Did the personality test after reading about it on Lauranne's blog. It was quite accurate, capturing the many facets of my personality. Here are the results:
Individualistic Doers are self-assured and very independent persons. They are quiet and realistic, very rational, extremely matter of fact persons. They strongly cultivate their individualism and enjoy applying their abilities to new tasks. But they are also very spontaneous and impulsive persons who like to follow their sudden inspirations. Individualistic Doers are good and precise observers who register everything which goes on around them. However, they are not so sensitive as regards interpersonal relations and are surprised when they occasionally rub someone up the wrong way with their direct and blunt manner. They are not particularly fond of obligations; but if you give them space, they are uncomplicated, sociable and cheerful individuals.
Individualistic Doers enjoy challenges - action and the odd kick are simply part of their life. They love tempting fate and many people of this type have risky hobbies such as skydiving or bungee jumping. This also applies to their workaday life. Individualistic Doers are in top form in critical situations; they can grasp situations, make decisions and take the necessary steps extremely quickly. Hierarchies and authorities impress them very little; if a superior is not competent, they will have little respect for him. Individualistic Doers like to take on responsibility. They have a marked sense of reality and always find the most suitable and expedient solution for a problem. They resolve conflicts openly and directly; here, they sometimes lack tact but are also very good at taking criticism themselves.
As friends, Individualistic Doers are loyal and devoted; they only have a few friendships but many of them last a lifetime. People enjoy talking to them because of their optimistic attitude to life and their ability to listen. However, they prefer to talk about mutual interests and hobbies rather than about theoretical or philosophical issues - they are not tangible enough for them. They need a lot of freedom and time to themselves in love relationships but, at the same time, they are also very tolerant towards their partners. It happens very seldom that Individualistic Doers fall head over heels in love. They are far too rational. They prefer to pick their partner on the basis of mutual interests and preferences which they want to share with that partner. Individualistic Doers are not particularly fond of effusive outbursts of emotion. They prefer to prove their love by their actions and expect the same of their partner. Whoever wishes to tie an Individualistic Doer to herself needs a lot of patience. It takes some time before this personality type is willing to get involved with another person.
For those of you who think you don't know me enough, I'm finally opening up and I can say that this is me. God Bless!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
A Short One...
Just came back from LOUD! Went there at 5pm, met Gabriel just as I got in, found out concert doors only open at 7pm. Gabriel took me for a round, then another and many more. A couple of bands performed before concert, among there was 1 Red Paper Clip, I think inspired from Kyle MacDonald who traded a red paper clip for a house. I wish I could do that. Anyways, it was Gabriel's brother's band. They did pretty well given their age and lack of experience. Then there was the sports room which had a Nintendo Wii and Dance Dance Revolution. Met David along the way and lots of juniors from WMS. Rufus and Sin Yee were there too. I was wondering when people from my year would come. The concert started later on with people rushing in the auditorium. It was estimated a little more than a thousand people there. Concert started with a countdown then a Stomp performance and a dance. Awesomely done with both and proceeded into worship by various bands. Speaker came up and gave a wonderful illustration using girls with boyfriends. Told his story and people got saved. The concert ended with the finale, which I thought was too short but still it was great fun. First time attending a concert of another church. It was good experience and hopefully I can assimilate some stuff into future CY concerts. I'm losing my touch, must be exams...
Here's something to feast your eyes on, although many people have seen it,
But how many have seen someone who has it?
Btw, it's a six string James Tyler bass guitar.
All the best in the college exams to all you people from MCKL. Hardcore studying to come. I won't be posting anything on exams. Have fun and God Bless!
Here's something to feast your eyes on, although many people have seen it,
But how many have seen someone who has it?
Btw, it's a six string James Tyler bass guitar.
All the best in the college exams to all you people from MCKL. Hardcore studying to come. I won't be posting anything on exams. Have fun and God Bless!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Of Joy and Torment...
Tis' be the exam season. And I haven't got into the mood yet. Although I've started studying already, there's still no motivation to go all out. It's not like climbing Mt. Kinabalu where you can see the top, journey and destination in hand. Sigh...
