I know it's like, kinda late to post for something that ended like 2 days ago, but... here goes.
So like I mentioned with hatred about the ALTC camp in my previous posts, guess what? I'm back and I'm still ALIVE!
But honestly and truthfully, the camp was millions better without the huge lump of blubber that has frowning eyebrows glued to that empty space between her eyes and her forehead and a protuding belly wearing shirts which printed "I'M SEXY".
Well, actually not literally, but the feeling you have when you read the fabulously disgusting descriptions is absolutely identical to the feeling we have when we see her.
So anyway, attendance for Sec 1 and 2 was full, I think. For Sec 3, it was 16/29 =).
Don't blame us, blame the blubber.
We fall in at 2pm in the Quadrangle and Stef and me, the forever lamers, started a countdown of 24 hrs. ROFLMAO. And we updated everytime we get to see the clock.
It was rifle drills. The stupid dummy rifle was so freaking heavy I don't know why they invented it for. Probably with the evil intention of breaking our wrists.
After drills was a MOTIVATION lecture. Then that guy went on and on about motivation. At that point I was motivated to sleep but I did not mention that so that I can still keep my life.
On and on it goes (I mean the camp), until it was dinner time. Darn it they made us eat in our houses.
Actually Stef and I so carefully and meticulously planned our dinner the day before the camp. We agreed that she will bring the cocktail sausages while I'll bring the longan. Then in the end we were in different houses so we can't eat together.
Sian. So I had to pair up with 2 Sec 1 cause' you know, yeah, I, being a responsible and awesome senior, I'll have to take care of my juniors... HAHA, bhb.
After dinner was campfire, except there was no fire and we were in the canteen sitting around a stage of benches and tables.
Our screams and cheers was controlled by the the lights. When the lights were off, we started cheering. When the lights were on, we started booing. ROFLMAO.
Let's skip the performance, cause' it isnt exactly very interesting, except for Extreme Elites' performance, cause it's my house =).
But during the whole 'campfire' me and Stef was constantly annoyed and disturbed by that guy who kept screaming in a weird way unnecessarily. And he was right behind me.
I asked him to shut up.
He didn't.
Fast forward to the next day. And yes, we were still counting down.
After a deemed FABULOUS breakfast of noodles we had this game. There were 4 stations. 1st was throwing a bar of wet soap to another member in the field. I seriously hope the grass don't get poisoned. 2nd was dunking your head into a box of flour to find a Polo sweet. Thank goodness I refused unless I would be in the same plight as Stef was in, cause' she got flour on her hair, mouth and her pathetic braces. FYI, I don't have braces =).
3rd was thrusting wide shots towards some water bottles about few metres away using tomatoes and apples with hope that we can somehow knock 3 down.
First attempt I actually knocked 2 down but I missed the crucial shot. SO all the way back we go to the pathetic soap bar that has grass embedded in it after being constanly tortured by falling onto the grass.
Finally, a 'Shen Tong', as we called him since he hit down like 3 and 4 bottles in 2 rounds, help us pass.
The 4th was eating 2 quarters of a watermelon. Actually we were doing pretty well until a fat obese boy in my house took two bites instead of one. But we can't really blame him (though we silently did), coz...
1. he was fat
2. fat means he can eat
3. he's hungry
4. he's greedy
5. the watermelon just look so tempting
6. HE HAS TO TAKE 2 BITES!
7. he made us torture the bar of soap again
8. he made us repeat points 1,2,3,4
GRRRR.
Anyway. Reflections bout the camp:
I thought the camp was pretty great, due to the fact that the fat thing that occupies half of the land Earth has was absent! But I totally disagree with the fact that a seemingly BORING guy had to teach us how to motivate people when these kind of thing can't actually be taught. I mean, it's like asking people how come there's a Sun. Totally futile.
I wonder why in every reflection we have to write what we learnt. Since you have a burning desire to know exactly what I've learnt, let me tell you dude. Stef and I successfully mastered the art of escapism! When we had to area clean, everytime the NCOs starts to complain about this part being dirty with stray maggi-mee strands, me and Stef sneaks away. When the NCOs said someone had to clear the on-the-verge-of-bursting rubbish bin, BINGO!, we ran away.
Therefore, I think that the camp was really fruitful for me since I successfully mastered this fabulous art without the need of a master.
I hope this satisfies you.