215 ground zero.
Aching bones, aching muscles, relatively twisted ankles, cramped up stomach muscles and just a whole shit load of bruises. I got a bonus of rashes all around my legs that may develop into pus. I've been there before.
Council camp. I really tried to go through it with an open mind as much as I could and there's this sense of oh-wow-i-actually-pulled-through kind of feeling. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not strong. I'm pretty weak physically, I can't hold on well and my blood pressure will screw up like crazy. All the hurt. It hurts so bad, but seriously, how much the pain feels is so little compared to the happiness I'm sure everyone felt when we pulled through. When I got home and my sister finally got home she looked at me, smelly and everything and then she said, "I told you it was tough. It was tough right?", with that kind of sarcastic feeling of I-told-you-so. And I suppose yes, it was, but I couldn't tell her how happy I was feeling after completing everything with the council I was working with.
Way before camp started, like when the dates were confirmed, I was taking the bus home and Audrey saw me (since we take the same bus) and then she told me all about camp, which I suppose at that time when she asked me "Are you scared about it?" I couldn't say anything much because I didn't really know what to expect. To be honest I wasn't really thinking too much about it, but then she said that she felt bad to be missing it and it sort of didn't strike me then, but I suppose it does make sense after experiencing it myself. I can't for hell imagine myself doing it all over again, but this time for it to be so much worse, but yes, I must do this again or I'll never be content with myself for missing it.
3 days, 2 nights. 13 activities, 1 council. This sentence was particularly impactful, since throughout the camp we've been spammed by the phrase "1 Council", "1 Council", "1 Council". And the last sentence I read on that montage before it ended - "You started out from Ground Zero, 我们希望你现在起飛了。" This camp, it's shown me what I am, it's really shown our potential.
I can't believe how I came home, slept at 11 and woke up in the nice afternoon, and the thirteen hours of sleep was golden even though I still felt sore even after my mom rubbed loads of medicated oil all over. My shoulder still hurts a tad bit, and the bruises on my thighs haven't completely gone off.
01
We just entered camp and it was basically, woah. Expectations were not clearly defined for us and I was perhaps unprepared, thinking everything would be fine. Perhaps we were too strict on ourselves and perhaps we didn't assess the situation properly, since we never completed an activity properly without time extensions. Firstly, area cleanup. Take note of details, which we didn't at first, and we didn't really plan, so mopping then sweeping doesn't work. After that, cheering. Initially we were way, way uncoordinated. It got better, of course, and water breaks were golden and beautiful things although I rarely felt any different. I did try using the whole diaphragm nonsense, which is really nonsense because your diaphragm is an involuntary muscle - No one's going to make it move. Trying to put air into the stomach is also hard, no matter the situation. I sort of hope this helps trumpet playing since Lun has always been complaining we're not loud enough, etc etc. ♥
Loads of unnecessary PT after that. I felt like I made the biggest mistake ever since for one I had no idea what the puzzle looked like and I kept thinking I was somewhere wrong, so I ran all the way back only for the senior to have to point it out the blatantly obvious. I hated myself so much for that because perhaps it wasn't made clear to me and in all that time I wasted, we might have gotten a few more pieces. The guilt was overwhelming painful. Felt a little blur like considering someone told me to go despite failing the challenge and then I went, only to be scolded because apparently I heard wrong. The guilt was like argh, though the second pretty much pissed me off a little because I was pretty sure I heard someone say "Go on." Frustration, bah.
Once a Councillor, Always a Councillor. This was like, doing the pledge, each person saying one word. One screw up and we start from the beginning again. I think everyone was really frustrated because we kept screwing up at the same places and we'd try to get beyond it. I think the point of time when we got to the second last word before we had to restart just really did it to fuel us like crazy because it was epic after that. The seniors didn't really want to give us a extension so we went insane and did a thousand and one cheers in one go which was epic stuff. The joy that we all felt, the screaming the hugging and the tears made everything so emotional because we finally got it and even the seniors were just about as happy as we were for us to finally finish after trying so long.
