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.Wednesday, July 19, 2006 ' 22:10 Y
you used to be the reason, for my smile.you still are.

camp re-pe-rio!!

hmm updates on this camp.

well..i havent been to a camp in a million of years so naturally i felt pretty nervous..and i got all too conscious about this camp and i started packing clothes which werent realli useful. i ended up looking like a weirdo with the so unhappening clothes.

ice breakers werent realli my sort of thing.
i still cant figure out how to play 'chilli chop chop' and i do think that it aint that useful anyway.
but yeah, the games we played kinda loosened us up a bit.
the seniors were friendly. we could connect in many senses.
i tried to immerse myself in the surroundings as best as i could.
but places where i couldnt fit in, i didnt even try.


i did hope that the YJ senior that im dead sure ive seen around school a zillion times before could have been a bit more friendlier..but i guess, there isnt much to expect. i shd have known better. after all, im that insignificant.(she hasnt seen me before) sticking everywhere ard our cosy yj campus doenst help that much if u're small.


friends were there to make.
but i guess there wasnt much time for us to interact deeper with each other and that was clearly evident with the fact that we were all stuck at trying to remember each other's names and faculties even after 4 days.


descubra was cool.
we rocked man.
haha.
initially it was all quiet and loomy.
day4: haha. overall champ.
i cant imagine myself doing all those shakey cheers. especially with my sprained back.

which brings me to the games part.
the team building games really building ah..
the best and most refreshing one was the slope.
when i first saw the ever steep and soapy slope we all had to climb, i was like all jelly already.
but it had to be done.
just as i had steadily (more like clumsily) reached the half of the slope, the everdearest game master had to 'pour' me down the slope by splashing buckets of soap and eggy stuff on me..and i tumbled down:(
and so we tried and we fell. and we tried and tried. the more we concentrated on reaching the top, the more we failed.
but as we stopped to look out for one another, we slowly got the grip and the strength to slide up.
the tugging and lugging at each other's clothes and underpants (haha) were terribly unsightly. but admirable okay..

haha..sharifah managed to climb the everest of nus.
yay!!!



the nightwalk.
the first of its kind for me.
much much to be remembered.
i salute the 'ghosts' who had to pose in the darkness and in the wildness at past midnight.

i must blog in about this paticular part which is sooooo hilarious!
we went to masjid tentera at nearly 11 plus pm.
and so, the 'ghosts' had already stationed themselves all around the woods and the bushes. we already knew that they were there and so we remained as slumber as we can, tho they looked frightening with all those stuff.

then there was this 'mat motor' riding just slowly beside us. cos it was dark, we cldnt make out who is was and just assumed that the mat was one of the facilitators assisting.
then the 'mat motor' actualli turned out to be a pak cik who was there to pray.
and he got all frightened and all pale cos he thought that the 'ghosts' were real.....
so kesian..
and he was all ready to speed off with his bike and leave us all behind.

revenge is sweet they say.
fear stricken pak cik took revenge by scaring us all saying that the place is really keras and that u could realli see things there. but only at 12 mdnight.

"pak cik ingatkan hantu. tapi tengok time, baru pukul 1130. belum kul 12. cik terfikir jugak, kenape pocong nye keluar siang sikit?"

and he said it with all seriousness.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

and that left us all scrambling to the comfort and protection of the masjid.





many many stuff too happened at the nightwalk.
like how i was TOO BLIND to see the ghosts and actualli held their hands instead of being scared.
and how i was kental enuf to ask the ghosts for directions.


on the whole reperio was cool.
a great bundle of joy. a nice getaway.


but i havent reached the closeure yet.






and i made a conscious effort not to fall for anyone whom i noe or suspect are already attached.




but i still think that yj orientation 1 was the best team buliding i had ever.







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