9th kyc day 4

I dreaded this day. I hate goodbyes, its oh so depressing, and I don’t handle depression well. Trudged back to the dorm with Brian, my whole body was aching, and we moved at a snails pace. It took absolutely an eternity to reach. When the rest caught up with us we were still halfway there! Talk about retardedness. Unfortunately the rest of the day sped through like a bullet train. Before we knew it we had another photo shoot with your 9^th KYC t-shirts. Then its off to the hall for the last time for Pursuit of Excellence, the last value. Mrs President gave a speech, and I bet many were struggling to pay attention and failing miserably. What really woke the crowd was when the lights dimmed and they played all the pictures of camp with music accompaniments. Plenty of laughs there.

Last was the Circle of Excellence, where all of us linked hands and was told to make eye contact (wth?). It was followed by dismissal and lots of hugs, and goodbyes.

4 hugs a day – survival

8 hugs a day – comfort

12 hugs a day – pure joy

Abi said Keith was SO going into my bus. I said, NO WAY. So we bet, and *drum rolls* I lost. I still owe her 10 buckeroonies then. Darn… But the bus ride was eventful, Ken and I struggled to finish Abi’s book, Megan Maede’s Guide to the McGowen Boys , and oh so falling flat on our faces. Camwhored a hell lot in the bus!

Andy sesat! Wrong bus yo! Nah, just kidding...

Me, Nisha, Vina.

~We are oh.so.CuTe! ehee~

Vina, Natalie, Nisha, Keith, Nicholas.

~ nice... formation (Nat must have pinched Keith =P) ~

~ WHOA... the bus is tilting! Hey... I can see my house from here XD ~

~ I think Ken gave Justin nightmares ~

So we reached our pick-up point all too soon… This calls for one thing, and only one thing! MORE HUGS AND PICTURES! Woot!

Justin, Nabilah, Iman, Sheryiin, Nicholas, 'somebody', Melody, Keith, Natalie, 'somebody'
~ SFs!! Gotta lurve em! ~

~ Ethan, your breath stinks! Poor Vina... haha ~

~ WORLD DOMINATION! cheerleaders rawk ~

The End

Woke up at 6. Decided to check out where the guys dorms were. Guys, don’t look at me like that… you know I wouldn’t do anything unwanted… I just wanted to SEE. So I made my way out of the females confined area and headed to the direction of my destination. I’ve seen guys go that way OK… Well, on the way something freaky happened. The fencing was zinc, and you know the loud, echoing sound zinc stuff makes when something collides into it? Well, I heard that. The alley was shrouded in semi-darkness, so I thought… OK, its those stupid cats fighting or sleep walking or something, nothing to worry about. Took a deep deep breath, and three steps later… BANG! I swear it was louder this time. To convince myself, I actually went to peer into that area but did not see anything, and as I looked, that part of the fence went BANG!!! Again… I was officially freaked out, so I half ran to the open area between the two dorms. At least there was light there, any somethings would have a hard time scaring me. So I stayed there, alone, trying to stop my heart enough so it doesn’t come out. Upwards, downwards or through my chest. Lol.

Stretching was in the hall, it was drizzling. Fortunately rafting and high ropes was still on. Cheers dominated the little ‘Oh man…’s’ First up was rafting. No problem, I mean, I’ve done this before. TWICE. Right?? OK… *holds two ends of rope* now where does this go? Oh, it was supposed to CONNECT the plank and barrel?? *blink* okok… Kok Kuan, Izzat and Julian ended up doing most of the work… Due to their uncanny ability to remember what-goes-where after the instructor showed us. We girls were still struggling on one end even after they’ve done the other three. And that didn’t turn out so well either, and had to be redone. Sigh… We so did try! Nevertheless we DID help whenever possible! It actually turned out quite sturdy, but the instructor just had to use our raft as a stage to shout out further instructions. My neighbourhood was holding our breath and biting fingernails, you could see the plank literally bend under pressure! Fortunately, it held.

