I could feel a few half-hearted attempts at brainwashing. but as a whole, the camp pretty much succeeded in preserving my mental state. My mind is still as clear and unpolluted as it was before.
Met up with an old friend, learned about B's weakness, learned about sleep-messaging, learned about the pronunciation of deo-dorant, learned about Ee Jane's (the Kelantan one) new flame, learned about new items of garglement, tried to find hotter guys to ogle at, divorced Amy, learned that I can actually go 2 km without something worthwhile to run for at the finish line, learned that Captain Carrot knows how to give blowjobs, learned that rappeling ain't all that fun, learned that communal bathing alone is damn fun, etc. etc.
Almost lost my temper at Wei Jie for making me act as The Wife in the patriotic song presentation. When no one volunteered for that role, bloody sonofabitch just wrote my name on the board without even asking my opinion. I hate being taken for granted. When I protested, he just waved it aside and started telling me what to do. Jerk of the century. Just because I helped him once in his stupid video, he thinks I'm at his beck and call. Asshole. It's not that I wouldn't help, but I'd like it if he just asked. But I learned something, that is I don't lose my temper ganasly enough. Zhen Hwang was actually trying to decide whether I'm really angry or not. I shall make it more pronounced next time. Yes, Wei Jie, you with the squid rammed up your butt. I am pissed at you.
Funnily enough, the most vivid memory snapshot I have of this camp is the one of Beatrice suspended in mid-fall - hands stretched out, face still smiling at Zhen Hwang's imaginary pursuit of revenge, legs in a position that will make a upright landing impossible. That moment right before the ground said hello.
The spotlight-lit circle was what made the camp really worth the while :)
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