Uno Stacko. Everything was going well, then it wasn't going well. I wasn't as happy with this one as compared to the others, and I don't have that impactful a memory of it, really. Bead it Together however, was quite the task. It was depressing, motivating, and just plain frustrating sometimes. You could see how Menghao struggled to remember and how she stressed so bad over remembering it and how we were being impatient and throwing questions non stop at her. We didn't really finish it, which was saddening, but no matter what we did it was amazing. ♥
02
Even in the morning I woke up not knowing what the hell I was doing. Suddenly there was banging on the doors and I was scrambling for my stuff. At one point of time I didn't hear them say "get your stuff" and I almost left without my entire bag, which would have been one huge mistake on my part, because it was crazy. I left my slippers outside and just a few minor things, which I couldn't get back until later, since they were confiscated before I could do anything. And then my scoop was confiscated and that never returned me even after camp, much to the displeasure of my mom and she got a whole lot pissed about me volunteering to do things. Would it help if she cut my allowance and got me to starve so that I could pay back the half of the scoop that I never got back for her? Perhaps not.
It was quite scary, really, because a moment later we found Yixian missing and I couldn't find my rag till forever (probably left it at home ahh) and bag check was terrifying watching them take our stuff, make sure we stuck strictly to it and everything. Of course our total missing items and everything amounted up to 41, which we paid back by doing fifteen minutes of PTs and twenty five sit ups. I didn't want to cause drama because I thought I was perhaps the really small minority that couldn't do sit ups for my life and by the time it hit afternoon, anything to do wtih laughing or sneezing would cause severe pain which seriously, seriously hurt, I couldn't do anything about it other than clutch my stomach and hope that the pain subsided. Shortly after bag check was a uniform parade where we grabbed our stuff and literally changed from attire to attire. It was completely, completely chaotic and I seriously wonder how the seniors managed in three minutes. I was seriously scared and confused not knowing what to get and what to do when they said "Get this get this" and it didn't work out, the closest we ever got was a couple seconds overtime, which was also not good since we got scolded about it.
Dragon boating! I spammed sunblock so I look no different, and it was pretty fun but I felt guilty through the entire thing because I couldn't lift my paddle high enough sometimes that the instructor looked at me and told me that my should was weak. Coincidentally, it was that same shoulder that couldn't work as well after camp. I hit my thumb against the side of the boat so some skin came out, much to my displeasure. I hate skin coming out near my fingers. Even worse was the rashes that came popping right up from the dirty waters of Kallang and my impossibly sensitive skin. They don't look like they'll be developing into pus anytime soon, as long as I spam loads of soap and wash it clean all the time. It was seriously fun, not something extremely demanding, at least not compared to the rest of the activities afterwards.
Lobbying was hilarious because at some points of time the atmosphere didn't become very serious and we laughed a little. And then there was the next activity. Not knowing what it was I seriously freaked because I convinced myself it was actually running, like the 10.2km they did last year. Then we found out it wasn't, but instead, some trust walk. I did it with Dinnie, and I have to admit I wasn't all that confident at the beginning doing it with her, and whenever we finally locked arms it was tough for me because we never locked properly and everytime we'd stumble on the benches. We were totally fine on the ground though. Trust trust trust, I don't understand my personal fear against everyone else, I really don't. The activity wasn't really well done because we only hit 4/17 people through and things didn't seem to be working out only until the very very end. Meh.
Deep in my Heart. I wrote a letter to myself, trying to assume some other voice that knows me inside out. I want to read that letter again ♥ Till January then! Either way, it wasn't something new to me since I did the time capsule meme (check back entries idk) and I suppose writing as Dabrowski was hilarious and partly I was trying to point out everything I needed to fix. I'll be seeing that one December 2010 8) There was another questionnaire, nothing too important and I didn't feel anything towards it. Then someone told me the activity afterwards, One for All and All for One was like the climax of camp. Throughout dinner I was freaking and just trying to prepare myself for truckloads of loads of PT that could kill me.
But that didn't happen. It was arranging little erasers in the form of dominoes to make a batch logo. I was blinded and I felt so helpless everytime I knocked it down (five times!) that I couldn't say sorry and I couldn't do anything. My eyes were itchy as hell (I can't keep them closed bah) and I was like trying to scratch them trying to do things I couldn't. There was so little communication but I seriously thankful that Melissa and Rachel were being so patient about it and all.
