.Saturday, May 12, 2007 ' 11:45 AM
it's not good at all to see self but not your face
I'm back from camp. Yes, camp. It was a slack camp, about half of the camp was spent on the buses and the first night on the train, there were lots of bonding through the card games and the emo-chatting. I would really like to thank Alin, the whitewater rafting guide, who saved my frigging ass and four others, caused by the many times we got stuck on the rocks by
ziran.I must emphasize on my lack of courage to buy back some nice street wear with the knowledge of two parents who would scream at me for spending the "food+drinks" money. In the end, my dad said I could buy, but my mum told me in a
nice tone that I was very lucky not to buy the RM10 fake billabong caps and the tees.
The first day was kinda off to a bad start, taking that I suffered to long scratches during the rockclimbing session. It was due to my violent yanking of my size 12 half foot out of the crevice twice, and I hardly need to point out that many people were freaked out over the rock-climbing after saying my wounds. But the reaching to the top was a very no-satisfaction process, as you hardly noticed you had reached the top when you actually did. Abseiling was kinda freaky, as the rock wall and my shoes had no friction, and being a novice almost sealed my fate for falling and smacking the wall hard. Chuan Yi, I mean Han Wen (snigger), falling into bunches of plants twice at the start, reassured me that I would suffer a violent death and be disfigured, but Thank God, I made it. Caving was really dirty and exciting at the same time. We had to slide on our asses down muddy dirt paths that were 200 m down to the bottom, and falling would emsure a crackced skull. And, and, there were bat shit everywhere. Middle finger.
Second day, we went rafting, and Ziran was like this large sack that we were heaving around as an obstacle. Alin kept having to yank us out of tight squeezes and at one point, we had to get out of the uhuru (the name of the raft) just to let him carry the raft over the rocks. I asked Alin if he hated us, or more specifically, the sack of potatoes, and he hestitated before smiling and saying no. I thank my quick reflexes for dodging the many branches who discriminate anyone above 1.75m.
Third day, we did water abseiling. I fell unceremoniously twice. Not once, twice. Crap man. Those bony twigs of legs + poor grip of the aqua socks got me smacking into the wall. Thank you, Lijie, for training me into a ninja-su and enabling me defend my face first, lest I become more disfigured. The second time I fell, I could already stand when not in my L-shaped posture.
We showered, played hell lots of card games, then went shopping in Ipoh town.
I swear to God. If my parents allowed me to buy stuff, the cashier would hate me for the amount I would have bought. The clothes were damn nice. I heard from Timothy that two of his friends got DKNY jackets for RM23 at the reject shop, and I swear, they were nice.
Really, Really middle finger and second toe. We went to the pasar malam after that, where I bought a silicon casing for my phone, and wanted to get all the fakies that looked damn real. I swear, if Singapore had pasar malams like that, the police would have the most number of successful raids in the world. I also wanted to get slippers, but they didn't carry my size. So, yeah, call me a loser, I despise myself for only getting a silicon casing for RM7.
I shall not blog about the night-time chatting, cos it is a sensitive topic. Don't betray me, aphelion mates.
Anyway, the fouth day was total crap too. So I shall not post anything about it that would put the tour guides to shame.
By the way, Ziran owes Timothy RM80 in gambling debt. Timothy got 3 banducks (Ace + king) in a row in a one-on-one session with Ziran, betting RM5 each in the second session. The first sapped Ziran like crazy, so I shall not say anything to further depress Ziran.
Okay, I'm finally done with sealing the memories of the camp with this blog post. Thank you for wasting your time with me.
