Wednesday, November 14, 2007



Well, now that I'm sufficiently bored motivated, I shall finally blog the pseudo-narrative version of the PSLTC. Yay me.

After I change keyboard. This laptop's keyboard sucks balls.

The " : " key is still screwed though. Damn. Also, because I have bad memory an obsessive compulsive dysfunctionality, I will be referring to the camp programme to make sure I don't miss out on anything. Much.

Okok, so the day before the camp which was Sunday, after Churching with Yang En, I came back home, bathed and did final packing before lugging all the bags to school. By bus. Yes, I dragged 3 bags ( Haversack with LAPTOP bag inside and the usual Ashworth carry bag ) by bus.

Reached school where a very surprised Varian called me retarded for staying over the night before a camp. Woof woof =)

Musli finally reached school at around 7 when the first gnawing pains of gastric had manifested. I thought bussing was bad, Musli had to cycle to school from Eunos with his own hugeass bag. Poor thing.

Anyway, we went to Parkway for dinner. Wandered around because EVERYWHERE was filled with people. Non-halal Pastamania was filled blah blah blah so we ended up eating at Swensons

It was nice, but shooper-dooper totally not worth it. $14 (inclusive of GST and Service Charge) for a relatively small plate of food is so totally not worth it. Plus we waited for like 20 minutes with Musli and I getting increasingly desperate for food.

'Musli, do you think anyone would mind if we started eating the forks?'
'As long as we don't have to pay for them.'

We patronized Scoopz after that since we were planning to walk back. The gastric still hadn't subsided by then, and halfway back to school at MPL, we gave up due to the excruciating pain our stomaches. I finally know what it's like to be pregnant AND giving birth. Simultaneously.

Because of my absolute desponess in wanting to climb into school, we dropped at Mandarin Gardens. Had to jump across the longkang which resulted in my wonderful gastric-baby kicking me very painfully in the stomach.

And Musli, if you read this, there was something. =)

Made our way backs to the PSB room where we promptly collapsed into chairs. Babies are evil little monsters. Watched the Simpsons Movie then went to sleep. I mean tried to sleep because my vicious gastric-baby was intent on making my life hell. I tossed and turned ( painfully ) for like an hour before finally managing to fall asleep.

We woke up the next morning to John considerately and quietly kicking the door open and shouting "Good MORNING!" ala Mdm Farrah. No offense M'am. I jolted awake and Musli slept on. I poked Musli, prodded him, slapped him with my air pillow and did a myriad of other things before Sleeping Beauty finally awoke from his magical slumber.

We showered at fricking 6.30 in the school showers. At first, we didn't think it was so cold even though it had been raining the entire night. And then when we stepped out of the room and walked towards the showers, Musli and I were like 'Oh...this is going to be so fun.'

In the showers itself, it wasn't all that cold. I turned on the water and promptly screamed as the glacial water drenched me. It was cold. Very cold. It was even colder after I stepped out of the shower to soap myself. Then when I stepped back in, it was warmer, but still cold. Overall, it was very very cold. I think my testicles experienced an Ice Age.

Needless to say, I stepped out of the shower very very awake, and very very frozen. Musli didn't seem all that cold. Must be the insulation of the B**** surrounding him =)

Went back just as most of the PSLs/PSFs arrived. Did another briefing regarding the new 'separation' of groups. Then we all (PSLs, PSFs and PSLs-to-be) assembled in the wonderfully dry basketball court. It was very dry, unless you count puddles of water everywhere, water still dripping from the nets and a generally flooded basketball court. But petty details, petty details.

As it turns out, despite our faces being on the glaringly bright red board hanging on the PSB room door, most of the PSLs-to-be (henceforth referred to as nubcakes for convenience and fun) don't know how we look like. Alphonsus and I contemplated switching names for the camp, but decided against it because that would just confuse the poor already-confused nubcakes.

Oh, and one nubcake called me Glen. Please, do I look like this -> [|^.^|]
(my god I'm such a bitch)

Did basic briefing for camp stuff ( discipline yada yada ), and experienced a STUPID incident before bringing them all to ECP where they all got hit by cars and died. Oops, wrong ECP, this one's East Coast Park. Yar, so we did Identities there.

My group was the uber sexy Team Dynamite with uber-sexy facilitators like Alphonsus, Weng Keong, myself, Hao Ming, Andre and Nicholas Chan. Of course, being uber-sexy Team Dynamite means our nubcakes themselves are uber-sexy too.

In no order of uber-sexiness, the nubcakes are:
Uber-sexy Dynamite Alpha: Caleb, Jing Qun, Yu Fan, Fu Zhi, Siddharth
Equally-Uber-sexy Dynamite Beta: Wei Loong, Joseph, Nicholas, Desmond, Emersius.

I can't believe that being the sextorians that we are, we forgot to take a group picture! Ahhhhh my gawd!