It was not in the program booklet, and we weren't expecting it. But the second I saw those words on the board I knew what was up. Heaven and Hell go go. It's quite serious business, and this was seriously like the main highlight of the camp. Five people start in Heaven, and the rest go to Hell, outside the general office where they're subjected to pure torture - Facils screaming at you and just PT that would make you cry. A person from Heaven runs to the purgatory, where it's those interrogation scenes with a bright light in your face and this sense of insecurity who you're talking to. If you get it right, you go to Hell and save someone with a token. If not, you go to Hell to replace someone, who goes to Heaven, or you go to Heaven to get someone to go. Obviously, door number two isn't really a choice, you don't really choose it unless you're really selfish. It only ends until we get 43 tokens, and there were only 34 or so of us.
The second we ran to Hell it was push up positions. Because I pretty much broke down in the morning pushing myself for ten minutes, I seriously tried to keep myself stable and calm myself. It of course, got worse and I found myself struggling. I seriously would have died just there and then if it wasn't for those doing Twinkies to support me with their legs and that, I am truly grateful. Everytime people saw me suffering they'd insist I'd go to Heaven, and when I went to purgatory the first time I didn't get it, went to Hell straight. The second time I failed my ankle acted up and as the seniors shouted at me getting me to run faster, I seriously broke there because my ankle couldn't take it. Of course I was dragged off and I insisted I was fine and I was breaking down because I hated the feeling that I wasn't doing PT with the rest who were suffering right back in Hell. I ended up there soon enough, and I was sent right into leg raisers which killed me. I cannot for my life, do leg raisers. I wasn't even slacking, it was that I couldn't get my legs straight and everytime I did my leg would spasm right back into it's straight "slack" style. I was screamed at of course, but I really couldn't get it done and I was being scolded a load for it. The feeling was terrible of course, I mean I was seriously trying and it wasn't working.
Everytime. Everytime there was someone to go people kept trying to send me over and I seriously felt so bad because they were still suffering. That time, Hern Hern didn't let me go to Heaven, she forced someone else to go and it was back to pushup positions. Most of the time Pearl was supporting me and she collapsed because she couldn't support me any longer. That moment, my arms started trembling and started giving way. Then Menghao came with a token to save someone and I was pushed off. My other ankle chose a good time to suddenly do something and I was confined to a chair and in the room all I saw were injured people and so many others just crying and singing as person by person came in. That one chair I was stuck to didn't allow me to go back to doing anything and I felt so helpless just there while people had to continue with whatever they were tasked to do.
Stuck on that one chair I wanted to grip someone's hand tightly and tell them it was okay, I wanted to help Sylvia with her spasming legs, I wanted to make sure Woonyee's ankle was fine since her's was in a brace and all, I wanted to do something to help anyone but I couldn't. As Lauren and Chuanling or Menghao, I don't recall came back we started cheering and I finally found myself breathing and knowing it was over. Breaking into council songs my tears refused to pour and then even the seniors came in to congratulate us for finishing. At eleven o' clock at night the entire council of around three batches broke into cheers and the sound in C1-03 just rang through the air for a good long moment. It was then I finally realised how Heaven and Hell was the main highlight, for there was no other activity that made us cry like this, that made us scream that made us feel true pain, physically and emotionally.
Heaven and Hell truly brings out the weakest in people, and under what circumstances they'll break. And everyone broke at one point of time. I am truly thankful for those who managed to keep everyone's spirits up and those physically fit to keep running back to Hell to replace those that weren't in good shape. I'm thankful for the whole council just being there and making sure everyone was doing fine, I truly am. And I'll only see something as moving as this in Council Camp, and I wonder how I made it through, and I wonder how I'd do it again. It's amazing, the human spirit, how we just keep pushing forth.