This week has been like never before. Calvary Church 40th Anniversary Dinner was on Wednesday night, run through was on Tuesday. It's like never before in the sense that I've never slept so much in my life! Miss Angeline, our beloved bio teacher went for surgery and thank God it was successful, no sarcasm involved. So there was no bio for the whole week, meaning class only started at 11.30am everyday. Muahahaha. This usually means late night sleeps resulting in late morning wake ups, yes? Well, I always thought like that, too bad my mind works against my thinking. Almost everyday I slept at six something and woke up in the morning in the range of 6-8am. Pretty cool, huh? It's not so cool when I woke up feeling the side effects of over-sleeping.
Wednesday marked the 40th year of the move of Calvary Church from it's humble beginnings in Jalan Sayor to where it is today, in Damansara Heights. A great grand dinner was organized just for this event. Me, being a part of the Youth Choir, had to perform for the night. Started off with Tuesday, when I had to skip IELTS just to get transport to Sunway Convention Center, which is just above Pyramid. So I reached there at 4.45 when my call time is 7.30. Nothing to do, study la. It was not long before Cmdr. Jim came along and we went to Wendy's for dinner. First time eating there and a thumbs up at the first bite. Then practice went on and I got home at midnight. Wednesday was better, AC was on and the place looked really grand. Food was decent and although performance wasn't all that perfected but praise God it was enough. This time I got home by 12.30am.
Now, back to studying...God Bless!
This week has been like never before. Calvary Church 40th Anniversary Dinner was on Wednesday night, run through was on Tuesday. It's like never before in the sense that I've never slept so much in my life! Miss Angeline, our beloved bio teacher went for surgery and thank God it was successful, no sarcasm involved. So there was no bio for the whole week, meaning class only started at 11.30am everyday. Muahahaha. This usually means late night sleeps resulting in late morning wake ups, yes? Well, I always thought like that, too bad my mind works against my thinking. Almost everyday I slept at six something and woke up in the morning in the range of 6-8am. Pretty cool, huh? It's not so cool when I woke up feeling the side effects of over-sleeping.
Wednesday marked the 40th year of the move of Calvary Church from it's humble beginnings in Jalan Sayor to where it is today, in Damansara Heights. A great grand dinner was organized just for this event. Me, being a part of the Youth Choir, had to perform for the night. Started off with Tuesday, when I had to skip IELTS just to get transport to Sunway Convention Center, which is just above Pyramid. So I reached there at 4.45 when my call time is 7.30. Nothing to do, study la. It was not long before Cmdr. Jim came along and we went to Wendy's for dinner. First time eating there and a thumbs up at the first bite. Then practice went on and I got home at midnight. Wednesday was better, AC was on and the place looked really grand. Food was decent and although performance wasn't all that perfected but praise God it was enough. This time I got home by 12.30am.
Now, back to studying...God Bless!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
A Night Out...
Just been so lazy lately...lazy to blog, lazy to study, just plain lazy. Haih...
Anyways, I got a message yesterday from Hansel. There's a farewell dinner for Janielle tonight in uptown. You wanna come? Of course I wanna come. She'll be migrating in 2 weeks and I won't see her again. But why all the way in uptown?
Enter a night in this life of mine:
Started off at Wangsa Maju lrt station quarter past six in the evening. Didn't wait long for the train and I was on my way. The time from Wangsa Maju to Kelana Jaya is exactly 42 minutes. I decided to take a chance this time by stopping at Taman Bahagia. Taman Bahagia is closer and apparently less crowded compared to Kelana Jaya. Of all the times to be wrong, I got hit with the big one. The road was jammed up pretty bad and thinking that there will always be a line of cabs waiting just showed me how off I was. Got in line with about 12 people in front of me and no taxis in sight. Time was leaking away. 7.30pm deadline grew closer and the hopeless chance of catching a cab was inevitable. Just ten minutes into the wait and I ditched the daring effort. So back to the original plan. When I reached Kelana Jaya and crossed the bridge, turns out there were a lot of people waiting for a cab too and I had to kill to get one...