The water, on the other hand, was brown to the extreme, and there was red oil actually visible on the surface. It was terrible. Ken said the waste products from camp actually go there… Urh, lets try not to think about it shall we? Our team was the last to kick off. At first we thought X-treme Survivors were just having trouble coordinating the paddles and positions or something, because they were moving an inch per minute! My team, especially Kok Kuan, was trying to be competitive and urged our team to go forward, ‘Cut them! Cut them la!’ he said. Idiot. I was literally the captian of this ship, and you all do what I say!! I told them NO. Absolutely not! Boost them, aren’t we in a Key Leader camp?! And guess what… the listened! Wow, OK, I never knew I had it in me XD… But still, the raft in front caused a super traffic jam for us, and I saw Ken shift his place, and Andy shouting… Actually, I think most of them were shouting themselves hoarse. Poor people… Turned out two of their barrels had holes in them! -sadness-

I AM SO PROUD OF THE GINGERBREAD MEN!

The only thing that got me irritated was the teams lack of enthusiasm on the cheering department. I feel so stupid, just trying to get them to cheer all the time. I will not let my neighbourhood be labeled as pathetic. Never.

High ropes was fun. It wasn’t nerve-wrecking at all! The only one that comes close to getting on my hopeless nerves was the Flying Fox… But I went down dangling with my left hand holding on for dear life, but it was fun! Albeit that I ended the thing facing the wrong way… I still have the rope burns on my wrist to prove the friction!

At lunch time we had a photoshoot with our Key Leader t-shirts. It was fun!! Brian was on my left and he had a slightly nasty experience… There was this fat guy who was literally STICKING TO HIM, top to bottom, the whole time. Talk about body contact! Later found out that Julian had the same experience too! Hey, when they said, ‘Closer, closer!’ to fit us all in the frame, I’m sure they didn’t mean THAT close >

Our lessons today included Respect and Building Community. We got to see Larry again today on the projector. I forgot his girlfriends name, but they were so sweet together. Oh, Larry is a mentally retarded person who lives in Befort Street, who collects money for charity, but doesn’t take any for himself. What an example of selfless service! Bless him…

Touched up on our skit today. It turns out that Speedy Gonzales is a little mouse thingy who’s Mexican and is real naughty. So since our value is Building Community, we decided to do a Powerpuff Girl thing. Yours truly is Mojo Jojo, who creates the ultimate killing machine!! Speedy Gonzales, played by Tzen, the little kid in the group (excellent job!). So Blossom (Izzat), Bubbles (Kok Kuan) and Buttercup (Julian) come to save the day! Unfortunately, they are brought to their arses and fail!! *evil laugh* So the beloved citizens of Townsville come to seek vengeance with fails, bottles and penyapu lidi. How touching. So… I die, yeah.

I AM SO PROUD OF THE GINGERBREAD MEN!

Best part was dancing to some hiphop song I don’t really know, Las Ketchup, YMCA, our beloved Chicken Dance, and the Cha Cha! Ken deliberately swung his ass into my hip and boy did it hurt like crazy!! I could swear my hip broke and I was decapacitated by his asses boniness. Wanted an encore but didn’t get it. *whines*

The Circle of Appreciation was very touching. I gave a lot of good stuff when I could, because Julian kept talking and talking, and when its my turn, (he sits to my left) he leaves me struggling to comment on something he HASN’T said. Sweatness. Henin was the first to cry, a lot of people sobbed, Tzen was complaining of hunger, as usual… I cried, but I was smiling because I’m just so proud of the Gingerbread Man! *hugs* Kok Kuan was totally freaky though, I refused to acknowledge that fact, but when it was my turn to hold the candle, he kept staring at me! Like, leaning forward to stare!! I tried to lower my head as low as it goes without burning my hair, but it was totally, irrevocably, freaky.

Couldn’t sleep that night. Spent most of the time chatting with Julian and Ee Huey at the land between dorms. Henin mostly listened… Whoops. We procrastinated like crazy about Kok Kuan!! And Julian and I talked about Genting… Stupid Pontianak haunted house XD. But we soon found ourselves back in the hall – last night no curfew man! The way it should be! I absolutely refused to go back to my dorm (the curse of laziness) there… between napping and snapping pictures to waking up at seven and joining Chuin Xin, Jacky, Melody and Justin talking dirty all night…

I can't believe Brian dragged me into this. I so just woke up! At 3a.m!