Barely bathed because the teachers didn't want me dying, and then the seniors promised no crazy morning calls in the morning. I couldn't sleep well this night, because I was truly afraid of something in the morning. Apparently Shiyan kept waking up and shaking Sylvia awake to check the time haha so cute ♥ I woke up at some unearthly hour looking at Jermaine and Jermaine looking at me and me feeling cold everywhere but I couldn't scrunch myself up without pains from my stomach after PT.
03
I was excused from running because of my ankle, which seriously started acting up the second I deemed myself unfit. I partly didn't want council worrying over me all over again from yesterday so I was out and did up the balloons. The balloons were really really pretty and then it sort of worked together with the sec one registration haha. The seniors actually explained the whole thing for us so it made sense, and I also had this silly feeling that from the balloons hoisted up to the fourth floor we'd jump down and they'd catch us because even Ms Teng got that thought I think and she was like pointing frantically. In fact, Dive of your Life was nothing of that sort, it was SERIOUS BUSINESS haha.
By serious business, it was stressed with this B| face that it was "even tougher than Heaven and Hell" so we were like "woah" and mentally braced ourselves. But it wasn't! It was sliding ourselves (perhaps could be considered diving) across canteen benches lined with soap and water and eating a watermelon. Pearl was super awesome eating the watermelon with her entire face in it which was amazing ♥ And the sweets in the flour oh god everything was quite amusing actually. So we were wet and disgusting.
For the first time in camp we had an hour to get ready for the closure which I didn't really bathe because I hadn't anymore clothes and my towel smelled like some rotting corpse. Shoes were soaked and disgusting. And the closure really touched me, like what I said at the beginning, in the montage was a beautiful sentence going, "You started out from Ground Zero, 我们希望你现在起飛了。" And I seriously was amazed because it made so much sense.
I didn't cut anything in this, so ohgod friends list I'm terribly sorry about this entry because I think everything just needs to be shown like that. It only makes sense for it to be like this ummm o///o
Through this one camp I've seen council grow so strong. You have to, considering how the seniors said that council of previous years - The two batches were never together. It was a wall of fear between the batch. So I'm thankful that this will help relations between seniors and juniors because if not I'd be quite stressed out next year with lack of communication.
To a good year ahead with NYSC '10, I'll end this entry. I left that camp with no regrets after that brilliant closure. Putting this public.
Council camp. I really tried to go through it with an open mind as much as I could and there's this sense of oh-wow-i-actually-pulled-through kind of feeling. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not strong. I'm pretty weak physically, I can't hold on well and my blood pressure will screw up like crazy. All the hurt. It hurts so bad, but seriously, how much the pain feels is so little compared to the happiness I'm sure everyone felt when we pulled through. When I got home and my sister finally got home she looked at me, smelly and everything and then she said, "I told you it was tough. It was tough right?", with that kind of sarcastic feeling of I-told-you-so. And I suppose yes, it was, but I couldn't tell her how happy I was feeling after completing everything with the council I was working with.
Way before camp started, like when the dates were confirmed, I was taking the bus home and Audrey saw me (since we take the same bus) and then she told me all about camp, which I suppose at that time when she asked me "Are you scared about it?" I couldn't say anything much because I didn't really know what to expect. To be honest I wasn't really thinking too much about it, but then she said that she felt bad to be missing it and it sort of didn't strike me then, but I suppose it does make sense after experiencing it myself. I can't for hell imagine myself doing it all over again, but this time for it to be so much worse, but yes, I must do this again or I'll never be content with myself for missing it.
3 days, 2 nights. 13 activities, 1 council. This sentence was particularly impactful, since throughout the camp we've been spammed by the phrase "1 Council", "1 Council", "1 Council". And the last sentence I read on that montage before it ended - "You started out from Ground Zero, 我们希望你现在起飛了。" This camp, it's shown me what I am, it's really shown our potential.
I can't believe how I came home, slept at 11 and woke up in the nice afternoon, and the thirteen hours of sleep was golden even though I still felt sore even after my mom rubbed loads of medicated oil all over. My shoulder still hurts a tad bit, and the bruises on my thighs haven't completely gone off.