No I didn't kill anyone to get a cab. But it was a really long wait and people were stealing my cabs! Aargh!!! A desperate idea came to my mind. So I called Daniel Teo. Unfortunately he just finished work and was gonna eat dinner there. At least that was worth a shot. After who knows how long, I finally got a taxi. The driver was a real good man. He already had a customer and was kind enough to take another. The first guy got dropped off at Centrepoint. Then I got dropped off at DU uptown. Thank You God for answering my prayers. By the time I got there, it was already almost 8. I had to walk and find the place some more. Everyone else thought I drove there. According to Hansel's message, the restaurant was near Starbucks. So I gave Daniel another call. He told me it was at a corner...
So I went there and not many restaurants were around. Surprisingly, Daniel, who lives down the road doesn't know an eating place called 'Izzi'. What an odd name to call a cafe but at the same time it's pretty unique. I went round and round the Starbucks, before that going to Dharoos and checking out the whole row, BOTH SIDES, then going back the way I came from where the cab dropped me. Turns out I got the wrong Starbucks, such great directions, huh? You see, uptown is a giant square. Shop houses surrounding towers in the middle. Essentially, I just took two long walks from one side to the other. After several calls to Hansel and a last effort to Renee, I was finally given a landmark. A tower called Uptown 2. I just had to find that building and I'll be right in front of them. Seems easy, right? Why don't you have a go? The buildings in the middle were all the same in architecture and had similar names. The first one I came across was 'Uptown 5'....-.-"
Skipping the words for that long walk from one corner of a giant square through two other corners, I finally found 'Uptown 2'. Even though this may seem small, I am grateful to God. It was no coincidence the cab driver took me in even with a customer already on board and did I mention that he charged me the same price as the first guy he dropped off even though mine was way longer. On the way, I bumped into Hansel. I was going the right way and he was going the wrong way. We met in the middle. Then I spotted the Starbucks, who in the world would place 2 Starbucks in the same area just 2 rows apart? Hansel spotted the place and we went in. It was already 8.30pm....
Fortunately, the rest haven't ordered yet and we got right in immediately. Some familiar faces flashed by as we walked down the table. 4 tables long. I was introduced to some very nice people. All from Sel#7's ER. Soon after, we got down to the food. I got on with a spaghetti carbonara. Wanted to take a picture but it was so good that I just dug in. Just imagine this. Fettucini layered nicely on a platter, covered with carbonara sauce and lots of cheese and beef, with a some kind of plant dressing. Anyways, the sauce was really rich and the cheese just stood out. The beef just went so well with the spaghetti. Coupled with bottomless iced lemon tea. Not to much description on the spaghetti so that you won't salivate over your keyboard. Speaking of iced lemon tea, my first bottomless went up to 9 refills. I don't know how it became a steady 4 now...
It went on with pizza. Pizzas all throughout the long table. Then there was camwhoring. Girls. Soon, the table split up into guys and girls. The guys with all the gadgetry and the girls with all the cameras. Who knew that you could get a 4 TERRABYTE hard drive for 800 bucks!?! Suddenly, Cmdr. Darren came out with this whacky idea. He suggested to buy a PS3 and his boys would work to buy a 50' plasma tv, so that they can play after Spirit Challenges. They were quite enthusiastic about it but I doubt it'll ever come. Nothing much after that. Talk, talk, take photo, take photo. By 10.45, we settled the bill, took a last group photo and went home. As usual, I took the lrt back to Wangsa Maju...
Anyways, I got a message yesterday from Hansel. There's a farewell dinner for Janielle tonight in uptown. You wanna come? Of course I wanna come. She'll be migrating in 2 weeks and I won't see her again. But why all the way in uptown?
