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sucks like shit.

Sunday, April 08, 2007 @ 1:28 PM


camp.
it was horrendously bleah!
torturous.
causing me great mental anguish.
didnt enjoy it at all.
and im mentally scarred from it.
will never participate in any SP camps anymore.


abit of exaggeration here and there.
but there's still truth in it.
really.



i had my fun there.
but that fun part was only 30% of the whole exprience.
the rest was comprised of the shoutings from the GPs,
breakdowns, the stupd games which did not seem like games to me.
and blah blah blah.



the only reason for me to still hold on and endure like hell
was my family.
my beloved Gawain family.
because of mummy eos and daddy odin.
because of my brothers and sisters.




i love them alot.
really. comes from the bottom of my heart.
they're uber nice, caring and patient.
throughout the camp,
we'd been thru ups and downs.
high tides and low tides.
they really put up a brave front.
unlike me (kept breakdown like no one's business).
although i might be older than most of them,
the way they react in whatsoever situation were waaayy matured than me.
they were always there to console me whenever im down.
big thanks to mummy, daddy, lina, bernice, evelyn, huili, prakash,
sham, davin, xavier and the others.
i love you guys loads.





on tuesday.
during the first initiative game.
i broke down.
crying like no one's business sey.
the bloody GPs kept shouting at my face.
and the rest too.
they kept shooting insults like they're damn clever.
stupid freaks.
they thought the sembawang park belonged to them.
kept shouting. and shouting. and shouting.
in their bloody loud voice.
then i backed out. and started sprinting.
sprinted like some crazy tasmanian devil lah.
sprinted from sembawang park to campsite.
packed up my bags ready to go.
blah blah blah.
was told by asst chief cook i had an ugly attitude.
tsk tsk.
she never seen worse side of me yet.
then sat around for hours in that room.
my family came.
on that very moment, i really felt that we really bonded well.
like real bros and sis.
thats when i really decided not to go.
just for the sake of my family.




the only fun thing besides my family was the cookhouse.
a.k.a lajola palace.
the cooks there cooked great food.
and they're really crazy and fun.
they reminded me of the time i worked at pizza hut back of house.





anyways.
thank god friday came
was waiting for friday for a very long time.
and it finally came.
the bad thing was the Gawain family had to break up.
we sang a song from some dinosaur movie to mummy and daddy.
mummy got teary.
me too. but i just wiped it off lah.
i kept crying during the camp so i tried not to cry again lah.
tsk tsk.


anyways.
i will always remember my Gawain Family.
the bonded family that been there for me and watched out
for me during the whole duration of the camp.

i love you guys!