01
We just entered camp and it was basically, woah. Expectations were not clearly defined for us and I was perhaps unprepared, thinking everything would be fine. Perhaps we were too strict on ourselves and perhaps we didn't assess the situation properly, since we never completed an activity properly without time extensions. Firstly, area cleanup. Take note of details, which we didn't at first, and we didn't really plan, so mopping then sweeping doesn't work. After that, cheering. Initially we were way, way uncoordinated. It got better, of course, and water breaks were golden and beautiful things although I rarely felt any different. I did try using the whole diaphragm nonsense, which is really nonsense because your diaphragm is an involuntary muscle - No one's going to make it move. Trying to put air into the stomach is also hard, no matter the situation. I sort of hope this helps trumpet playing since Lun has always been complaining we're not loud enough, etc etc. ♥
Loads of unnecessary PT after that. I felt like I made the biggest mistake ever since for one I had no idea what the puzzle looked like and I kept thinking I was somewhere wrong, so I ran all the way back only for the senior to have to point it out the blatantly obvious. I hated myself so much for that because perhaps it wasn't made clear to me and in all that time I wasted, we might have gotten a few more pieces. The guilt was overwhelming painful. Felt a little blur like considering someone told me to go despite failing the challenge and then I went, only to be scolded because apparently I heard wrong. The guilt was like argh, though the second pretty much pissed me off a little because I was pretty sure I heard someone say "Go on." Frustration, bah.
Once a Councillor, Always a Councillor. This was like, doing the pledge, each person saying one word. One screw up and we start from the beginning again. I think everyone was really frustrated because we kept screwing up at the same places and we'd try to get beyond it. I think the point of time when we got to the second last word before we had to restart just really did it to fuel us like crazy because it was epic after that. The seniors didn't really want to give us a extension so we went insane and did a thousand and one cheers in one go which was epic stuff. The joy that we all felt, the screaming the hugging and the tears made everything so emotional because we finally got it and even the seniors were just about as happy as we were for us to finally finish after trying so long.
Uno Stacko. Everything was going well, then it wasn't going well. I wasn't as happy with this one as compared to the others, and I don't have that impactful a memory of it, really. Bead it Together however, was quite the task. It was depressing, motivating, and just plain frustrating sometimes. You could see how Menghao struggled to remember and how she stressed so bad over remembering it and how we were being impatient and throwing questions non stop at her. We didn't really finish it, which was saddening, but no matter what we did it was amazing. ♥
02
Even in the morning I woke up not knowing what the hell I was doing. Suddenly there was banging on the doors and I was scrambling for my stuff. At one point of time I didn't hear them say "get your stuff" and I almost left without my entire bag, which would have been one huge mistake on my part, because it was crazy. I left my slippers outside and just a few minor things, which I couldn't get back until later, since they were confiscated before I could do anything. And then my scoop was confiscated and that never returned me even after camp, much to the displeasure of my mom and she got a whole lot pissed about me volunteering to do things. Would it help if she cut my allowance and got me to starve so that I could pay back the half of the scoop that I never got back for her? Perhaps not.
It was quite scary, really, because a moment later we found Yixian missing and I couldn't find my rag till forever (probably left it at home ahh) and bag check was terrifying watching them take our stuff, make sure we stuck strictly to it and everything. Of course our total missing items and everything amounted up to 41, which we paid back by doing fifteen minutes of PTs and twenty five sit ups. I didn't want to cause drama because I thought I was perhaps the really small minority that couldn't do sit ups for my life and by the time it hit afternoon, anything to do wtih laughing or sneezing would cause severe pain which seriously, seriously hurt, I couldn't do anything about it other than clutch my stomach and hope that the pain subsided. Shortly after bag check was a uniform parade where we grabbed our stuff and literally changed from attire to attire. It was completely, completely chaotic and I seriously wonder how the seniors managed in three minutes. I was seriously scared and confused not knowing what to get and what to do when they said "Get this get this" and it didn't work out, the closest we ever got was a couple seconds overtime, which was also not good since we got scolded about it.