Enter a night in this life of mine:
Started off at Wangsa Maju lrt station quarter past six in the evening. Didn't wait long for the train and I was on my way. The time from Wangsa Maju to Kelana Jaya is exactly 42 minutes. I decided to take a chance this time by stopping at Taman Bahagia. Taman Bahagia is closer and apparently less crowded compared to Kelana Jaya. Of all the times to be wrong, I got hit with the big one. The road was jammed up pretty bad and thinking that there will always be a line of cabs waiting just showed me how off I was. Got in line with about 12 people in front of me and no taxis in sight. Time was leaking away. 7.30pm deadline grew closer and the hopeless chance of catching a cab was inevitable. Just ten minutes into the wait and I ditched the daring effort. So back to the original plan. When I reached Kelana Jaya and crossed the bridge, turns out there were a lot of people waiting for a cab too and I had to kill to get one...
No I didn't kill anyone to get a cab. But it was a really long wait and people were stealing my cabs! Aargh!!! A desperate idea came to my mind. So I called Daniel Teo. Unfortunately he just finished work and was gonna eat dinner there. At least that was worth a shot. After who knows how long, I finally got a taxi. The driver was a real good man. He already had a customer and was kind enough to take another. The first guy got dropped off at Centrepoint. Then I got dropped off at DU uptown. Thank You God for answering my prayers. By the time I got there, it was already almost 8. I had to walk and find the place some more. Everyone else thought I drove there. According to Hansel's message, the restaurant was near Starbucks. So I gave Daniel another call. He told me it was at a corner...
So I went there and not many restaurants were around. Surprisingly, Daniel, who lives down the road doesn't know an eating place called 'Izzi'. What an odd name to call a cafe but at the same time it's pretty unique. I went round and round the Starbucks, before that going to Dharoos and checking out the whole row, BOTH SIDES, then going back the way I came from where the cab dropped me. Turns out I got the wrong Starbucks, such great directions, huh? You see, uptown is a giant square. Shop houses surrounding towers in the middle. Essentially, I just took two long walks from one side to the other. After several calls to Hansel and a last effort to Renee, I was finally given a landmark. A tower called Uptown 2. I just had to find that building and I'll be right in front of them. Seems easy, right? Why don't you have a go? The buildings in the middle were all the same in architecture and had similar names. The first one I came across was 'Uptown 5'....-.-"
Skipping the words for that long walk from one corner of a giant square through two other corners, I finally found 'Uptown 2'. Even though this may seem small, I am grateful to God. It was no coincidence the cab driver took me in even with a customer already on board and did I mention that he charged me the same price as the first guy he dropped off even though mine was way longer. On the way, I bumped into Hansel. I was going the right way and he was going the wrong way. We met in the middle. Then I spotted the Starbucks, who in the world would place 2 Starbucks in the same area just 2 rows apart? Hansel spotted the place and we went in. It was already 8.30pm....
Fortunately, the rest haven't ordered yet and we got right in immediately. Some familiar faces flashed by as we walked down the table. 4 tables long. I was introduced to some very nice people. All from Sel#7's ER. Soon after, we got down to the food. I got on with a spaghetti carbonara. Wanted to take a picture but it was so good that I just dug in. Just imagine this. Fettucini layered nicely on a platter, covered with carbonara sauce and lots of cheese and beef, with a some kind of plant dressing. Anyways, the sauce was really rich and the cheese just stood out. The beef just went so well with the spaghetti. Coupled with bottomless iced lemon tea. Not to much description on the spaghetti so that you won't salivate over your keyboard. Speaking of iced lemon tea, my first bottomless went up to 9 refills. I don't know how it became a steady 4 now...
It went on with pizza. Pizzas all throughout the long table. Then there was camwhoring. Girls. Soon, the table split up into guys and girls. The guys with all the gadgetry and the girls with all the cameras. Who knew that you could get a 4 TERRABYTE hard drive for 800 bucks!?! Suddenly, Cmdr. Darren came out with this whacky idea. He suggested to buy a PS3 and his boys would work to buy a 50' plasma tv, so that they can play after Spirit Challenges. They were quite enthusiastic about it but I doubt it'll ever come. Nothing much after that. Talk, talk, take photo, take photo. By 10.45, we settled the bill, took a last group photo and went home. As usual, I took the lrt back to Wangsa Maju...