9th kyc day 2

Day 2

There was a strange melody playing somewhere. It was soft, but somehow it awoken me. I forced open my eyelids and looked around. College-girl's handphone is ringing an alarm. Apparently she heard it too, and turned it off. Saw the time – shit, five thirty?! What a nutcase. Tried to go back to sleep, unsuccessfully. The masjid blared like a loudspeaker with many serious bugs. They must all be deaf, coz only I woke up. I never knew the prayers lasted so freegin long. Deshrivelled and totally annoyed, I decided, Oh What The Heck… So I woke up.

We started off with yoga exercises. It was excruciatingly painful, especially so early in the morning. Plus, my neighbourhood-mate's foot very nearly jammed into my vocal projector. Otherwise, I pulled it off with as much grace and dignity as ever possible in my situation.

Next was X-treme Teams, where the obstacle course beside the hall was utilized. It was great fun, and our team had some bonding time. Something crucially needed. When we got our card, which told us which obstacle we have to do in order, Nabilah was ecstatic. We got all the easy-peasy ones! No Tarzan thing over the water filled with tadpoles, no carrying-huge-teddy-bear-on-precarious-beams, no Thrust Fall!! We literally laughed out loud. There was only one ‘victim’ in our team – me. My left foot got soaked in the water, while doing that stepping stone thing. I was one of the blindfolded, have mercy on me! All the while we were behind X-treme Survivors (Andy, Nisha and Ken’s team), they took an eternity to finish the obstacles. Oh but I have a confession to make. We stole their ideas and gave them a makeover XD. Maybe that’s why we finished so fast. After we were done we slouched (I hopped on one foot, one hand holding my dirt water saturated shoe) to a… a hut I guess, and watched the world go by… Literally. We saw Iman fall from the Tarzan rope again, and again, and again… and…. Again. Later Julian pointed out that he saw this guy with a yellow shirt with his team at the Thrust Fall section on the other end, he caught his teammate, and then he LET HER GO! She fell right smack on her arse. Ouch. He even pointed out the girl, hanging on to a friend and limping in one direction. We all went, ‘Oh. My. God.’ at the same time.

We had hours to kill, so my neighbourhood decided to do something about our sketch. Value : Building Community. Special Character : Speedy Gonzales. Oh, the brain-deadness! No one seemed to know who or what Speedy Gonzales is… And our SF was missing. We went through a few ideas (OK, it was actually just me and Ee Huey. Julian backed us up. Hey, you gotta love them) and an idea about theft and community heroism stuck. It’s the best we could come up with, since we don’t even know WHAT or WHO our main character is… Why oh why didn’t we get James Bond or Red Indians??

Right. So later in the hall we had our Listening lesson. Met Jasmynn there, and Jas, if you ever read this, just want you to know that you’re a superb listener! We also had Personality Styles, and we were divided into groups. Abi, Nisha, Ken, Vina (I think) and I just stuck with being Collaberaters, even through all the situations Heidi bombed at us. It was easier, less movement and confusion. We even said we were toadally sure about our decision(s). I don’t think Heidi was very convinced =/. Oh well.

We also had this brain activity. It was hard, and my brain wasn’t functioning. If my neighbourhood wasn’t right smack at center front I would have dropped it and lay on the floor or something. Invisible dirt be damned!

Borrowed Abi’s book and red it with my torch. College girl beside me is on with her boyfriend again. What ter do… but roll my eyes and read.

kyc day 1

Day 1

Right, was one of the earliest at the meeting point. Didn’t see anybody particularly interesting, so kept to myself… Smsing Julian (not camp one) who also happens to have a camp at the same date. Boohoo. Later Nisha, Abi and their cousin, Sujesh arrived, and I was like.. Hmm, nice looking people. Kudos to them for coming over to avert my attention from my brother, who is, as usual, successfully annoying me. So in the bus I sat with Nisha, and Andy with Sujesh… When *tadaa* we met Ken, who was the first to start walking around doing that seriously dumb exercise where random people have to answer stupid questions and sign. Such a challenge, keeping your balance while attemping polite conversation AND write.

