio to sleep in but every guy was given that prerogative too. I didn't want to sleep there, would be too noisy, with Lipids sleeptalk and Gordon's crapshit. Besides, there were mirrors and mirrors are scary. So Ed WK and I went to sleep in another classroom. Knocked out cold.
Went for the Sungei Buloh nature reserve. Damn fun, went there to feed mosquitoes. And I didn't use any insect repellents or wear long sleeved shirts/pants. So I went there in my CCA shirt and school pants, and got bitten like siao. I always do stuff like tear off the skin and let the bite bleed. Would recover faster. I guess.
Anyway, they made a lot of noise and whined a lot because they couldn't tahan much. I carried a boy for awhile, too. So fun.
They had to build a bird's nest, too. I started doubting whether students were mammals. Then I thought about the bird's nest and how it's held together by saliva. Saliva got salivary amylase, and enzymes are proteins. So I wondered whether other kinds of proteins would hold the nest together not, and I thought about the 'soggy bird's nest' variation. But I realized that the campers couldn't produce the needed body fluid, so I aborted the iFea. Besides, it's gross and the marker has to touch and check the 'nest'. I'd really pity her as that might be the last thing she'd ever touch before she feels that her hands would never feel the same way again.
There were a lot of weird customs. The campers had to wait for everyone to get their food, to 'show appreciation' to the SMs and parent volunteers. Weird reason, and a lot of caracal campers came over to gawk at me eat. Because got cabbage, and I had a lot of troubles eating the vegs of yesternight. It was like me VS. veggies. A lot of noise. But cabbage I can tahan, and they were sorely disappointed so I had to start a staring fight in which I'd stare into another person's eyes and try to make that person laugh or something. Then I win. Woohoo. I keep winning. How can I lose?
After lunch, they stoned in the hall and the Joshua went up to perform. I was pulled up on stage but I didn't feel like doing anything crazy at all. I won't do crazy stuff just because everyone else is doing it. I won't do crazy stuff just because I'm dragged to. I do it when I feel like it and if I don't feel like it, I won't do it. Accuse me of spoiling your sport and I'd accuse you of spoiling my sport. It's that simple.
Did the shark song when keeping in the wet tents and all. Damn fun. Just a lot of noise pollution. And I saw the small girl, woohoo! Previously in the hall she sort of asked me whether I said that she was cute not, and I was pretty sure I did that. But to save face, I replied with a very ambiguous statement 'Say you cute got money earn not? Don't have right?' and I got away. Her friend looked damn teenager, with those hot faded pants, and dyed hair I think.
'Thank you' letters were written too. I got 2, but I guess these 2 were really sincere. If everyone was forced to write, like not sincere like that. Just writing to patronize you.
I just like all of them for their keesiao-ness with me, and I really hope that they enjoyed this camp.
A rather long post in a sleepy state. I'm proud. My ability to amaze myself never ceases.
Sleepy now. Thanks for letting me have a fun time, P5s. I didn't enjoy myself much last year because Ed was with me and I had the option to keep quiet. And as I'm naturally a quiet man, I'd just slink away.
Oh yea, my shit getting more and more solid by the way. I took my handphone into the toilet in the hopes of taking a video of: 'intense swirling cosmos of colours of human defecation can give one an endless stream of contentedness and pleasure'. By WK. That's why I said that if he has a blog I'd link to him with hugs and kisses. But I was sorely disappointed when my shit was solid. Urgh.
Read on Mindyourbody about 'tweens'. And the cute girl's friend seemed like one. Shall talk about tweens tomorrow.
Shark song damn fun by the way.
-- 5/28/2008 07:32:00 PM