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Mortality...
I've just been reminded of how fragile life is. No matter how tough a person is, no matter how smart a person is, no matter how spiritual a person is, life is not one of infinite days. God still has the last say. A dear friend of mine, Joannes, just lost his dad in Bangkok. Condolences to you, my friend, don't give up your faith in the Lord. He will be with you till the end of days.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tagged...
It has hit me. I thought I could escape but someone has finally got the guts to tag me. So here goes nothing.
1. Pik Wen
2. Leon Lor
3. Alithea
4. CJ
5. Rosanne Maya
1. How did you meet 1?
Blog hopped into her blog.
2. On a scale of 1 - 10, how would you rate your friendship with 1?
7, I guess?
3. How long have you known 4?
Since I was inducted into the CF committee.
4. How do you know number 3?
From college.
5. Where's 5?
In Klang, studying for SPM I hope.
6. A fact about number 1?
Berserk over chocolates.
7. Who is 4 going out with?
I've never asked.
8. What does 1 do for a living?
She's not working yet.
9. Would you live with number 3?
I have a house of my own.
10. What do you like about number 2?
Sportingness, life and energy.
11. Do you miss number 5?
I haven't seen her in a while.
12. Would you make out with number 4?
That would just be sick.
13. What's your opinion on number 2?
Too much Maggi goreng...
14. What's your favourite memory with number 5?
Just talking on the last night of 25th Anniversary camp.
15. What will you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?
Highly unlikely, but if so, I'd be shocked.
16. Ever had a long conversation with 5?
Yup. Back at camp.
17. Have you ever slept at 2's house?
Nope. He never invited me before.
18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot?
When I have nothing to do and so happens to cross the SSU.
19. Who have you known the longest?
Hmm..5.
20. What will happen if number 1 and 5 have a relationship?
They don't know each other, what more...
21. How often do you talk to 1?
If I see her in college or online.
22. What about 2?
Every college day.
23. Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend?
Fellow committee member.
24. Would you go on a date with number 5?
If ever that happens, maybe.
25. Do you dream about number 2?
Nope. Never.
26. What did no.4 did to you that you can never forget?
He's never done anything to me yet.
27. What have you done for/to 1 that the person never forgets?
Giving her a pair of oven mittens as birthday present?
28. What's 3's hobby?
Hanging out in the SSU.
That's it. Finally done with it.
And a CrAzYcOnTrAdIcTiOn returns. It goes like this:
In LG yesterday, we were discussing if a guy would come up and date the girl everyone knew you were dating, what would you do? (In relation to Emolution - Evolution of Emotion, CY theme for this month)
Guy's perspective: In favour of what the girl wants and what's best for her.
Gal's perspective: The guy should stand up and fight for her.
Contradicting hormones? We can only guess.
Disclaimer: This may not apply to everybody. It is just a brain teaser.
::instructions::
Never see the questions before you arrange the names - all mentioned below are TAGGED!
1. Pik Wen
2. Leon Lor
3. Alithea
4. CJ
5. Rosanne Maya
1. How did you meet 1?
Blog hopped into her blog.
2. On a scale of 1 - 10, how would you rate your friendship with 1?
7, I guess?
3. How long have you known 4?
Since I was inducted into the CF committee.
4. How do you know number 3?
From college.
5. Where's 5?
In Klang, studying for SPM I hope.
6. A fact about number 1?
Berserk over chocolates.
7. Who is 4 going out with?
I've never asked.
8. What does 1 do for a living?
She's not working yet.
9. Would you live with number 3?
I have a house of my own.
10. What do you like about number 2?
Sportingness, life and energy.
11. Do you miss number 5?
I haven't seen her in a while.
12. Would you make out with number 4?
That would just be sick.
13. What's your opinion on number 2?
Too much Maggi goreng...
14. What's your favourite memory with number 5?
Just talking on the last night of 25th Anniversary camp.
15. What will you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?
Highly unlikely, but if so, I'd be shocked.
16. Ever had a long conversation with 5?
Yup. Back at camp.
