i thought i will just finish up whatever i have yet to write then go do my chores.
didnt enjoy camp much because, as usual, people irritate me and i irritate people. we didnt have common values, common goal, and we were just there for the sake of being there, at least for me, the thing that got on to me was that nobody wanted to listen when somebody is talking and when the person is done, she asks again. i didnt like the planning committee's attitude, not that mine was any better, but considering their target audience is nineteen and above, we could do with a little more respect. bad planning, lousy attitude, was just not something to look forward to. we didnt even have microphones for the night events in the hall, though all of us were to be teachers, not all of us are blessed with good and loud voices. i have no comments about the games though some were quite gross, but games are all the same, it just takes a different attitude to play them. there was an event that seriously turned me off. the leaders were dressed up like ghosts and stuff to scare us in the playhouse - a drama place with plenty of mirrors. i didnt like that game, as much as i was rather scared, what turned me off was the fact that we derive joy out of scaring people. i am a killjoy, i told them that it was a meaningless game and that i didnt want to play it. acting like a true blue spoilt brat. they came up with a lousy rationale for the game, being from a design school, i've heard no lousier rationale than theirs. but i had fun on the second day, we had some game that required us to play outside campus. everyone was in rather jolly good mood, i had a friend who's willing to be enthu at certain times with me so it was better. but all in all, we were moving slowly and having our own fun. we even stopped by gelare because they had discount on waffles on tuesday. we went back late and somewhat i felt that the committee had degraded us to little punks. not the little punks like what timothy always calls us. its the kind that deserved no respect at all. but thank God, He has blessed the group with really lovely leaders who cared for us, took care of the details for us, shared stories of being a teacher with us, motivated us. (: we had supper with them on the last night which was pretty fun. i didnt sleep at all because i didnt like to sleep for an hour and have to wake up. spent time reading and worshipping and enjoying God's goodness that morning. thats all for camp, after two days it seems less negative.

i am one of those who are not posted to any subjects. perhaps its because of the range of my diploma that doesnt fit into any thing. but given a choice, i will read history. have always enjoyed history so i guess thats it for me. i will choose to remain in the primary track. and i will still, on my own read art history. i am not moving anywhere with that though. bleh. haha.

went to watch shuying's canoeing competition. rushed down in a cab, fell asleep in the cab, periodically waking up to check if i have enough money to pay. shuying was stylo when she was rowing man! shes so cool. i had lunch with aunty kf and sarah and we met hongmeng and kenny. went home to get stuff for slic and i ended up falling asleep. and overslept for slic. thankfully uncle kheeyin was there to give out the papers. aunty laimui thanked me for helping out with the home stay thing. haha. didnt do much, credit goes all to catherine who worked so hard for it.

saw ser on the way home from church on wednesday. she looked so cute with her hair covering her eyes. it was awesome seeing her cos she has always been really nice. she is looking for a job, hoping that God will bless her with a good one.

kaypohed a bit from her. theres actually three merit award winner. mr seet whom no one cheered for, peiqi who was late and weiliang who didnt go. it turned out that no one wanted mr seet to win, for what reasons, rather obvious. haha.

went to see baby yesterday. he looked good, not that yellow. mummy looked good too. daddy looks fine too. hehe. aunty laura, aunty sylvia and aunty suetfong came by too. we left as they arrived because we didnt want to clatter the house. uncle william made us try this burmese pickled tea. its horrid. and i am left wondering how am i going to be a missionary next time if i am ever called for that. haha.

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