I was sure the bus got half lost and we passed some MRSM school on the way. But we made it there in one piece anyways. The Student Faci’s (SF’s) were there, giving us a warm welcome… They waved while we were still in the bus so… I waved back? Natural reaction? Oh well. So we had this debriefing, we got our t-shirts, sheet, files (love it, my name is printed on!) *shows file with one hand and pokes it with the other*.

Right… so during break me and Nisha bumped into Ken. I was so ecstatic, because he’s a cheerleader! And, I mean, come on, guy cheerleaders in Malaysia can be counted with your fingers. Just an expression Ken XD! So we had cheerleader talk, and we did a few flips, he could do round-offs and a scorpion and I was insanely jealous. Poor Nisha and Praevina aka Vina were like ‘I don’t know what you guys are talking about.’ Oh, Ken did some real slutty moves on the pole, and Abi caught it on her phone. She promised it would go on YouTube so when I get wind that its up its coming on here. Stay tuned!

Later Heidi led us through the Captain game, which was supposed to be fast moving but it turned out… not so fast. The Chicken Shake was darn fun though. We also had this Birthday Game, where everybody had to line up according to their birthdays without talking! Easily brushed aside, I mean, we wrote our birthdays and showed it to people. Kekekeke…

So then we were sobered up by putting us in groups and totally separating us from everything familiar. Lucky Ken, Nisha and Andy, they’re like, in the same neighbourhood (team)! I got stuck with a bunch of people I don’t know, all whom were insanely quiet, and I’m like, God, Help Me! But we managed, somehow to come up with a name and cheer. My neighbourhood is Gingerbread Man! And our cheer is ‘Run, run, as fast as you can… You can’t catch us we’re the Gingerbread Men!’ I thought it was quite cute, really. But when we had to present it it all came crashing down. Badly. And I was the one with the mike! The Horror, the pure horror!

From left : Ee Huey, Henin, Yours Truly, Wan Yi, 'Speedy Gonzales', Kok Kuan, Izzat, Nabilah (SF), Ei Von, Julian.








Nightmare-ish.

I couldn't sleep that night. I regretted not bringing a book, any book. And this college girl beside me is talking and talking to her boyfriend ALL-NIGHT LONG. Even when I finally fell asleep at about 1 she was still talking. Honestly! No consideration for others. And she was the only one who couldn't sleep with the lights off so in the end, all of us, being so darn nice... Couldn't sleep. *procrascinates*

dead

I can't freegin sleep, and in less then 36 hours I managed to kill myself and hurt all the people that actually matter to me. Am I good at this? Very. I'm the best there is, second to none, I'm number one. This is so depressing... I'm actually contemplating suicide for the first time. Though I know I have absolutely no guts whatsoever to carry it out.

I am so so bad at making decisions in a relationship I should win a Nobel prize. Hmm, no, that doesn't sound right. I deserve to be burned in the fiery pit of hell for causing pain. I'm very good at that too.

Trying not to remember things or I'll never sleep. Not that it's a bad thing, not sleeping. When I stay up overnight I get sick. Down with fever. Yay. So I'll just stay home sick for Christmas. Do I care? Not a bit. I love drowning in guilt and misery caused by non other that yours truly. For once this blog skin echos my mood. Black, dark, and empty.

What better way to end the holiday season. Julian is not talking to me, my best friend thinks I'm crazy and Keith begging me to stay.



I THINK I'LL GO RUIN MORE LIVES NOW. CHEERS.

omg

Man, 7 days to my piano exam. Not really nervous though... lalala.


Omigosh, read Kenneth's blog just now. Totally terrible, terrible. Well, I shan't tell his story, go to his blog and you'll see. But God, its just, disgusting.

Can't say much here, because I feel like cursing, and if I did, I'd have to censor everything here. Oooh, but I just have to say a few words.

The NERVE. How do they breed kids these days huh?




Oh, nevermind, just read his blog.




READ IT!