17. Have you ever slept at 2's house?
Nope. He never invited me before.
18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot?
When I have nothing to do and so happens to cross the SSU.
19. Who have you known the longest?
Hmm..5.
20. What will happen if number 1 and 5 have a relationship?
They don't know each other, what more...
21. How often do you talk to 1?
If I see her in college or online.
22. What about 2?
Every college day.
23. Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend?
Fellow committee member.
24. Would you go on a date with number 5?
If ever that happens, maybe.
25. Do you dream about number 2?
Nope. Never.
26. What did no.4 did to you that you can never forget?
He's never done anything to me yet.
27. What have you done for/to 1 that the person never forgets?
Giving her a pair of oven mittens as birthday present?
28. What's 3's hobby?
Hanging out in the SSU.
That's it. Finally done with it.
And a CrAzYcOnTrAdIcTiOn returns. It goes like this:
In LG yesterday, we were discussing if a guy would come up and date the girl everyone knew you were dating, what would you do? (In relation to Emolution - Evolution of Emotion, CY theme for this month)
Guy's perspective: In favour of what the girl wants and what's best for her.
Gal's perspective: The guy should stand up and fight for her.
Contradicting hormones? We can only guess.
Disclaimer: This may not apply to everybody. It is just a brain teaser.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
NTC
I haven't been posting much these recent weeks. It's either taking took much time or I just don't have time. It took me a long time to finish this post. A whole week late but better late then never, right? Anyways, I wrote quite a bit on Royal Rangers on the past few post and I think a lot of you out there are curious about it. Royal Rangers is a ministry in the Assemblies of God. You can read all about it through the links. Now, this National Training Camp that I've just graduated from is a training camp for leaders. This camp teaches trainees how to reach out and teach boys as stated in the mission of Royal Rangers: "To reach, teach and keep boys for Christ." The camp was more or less a refresher course in some ways. I've been through the new system which Malaysia just only implemented and most of day 1 and day 2 during Junior Training Camp back in Singapore. On the first day itself, we had to build stuff like a chippewa kitchen, unfortunately I couldn't find a picture for this. Had an awesome one during JTC but sadly no photos. Then there was the usual camp stuff, pitching tents, quite an odd tent we had, looks exactly like an igloo. Then setting up the fire place, dining area, tool area, bulletin board and kitchen area. Done it all before and had to do it all again.
The first day went on pretty well, already started to blend with my patrol members. Nice people from Sel#6, Sel#7 and Sel#13. There was also the usual song and yell. Thank God no skit/stunt this time. So, then first day passed by real quick and we managed to get the basic stuff up and running. The day ended with a council fire by the staff. The theme was "Wild Wild West". We were greeted with chocolate coins and quite an entrance, literal entrance. The emcee was Cmdr. Darren Teoh with his Mexican ascent. An amazing performance I would say although the lighting of the council fire was a bit off, don't know whether intentional of not.
Anyways, the schedule was tight and before all of us knew it, 6am came and we had to wake up. That's right, it's like waking up and going to school. Did I mention that I got a leech bite last night? Don't know how it got me past midnight but I felt this itch on my right leg. Natural reaction was to scratch but before I could do that I felt this slimy patch. It all came back to me. This feeling was all so familiar to me. Went outside the tent, tried to fry the leech off with a pelita lamp but the fire wasn't close enough. So, I borrowed a lighter. Two strikes and it came off. The guys picked it up and gave the leech a proper frying. Turns out the whole place was infested. We saw a few in our campsite. A few of the trainees got bitten before camp even started. The hall surprisingly has a lot of 'em. Saw a least one everyday! Back to day 2, construction resumed and finished pretty much all of them. By evening, after we got dinner done, it started raining. That few drops of rain introduced us to the thunderstorm. If it rained during a normal camp, then it's acceptable but this was a training camp. So the 6 of us cowered under our flysheet. It rained and rained and rained just like annual camp. There was even a stream that formed right next to our ground sheet, threatening to flood us all...
