Camp CORRI II! My THIRD camp. (Lou: NOT MY FIRST BITCH. Who wouldn't feel crabby if you slept at 11+ and woke at 5 in the morning? YOU TELL ME. So I wasn't acting BIG, FUCKTARD. Be careful of what you say. I can bite you through my words. Its worse when I PMS.)
Day One
Assembled at school for some Icebreakers and lunch. Did the Faster-Throw-Away-The-Food-Before-They-Find-Out trick. HEH.
Went on the Rock Wall first cos I was picked out for demostration. After what I said in the previous post! Geez. Might be the Karma.
Flying Fox, and Abseiling after the Weather-Clear Siren.
Our bunk!
Thank god I brought a pillow, cos the floor was damn hard for sure. Loads of ants too. The back door couldn't be properly shut, so everyone opposite me, Ren and Manda kept joking about Pontianak. GAH.
Day Two
Kayaking in the morning! Very short, due to the time. Low ropes was fun! Okay, quite. Not nice holding on to sweaty people where you yourself is sticky. Gah. Oh man, don't even remind me about the Spider-Web.
Orienteering just before dinner. Was so boring that me, Manda and Alex cheated. THANKS VANISHA! Heh heh heh.
Campfire! Had no energy to actually give my all. Sorry lah.
Day Three
High ropes. Did only one (I went first, AGAIN!) where I had to walk across on a thin metal rope and grab ropes to stable myself. Practically everyone who went succesfully got across, except Amanda Tan who was afraid she would fall flat on her face. GAH. I strained my neck just looking up at her, being a spotter and all. Double GAH.
Finally got back to
Then! Nobody was home. Sam too. NO ONE WANTS US HOME! Okay lah, I had Maddy.
OH! Just two and a half days away from home and the place is disastrous! Maddy was drinking out of the pail in the toilet, instead of his waterbowl. Why? BECAUSE HIS REAL OWNER WOULDN'T CHANGE THE WATER. Fucker.
The room table was a big, big mess, cos of the very same person.
Moral? I AM SUCH A RESPONSIBLE KID WHEN IT COMES TO HOUSE STABILITY. Love me for it cos you cannot live without it. :P
Camp, like making mistakes (Quote, Miss Karen Kang), is fun.
Camp, reminds me of Cadet Kelly.
Camp, means pretending to love the food.
Camp, equals sleeping with bugs.
Camp, means no Corn or Monster.
Camp, reminds me of Spongebob.
Camp, reminds me of last year where I just went around going, "How many fingers do I have?".
Camp, in trackies, MEANS PLENTY OF BUTT ACTION WHEN GOING ROCK CLIMBING! Which to me is tremendously explicit, who wants anybody to stare at their panty line? Ew ew ew. Come, lets invest in some thongs before tomorrow arrives!
Kidding about the thongs, they make climbing up even more worse.
Seriously, if they do have Rock Climbing, I AM RUNNING AWAY. Of course, dragging Ren with me, to the toilet. Where I'll pretend to cry cos I miss civilisation, but more importantly, the fiesty creature who goes by the name Madrid Tan.
I make myself think Camp would suck. Maybe it wouldn't, on the last day.
Whatever, I have to go get myself TV time, cos ONE WHOLE FUCKING DAY WITHOUT TV WOULD DEHYDRATE MY TUBBING BONES. I would shrivell up and DIE, like in The Tuxedo. Heh heh heh.
SAM! I tell you secret. Psst...Corn...Psst. I WANT THOSE FROGS OKAY! I'll share my skittles. :)
And Loopy, of course you cannot bring, you have to live up to the prefect's code of honour, whatever it may be.
Adieu, minions. Will be back on the 20th.
GAH. When I need someone to bitch to, Sam does what? Run off to bathe halfway through. Seriously, one day I'll go mental and talk to the pussy. Oh wait, he ran off too.
NOBODY LOVES ME ANYMORE.
-Gummies.
-Corn.
-Monster.
-My pillow.
-Sam's Lime.
-Madrid the Menace.
-Puddington PJ pants.
-The Truth About Diamonds, if Lou doesn't mind.
-More gummies.
...and the stuff on the real camp packlist.