i cant really be bothered to tag 'bout the whole of church camp, one cuz most people have been there, two cuz other people blogged really long thingys boout it already. go to john's or 'driel's blog for more vivid descriptions.
first day was good great. went in the car, met at bird park etc etc. ate lunch, went to the place. it LOOKED brand new. was supposed to be. apparently it got a good review. blind malaysians. the place is so argh. EVERYONE never go to water city resort. go to the mahkota place. anyway, it has sandy beds, thou mine really isn't, dirty curtains with paint on it, toilet bowls that flood when you flush, lousy table tennis tables, slow go-karts which barely move, lifts with cracked tiles, doors that built so lousily that they expand and thus lock you in, horrible food, and they charge you exorbitantly for everything. yup. we go-karted, played futsal, threw the gilbert around, played cards. slacked. had a big big KFC takeaway b'fast.
2nd day we had a really crap breakfast, ended up eating only the sausages which were barely cooked and went back to the room to eat snacks instead. even the water tastes like tap water. blardee hell. we watched the gilrs play tennis, den we played futsal till we died. i saved one of sam's thunder-shot penalties but ended up with a sore wrist with bruised muscles. john came in the coach, and we skipped the camp briefing. we made john sleep with 'driel. muahaha. we slept the rest of the time, only woke up for more horrible food for dinner, worship and then lessons. had late night cards once more. our room's a party place.
3rd day we had our normal routine, with a special kinda game for lesson thou. its those kinda games where you choose your own life kind. musks stole the bombing plans from the next room and the cups and plates. we set up our own black market thing, stole stuff from mei's booth. pretty good eh. they said be creative what. i managed to sell 8 styrofoam cups to aBbY for $60. not bad eh. pity we got caught, thou only kor had to go to jail cuz d rest of us sneaked away. =) we've been ratted up boys. just smile and wave. we had lunch, skipped the camp games with the adults and the photo-taking. went to sleep instead. =) and we watched some funny show. it had angelina jolie, she was REALLY ugly. eek. pity she din die in the show. crap. then we had more card games at night.
4th day. nicest breakfast, or meal for that matter, of nasi lemak. i din find it THAT nice. had lessons, had lunch den slacked. unc hing lee booked a minivan for us to go to mahkota for squash, so we went. had minor problems with the hotel staff but managed to play. watched some really good players too. woah. i can never get that kinda power in the shot, especially the boast. woo. went to the mall for dinna at pizza hut. driel dropped a pizza on mei's temasek NUS jacket. ooh nasty. we went back, and he cleaned most of it off with dettol handsoap. dettol, my number one soap to keep my family and myself clean. woo. skipped the durian party, and had major card party. slept bout 3.15.
last day. woke up aching. went down for b'fast with john and driel. we were really stoned. met sam and kor, found out we had free and easy so we went back up to the room for more cards with the others. had lunch, then went off to the go-kart circuit for one last drive. i pity anyone who wanted to go-kart after us. john and i did our laps pretty routinely. on the straght i accidentally swung my had back, and my forearm connected with the tyre. felt a bit of sting but it din really hurt so i srumised it was okay and continued my skidding round d track. after the race i saw my arm and realised i had hit the tyre and not something hot as i tot. and rubber marks, and a mild abrasion with rubber on it. its surprisingly not pain. woo. also, on my first lap i skipped on the bloody sandy area and hit the tyre wall. it sucks. the car was disoriented, then the tyres started tumbling out. it so sucks lah they din even secure it down. what kind of tyre wall is this man. i had to put back all the tyres. stupid. owell. malaysia. then it was adriel's turn. disaster. he was lapping pretty okay, albeit a bit slowly. then, all of a sudden on the STRAIGHT we whacked the side wall. totally screwed the turning. hit the front wheel see. when they got it back to the pits, the mechanic guy test-drove it, and it was so screwed he couldn't stop nor turn, and the crahsed the pillar of the tent thing and actually ran over a bystander's foot! woohoo! haha. den kor went, really really slowly cuz he was scared. oh and the starter cord snapped. i pity the poor people. haha. they'll never be able to restart it once they stop the engine. haha. no one will be able to drive after that, cuz all the karts will be ruined. wahaha. we went back, played table tennis. found out daddy would only be able to come and pick us at 5. cuz of jam at the causeway. sigh. sam and i played table-tennis till we died, kor and driel were sleeping. we moved to the karaoke lounge to sleep then. daddy came, we left the place bout 4.45. reached the causeway at 8. went to the prata cafe with sam's family and driel, where kor spilt the remnants of my milo godzilla on driel's pants and splahsed on his shirt. retribution for mei! wahaha. he was STICKY down there. bwahahaa. den we went home tired.
points to take note.
-> driel left his mark EVERYWHERE. squash courts, go-karts and in flooded toilet bowls.
-> michelle chia in a bikini on the cover of 8days is NOT porn.
-> the hotel had wilted plants everywhere
-> sam lost a brolly in the fountain place with dark green water.
-> the swimming pool water looked like everyone who swam in it pee-ed in it too.
-> the futsal court is also a basketball cum tennis court. budget.
-> the 2 sandy beaches aren't really beaches, jus tiny places barely 25m across filled with gravel
-> there was a huge moth and the stairs landing and was still there the next day, albeit turned around.
-> rape adriel whenever you're bored.
-> wipe your excess sweat on driel's bed.
-> ballistic is NOT pronouced BALL-istic.
-> deb meimei's babu has two holes.
-> abby and deb make up team airhead.
-> unc hock ching tot we had a telematch in our room on the last night. his room was directly underneath ours.
-> taekwondo girls have black belts and rainbow ___ straps.
-> beckie and i are really good at cheating in bridge.
-> i can cheat fluently in taitee, and bridge. my specialties and hiding cards and taking pictures of other player's hands.
-> driel's a fruit, plus he loves to shout "shame", "screw me now" and "shit on me".
anyway. it was rather fun. almost like last year. thanks to
josh the policeman, audrey, amanda, daniel, beckie, team airhead, musks.
_______//woohoo.