After a few hours trapped by the rain, we decided to go back to check out our tents. The rain receded a lot but didn't stop. When we got into the tent, the ground sheet was wet, lots of our stuff were wet. Fortunately, my uniform which was hanging right in the middle of the tent very nicely had not a single drop. Used a towel to absorb all the water and we were done. Turns out that water was leaking from the window, apparently wasn't closed tightly enough. Nothing to do, so sleep la. It's the best thing to do during a rain anyway. After that, we got a ride to the hall, had lessons and when the rain stopped, we got back to our campsite.
Day 3 already felt like a routine. Morning parade had a little more this time. Went through the formal stuff, reporting in and morning devotion. Then senior guide got the patrol guides to check the staff's uniform. 1st time ever to be given that opportunity. After it all, senior guide did a little role-play. Didn't know whether to laugh or take it seriously. Sounded like sounding yet it was hilarious. Then he explained his act and the staff actually purposely make their uniform incomplete to show us how to treat the boys. The lessons started soon after. Overnighter orientation and the like. After 3 in the noon, we packed our stuff and campsite. Just as we were ready to move all the stuff back to the store house, guess what? It started raining again. Talk about worst case scenario. Can't do anything about the rain so just do it. Moved all the stuff from camp grounds to store house. 20 minutes to and fro each trip, carrying heavy equipment with backpacks. I got my poncho on in time but I can't say the same for my backpack and uniform. Both of them got wet..soaking, dripping, flooding whatever you call it wet.
Irony. That says it all. It's funny how God teaches me through this way. For example, everyone else actually got their bags waterproofed and kept their uniforms dry while mine got wet. Remember yesterday how my everything was dry while others all got wet? Serves me right some might say. Justice huh? Something to take back from camp. FULLY waterproof my bag, not just my clothes. Thankfully the overnighter was canceled and we were free from the cmdrs for the night. So we had a big family dinner and went on with our very own, very first council fire indoors. I was real impressed with the stunts. All of them were awesome. Awesome like our batch.
I showered for the first time in camp that night and took out my sleeping bag. Again, irony dictated my sleeping bag was to be wet. Wet like I've never seen before. Stayed up for a quite awhile and before I could sleep, senior guide came along and almost immediately, everyone moved to a new campsite...
Then came the worst morning I've ever had. Woke up, went to toilet, came out, drip, drip, rain cats and dogs. I have nothing to say. Six in the morning, packing up a tent under heavy rain. I'll see how you'll feel. Graduation was more casual than I expected. A lot of trainees got attacked by bees. I didn't but I had to wear a very wet uniform. The certificates were presented, took group photo and that was it. Helped to pack up all the stuff and went back home to blissful sleep.
P/S : Pictures are not my thing. I'm a writer, pure fantasy. I found a couple o' crazycontradictions but I can't seem to remember the full story. Have to wait till next time then. God Bless!
The first day went on pretty well, already started to blend with my patrol members. Nice people from Sel#6, Sel#7 and Sel#13. There was also the usual song and yell. Thank God no skit/stunt this time. So, then first day passed by real quick and we managed to get the basic stuff up and running. The day ended with a council fire by the staff. The theme was "Wild Wild West". We were greeted with chocolate coins and quite an entrance, literal entrance. The emcee was Cmdr. Darren Teoh with his Mexican ascent. An amazing performance I would say although the lighting of the council fire was a bit off, don't know whether intentional of not.
Anyways, the schedule was tight and before all of us knew it, 6am came and we had to wake up. That's right, it's like waking up and going to school. Did I mention that I got a leech bite last night? Don't know how it got me past midnight but I felt this itch on my right leg. Natural reaction was to scratch but before I could do that I felt this slimy patch. It all came back to me. This feeling was all so familiar to me. Went outside the tent, tried to fry the leech off with a pelita lamp but the fire wasn't close enough. So, I borrowed a lighter. Two strikes and it came off. The guys picked it up and gave the leech a proper frying. Turns out the whole place was infested. We saw a few in our campsite. A few of the trainees got bitten before camp even started. The hall surprisingly has a lot of 'em. Saw a least one everyday! Back to day 2, construction resumed and finished pretty much all of them. By evening, after we got dinner done, it started raining. That few drops of rain introduced us to the thunderstorm. If it rained during a normal camp, then it's acceptable but this was a training camp. So the 6 of us cowered under our flysheet. It rained and rained and rained just like annual camp. There was even a stream that formed right next to our ground sheet, threatening to flood us all...