In any case, we got started on Group Identities. Naturally, Team Dynamite's logo is something rather brainless. They actually improvised and fashioned a brush out of a stick and tissue paper. Glen came over and poured the red and blue paint onto tissue paper. The coagulated paint resembled a sheep's heart. Only with a blue version. But still gross. And somewhat cute.

The first attempt at drawing a dynamite logo failed miserably. The result looked like a worm exploded, violently. Thankfully subsequent attempts were good and more than half of their identities actually resembled sticks of dynamite ( and miscellanous exploded entrails ).

Super camwhored with Alphonsus, Weng Keong, Oswin the Pok and the rest. Will upload pictures once my new HP ( horrible product ) laptop comes back.

We had GROUP PRESENTATIONS after that and GROUP DYNAMITE, despite being the last to finish their identities, no time to prepare and a completely impromptu presentation, did not lose any of their uber-sexiness for a second and gave a super presentation! Then the group cheer was somewhat lackluster, but I wasn't really paying attention because I was talking with Jonty and Marcus AwYong the cheekopeh.

ICEBREAKERS were damn fun! We played Double Whacko after first getting everyone to introduce themselves, class, cca and subject combination, seniors included. Everytime a nubcake said 'Triple Science and Geography elect' or "Triple Science and History elect' most of the PSFs/PSLs erupted in cheers. Alphonsus was retardedly cheering every History elect, together with Musli and Pok.

Mirza stood up and was like 'Hi, I'm Mirza, from 2G, Concert Band and I guess I'm the only guy here going for Literature' . I screamed my lungs out.

The Double Whacko itself was damn cocked-up lah. With the red shirts inside in the inner circle, everyone started calling out the red shirts' names instead of the nubcakes' names. Emersius failed to protect me so I kana'ed once. Stood by Joshua and the moment someone called his name , I thwacked him.

After a while, the red shirts pulled out because we realized it was quite meaningless for us to be playing. So we got them to sit closer. As names flew fast and frantic, a lot of sand got sprayed up and kicked around by the whacker leaping at people. Sandmen, all of them.

We skipped the polo mint game due to time constraint and went to CHINESE WHISPERS. And what a spasticated game it was. From 'Powerpuff Girls' can become 'Upskirt'. My group cheated once though =( Almost had "Weng Keong' as a phrase but it was scrapped when most of them moved to do the Banana Dance thrusting motion to represent 'Wank.' Yeah, the idea was scrapped fast.

Had a cheering session after that. Being the first day, the cheering was quite lacklustre, but at least you can still see people really putting in the effort. People like Mirza who's face kept turning red, Mr Wei 'Ahpui' Loong who lost a bit of his voice on the first day. But can also see those who are not cheering, people like Joseph and Mr Merk.

Lunched, then went for Urban Orienteering. Our route was damn weird, but damn fun. Spent a lot of time running here and running there and running everywhere. Without going into too much detail, we completed 7 out of 10 locations. Going back from AngMoKio Hub took FOREVER because the bus took like an hour more than usual. I was like 'shit shit shit this is soooo screwed'. On the upside, Weng Keong introduced me to Subway which is the total shizz and I'm so eating there this sunday. or tomorrow, whichever.

We reached back an HOUR late and I was super super paiseh and embarrassed and honestly feeling completely like shit because of that for the entire night. Hurriedly bathed and whatnot, then had sharing session and senior sharing session. Then released Talentime details.

Dynamite's words were " Lee Kuan Yew ", "Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes", "Underwater", "Baby on a stick" and the impromptu suggestion (coughalphonsuscough) "MOCCA MAN."

Needless to say, Macrogroup Dynamite's planned talentime was super super R-rated. It involved affairs, inserting of sticks into various bodily orifices and little choice words about someone's mother, some private parts and someone's mother's private parts. YuFan and Fu Zhi are very very well-versed in some things they should not be well-versed in. MakanKamaSutra anyone?

They all slept at around...12+ in the canteen. Us red shirts had a meeting with Ms Tang to talk about our groups, what we had noticed and everything. Ms Tang brought down Coke which I drank because I'm a coke slut. Then nightwalk briefing until 1+ before we finally retired to bed.

Which took us another half an hour. Musli, Alphonsus and I dragged 3 of those canteen wooden tables together and then each slept on one. Alphonsus on my left, Musli on my right. We slept.

I kept waking up in the middle of night because the temperature just kept changing. It would rain then stop, rain then stop. It was also fairly cold and though Musli kindly acquiesced to lend me his sleeping bag, it did quite little to warm me. I almost wanted to hug one of them for warmth, but Musli didn't look particularly huggable and hugging Alphonsus would have been like cold and uncomfortable. Cold in particular.


Ahhhhhhhhhhh, it's 10.30 and I'm still up. Surprised? Well, I've been trying to sleep more, to see if it improves my reaction time during the day. Still training myself to react faster to changes around me and be aware and keep track of everything around me.

Butttttttttttttt Yang En hasn't sent me the documents. And I'm not sleeping till I get those documents.

So let's burn some 10.28pm oil.