If you were a shape, what shape would you be?
I find myself more bored than usual these days. Maybe it's the fact that exams are over and it's nearly the holidays. But oh of course, SPM students don't get holidays. Extra classes, ohnoes. An hour-long History class sounds like torture. And lately I find it so hard to stay away from my computer, every time I go online I find a flood of updates on Twitter and Facebook and they're so hard to keep up with D: I still do get all those self inflicted spam in my email inbox, even newsletters from nick.com which I last visited when I was like..I don't know, twelve.
Oh yeah, leadership camp.
It was okay. (I can SEE Nik's "I want to punch you so bad, Weenie" face already.) So between "Excellent" and "Horrible", I'll say that Leadership camp was...err...okay. Not as horrible as I thought, but not that excellent either. They had water supply (cold) but it'll do. We had pretty decent beds to sleep in, and thankfully Nik doesn't do anything scary in her sleep. She did, however, eat grass, and claimed that lovegrass tastes better. Don't even bother questioning her.
I had to wear a pair of shoes a couple of sizes too big during ice-breaking, and sing "Three Little Maids" in front of everyone D: So..yeah, I got a shade darker, swam in a pond (lifejackets = wedgies onoz) and attempted to climb a hill without shoelaces. I survived, miraculously. I didn't do the obstacle course of course, because even if I did survive swimming in a pond filled with germs and didn't roll down a hill, I am still a wuss hurhurr. And the food there < School canteen food.
I tried (and failed) to explain ways how you could survive on a deserted island with a camera.
"You can't survive with only a camera, so I guess if you really wanted to, you could eat it."
Those were my exact words. But at least I didn't have to explain what you could do with your grandma.
It feels really good to sleep in my own bed again. However, finding a dead, headless kitten in my back alley was less pleasant. The corpse is still there. D:
And then this is me, signing off.
Oh yeah, leadership camp.
It was okay. (I can SEE Nik's "I want to punch you so bad, Weenie" face already.) So between "Excellent" and "Horrible", I'll say that Leadership camp was...err...okay. Not as horrible as I thought, but not that excellent either. They had water supply (cold) but it'll do. We had pretty decent beds to sleep in, and thankfully Nik doesn't do anything scary in her sleep. She did, however, eat grass, and claimed that lovegrass tastes better. Don't even bother questioning her.
I had to wear a pair of shoes a couple of sizes too big during ice-breaking, and sing "Three Little Maids" in front of everyone D: So..yeah, I got a shade darker, swam in a pond (lifejackets = wedgies onoz) and attempted to climb a hill without shoelaces. I survived, miraculously. I didn't do the obstacle course of course, because even if I did survive swimming in a pond filled with germs and didn't roll down a hill, I am still a wuss hurhurr. And the food there < School canteen food.
I tried (and failed) to explain ways how you could survive on a deserted island with a camera.
"You can't survive with only a camera, so I guess if you really wanted to, you could eat it."
Those were my exact words. But at least I didn't have to explain what you could do with your grandma.
It feels really good to sleep in my own bed again. However, finding a dead, headless kitten in my back alley was less pleasant. The corpse is still there. D:
And then this is me, signing off.