After a few hours trapped by the rain, we decided to go back to check out our tents. The rain receded a lot but didn't stop. When we got into the tent, the ground sheet was wet, lots of our stuff were wet. Fortunately, my uniform which was hanging right in the middle of the tent very nicely had not a single drop. Used a towel to absorb all the water and we were done. Turns out that water was leaking from the window, apparently wasn't closed tightly enough. Nothing to do, so sleep la. It's the best thing to do during a rain anyway. After that, we got a ride to the hall, had lessons and when the rain stopped, we got back to our campsite.
Day 3 already felt like a routine. Morning parade had a little more this time. Went through the formal stuff, reporting in and morning devotion. Then senior guide got the patrol guides to check the staff's uniform. 1st time ever to be given that opportunity. After it all, senior guide did a little role-play. Didn't know whether to laugh or take it seriously. Sounded like sounding yet it was hilarious. Then he explained his act and the staff actually purposely make their uniform incomplete to show us how to treat the boys. The lessons started soon after. Overnighter orientation and the like. After 3 in the noon, we packed our stuff and campsite. Just as we were ready to move all the stuff back to the store house, guess what? It started raining again. Talk about worst case scenario. Can't do anything about the rain so just do it. Moved all the stuff from camp grounds to store house. 20 minutes to and fro each trip, carrying heavy equipment with backpacks. I got my poncho on in time but I can't say the same for my backpack and uniform. Both of them got wet..soaking, dripping, flooding whatever you call it wet.
Irony. That says it all. It's funny how God teaches me through this way. For example, everyone else actually got their bags waterproofed and kept their uniforms dry while mine got wet. Remember yesterday how my everything was dry while others all got wet? Serves me right some might say. Justice huh? Something to take back from camp. FULLY waterproof my bag, not just my clothes. Thankfully the overnighter was canceled and we were free from the cmdrs for the night. So we had a big family dinner and went on with our very own, very first council fire indoors. I was real impressed with the stunts. All of them were awesome. Awesome like our batch.
I showered for the first time in camp that night and took out my sleeping bag. Again, irony dictated my sleeping bag was to be wet. Wet like I've never seen before. Stayed up for a quite awhile and before I could sleep, senior guide came along and almost immediately, everyone moved to a new campsite...
Then came the worst morning I've ever had. Woke up, went to toilet, came out, drip, drip, rain cats and dogs. I have nothing to say. Six in the morning, packing up a tent under heavy rain. I'll see how you'll feel. Graduation was more casual than I expected. A lot of trainees got attacked by bees. I didn't but I had to wear a very wet uniform. The certificates were presented, took group photo and that was it. Helped to pack up all the stuff and went back home to blissful sleep.
P/S : Pictures are not my thing. I'm a writer, pure fantasy. I found a couple o' crazycontradictions but I can't seem to remember the full story. Have to wait till next time then. God Bless!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Filler...
Wow..I haven't posted anything for a week. The past weekend has just been so full. Raya holidays were all taken without a second to spare. NTC post coming up..there's just so much to write and it's taking a long time. On Saturday, I justified myself by sleeping for 15 hours after coming back from camp. So proud of myself. Then on Sunday, I had family lunch with who else? Family la. I finally had my first glass of wine after becoming legal. Apparently, it tasted sweet...it wasn't very bitter, so I guess we can all call it sweet then. Today, or rather yesterday, college was back in full swing. Practically a zombie in the morning. Been sleeping for 25 hours in the span of 2 nights. Back to reality, a lot of people have been talking/stressing/posting/etc on exams and the like. Well...frankly I want to care about it and start studying but I'm just not like that. Suggestions or even better, a cure...anyone?
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