Dragon boating! I spammed sunblock so I look no different, and it was pretty fun but I felt guilty through the entire thing because I couldn't lift my paddle high enough sometimes that the instructor looked at me and told me that my should was weak. Coincidentally, it was that same shoulder that couldn't work as well after camp. I hit my thumb against the side of the boat so some skin came out, much to my displeasure. I hate skin coming out near my fingers. Even worse was the rashes that came popping right up from the dirty waters of Kallang and my impossibly sensitive skin. They don't look like they'll be developing into pus anytime soon, as long as I spam loads of soap and wash it clean all the time. It was seriously fun, not something extremely demanding, at least not compared to the rest of the activities afterwards.
Lobbying was hilarious because at some points of time the atmosphere didn't become very serious and we laughed a little. And then there was the next activity. Not knowing what it was I seriously freaked because I convinced myself it was actually running, like the 10.2km they did last year. Then we found out it wasn't, but instead, some trust walk. I did it with Dinnie, and I have to admit I wasn't all that confident at the beginning doing it with her, and whenever we finally locked arms it was tough for me because we never locked properly and everytime we'd stumble on the benches. We were totally fine on the ground though. Trust trust trust, I don't understand my personal fear against everyone else, I really don't. The activity wasn't really well done because we only hit 4/17 people through and things didn't seem to be working out only until the very very end. Meh.
Deep in my Heart. I wrote a letter to myself, trying to assume some other voice that knows me inside out. I want to read that letter again ♥ Till January then! Either way, it wasn't something new to me since I did the time capsule meme (check back entries idk) and I suppose writing as Dabrowski was hilarious and partly I was trying to point out everything I needed to fix. I'll be seeing that one December 2010 8) There was another questionnaire, nothing too important and I didn't feel anything towards it. Then someone told me the activity afterwards, One for All and All for One was like the climax of camp. Throughout dinner I was freaking and just trying to prepare myself for truckloads of loads of PT that could kill me.
But that didn't happen. It was arranging little erasers in the form of dominoes to make a batch logo. I was blinded and I felt so helpless everytime I knocked it down (five times!) that I couldn't say sorry and I couldn't do anything. My eyes were itchy as hell (I can't keep them closed bah) and I was like trying to scratch them trying to do things I couldn't. There was so little communication but I seriously thankful that Melissa and Rachel were being so patient about it and all.
It was not in the program booklet, and we weren't expecting it. But the second I saw those words on the board I knew what was up. Heaven and Hell go go. It's quite serious business, and this was seriously like the main highlight of the camp. Five people start in Heaven, and the rest go to Hell, outside the general office where they're subjected to pure torture - Facils screaming at you and just PT that would make you cry. A person from Heaven runs to the purgatory, where it's those interrogation scenes with a bright light in your face and this sense of insecurity who you're talking to. If you get it right, you go to Hell and save someone with a token. If not, you go to Hell to replace someone, who goes to Heaven, or you go to Heaven to get someone to go. Obviously, door number two isn't really a choice, you don't really choose it unless you're really selfish. It only ends until we get 43 tokens, and there were only 34 or so of us.
The second we ran to Hell it was push up positions. Because I pretty much broke down in the morning pushing myself for ten minutes, I seriously tried to keep myself stable and calm myself. It of course, got worse and I found myself struggling. I seriously would have died just there and then if it wasn't for those doing Twinkies to support me with their legs and that, I am truly grateful. Everytime people saw me suffering they'd insist I'd go to Heaven, and when I went to purgatory the first time I didn't get it, went to Hell straight. The second time I failed my ankle acted up and as the seniors shouted at me getting me to run faster, I seriously broke there because my ankle couldn't take it. Of course I was dragged off and I insisted I was fine and I was breaking down because I hated the feeling that I wasn't doing PT with the rest who were suffering right back in Hell. I ended up there soon enough, and I was sent right into leg raisers which killed me. I cannot for my life, do leg raisers. I wasn't even slacking, it was that I couldn't get my legs straight and everytime I did my leg would spasm right back into it's straight "slack" style. I was screamed at of course, but I really couldn't get it done and I was being scolded a load for it. The feeling was terrible of course, I mean I was seriously trying and it wasn't working.
Everytime. Everytime there was someone to go people kept trying to send me over and I seriously felt so bad because they were still suffering. That time, Hern Hern didn't let me go to Heaven, she forced someone else to go and it was back to pushup positions. Most of the time Pearl was supporting me and she collapsed because she couldn't support me any longer. That moment, my arms started trembling and started giving way. Then Menghao came with a token to save someone and I was pushed off. My other ankle chose a good time to suddenly do something and I was confined to a chair and in the room all I saw were injured people and so many others just crying and singing as person by person came in. That one chair I was stuck to didn't allow me to go back to doing anything and I felt so helpless just there while people had to continue with whatever they were tasked to do.
Stuck on that one chair I wanted to grip someone's hand tightly and tell them it was okay, I wanted to help Sylvia with her spasming legs, I wanted to make sure Woonyee's ankle was fine since her's was in a brace and all, I wanted to do something to help anyone but I couldn't. As Lauren and Chuanling or Menghao, I don't recall came back we started cheering and I finally found myself breathing and knowing it was over. Breaking into council songs my tears refused to pour and then even the seniors came in to congratulate us for finishing. At eleven o' clock at night the entire council of around three batches broke into cheers and the sound in C1-03 just rang through the air for a good long moment. It was then I finally realised how Heaven and Hell was the main highlight, for there was no other activity that made us cry like this, that made us scream that made us feel true pain, physically and emotionally.
Heaven and Hell truly brings out the weakest in people, and under what circumstances they'll break. And everyone broke at one point of time. I am truly thankful for those who managed to keep everyone's spirits up and those physically fit to keep running back to Hell to replace those that weren't in good shape. I'm thankful for the whole council just being there and making sure everyone was doing fine, I truly am. And I'll only see something as moving as this in Council Camp, and I wonder how I made it through, and I wonder how I'd do it again. It's amazing, the human spirit, how we just keep pushing forth.
Barely bathed because the teachers didn't want me dying, and then the seniors promised no crazy morning calls in the morning. I couldn't sleep well this night, because I was truly afraid of something in the morning. Apparently Shiyan kept waking up and shaking Sylvia awake to check the time haha so cute ♥ I woke up at some unearthly hour looking at Jermaine and Jermaine looking at me and me feeling cold everywhere but I couldn't scrunch myself up without pains from my stomach after PT.
03
I was excused from running because of my ankle, which seriously started acting up the second I deemed myself unfit. I partly didn't want council worrying over me all over again from yesterday so I was out and did up the balloons. The balloons were really really pretty and then it sort of worked together with the sec one registration haha. The seniors actually explained the whole thing for us so it made sense, and I also had this silly feeling that from the balloons hoisted up to the fourth floor we'd jump down and they'd catch us because even Ms Teng got that thought I think and she was like pointing frantically. In fact, Dive of your Life was nothing of that sort, it was SERIOUS BUSINESS haha.
By serious business, it was stressed with this B| face that it was "even tougher than Heaven and Hell" so we were like "woah" and mentally braced ourselves. But it wasn't! It was sliding ourselves (perhaps could be considered diving) across canteen benches lined with soap and water and eating a watermelon. Pearl was super awesome eating the watermelon with her entire face in it which was amazing ♥ And the sweets in the flour oh god everything was quite amusing actually. So we were wet and disgusting.
For the first time in camp we had an hour to get ready for the closure which I didn't really bathe because I hadn't anymore clothes and my towel smelled like some rotting corpse. Shoes were soaked and disgusting. And the closure really touched me, like what I said at the beginning, in the montage was a beautiful sentence going, "You started out from Ground Zero, 我们希望你现在起飛了。" And I seriously was amazed because it made so much sense.
I didn't cut anything in this, so ohgod friends list I'm terribly sorry about this entry because I think everything just needs to be shown like that. It only makes sense for it to be like this ummm o///o
Through this one camp I've seen council grow so strong. You have to, considering how the seniors said that council of previous years - The two batches were never together. It was a wall of fear between the batch. So I'm thankful that this will help relations between seniors and juniors because if not I'd be quite stressed out next year with lack of communication.
To a good year ahead with NYSC '10, I'll end this entry. I left that camp with no regrets after that brilliant closure. Putting this public.