I'm back from Batang Ai!!! Just cleaned out 46 emails.
But to put it simply, I learnt a lot about prayer. Truly lots. And I want to put it into practice.
The games were absolutely lovely and really fun. Especially the Trash Can Game (we used chairs instead of filthy trash cans). Despite the 10 cent size scrape that really stung and the tons of muscle pain (must remember not to play such games on the first day of camp xD) it was really, really fun. I love that game, no kidding.
My team got last place but eh, that doesn't really matter (then again, it doesn't feel nice to be last when you are last but someone has to be last right?). I was the assistant leader of my group, Doraemon (the groups had quite some interesting names). xD Benjamin Baru was our group leader but had to leave on the third day to go to KL. That got me unofficially promoted to group leader.
The hall where we gathered was so far away from the Girls' House and it was a pain in the muscles, biceps, triceps (and so on) to walk all the way there and back again + muscle pain + exploding bladder some more.
In this camp, I believe that prayer truly works and man, I'd tell you why I think so if only it wasn't something that private. :O Our speaker was Mr Louis Rose (pronounced Louie) and sometimes his wife would share a bit. They are very nice angmo people. =]
So, we had this Paper of Encouragement thing for every camper and anyone could write on your paper to encourage you and feed your narcissism (sometimes, people would write rubbish xD). This is what some people wrote on my paper.
Hey, God loves you and you know that! Shine on in love! <3
Okay, thanks to whoever said that. I'll try to shine on (which means I ain't shining on yet)
God loves you! - angel <3
Thanks for reassuring me, my Guardian Angel. And no need for the secrecy. I know it's you, Elaine. Sorry. Was unable to resist investigating. xD
God bless you! Love ya! =)
Am I really that lovable? I hardly even communicate with some people and that makes me wonder how they can "love" me so...enthusiastically. But thanks anyway. =]
God bless you Rene. Sorry not your angel.
Another person who loves me. How nice xD This person (I think) thought that I thought she was my angel (which I didn't, cuz I knew who my angel was). xP
Hey, you're cute =)
I promise to not let that get into my head. Thanks Alicia Ng, my friend.
You're cool.
This was really a surprise to me when I saw this written by this dude on my paper. I mean, I hardly even talk to this person and he was so nice. He is a gentleman and as he says, his butt is very hot (okaylar, he was sitting on a hot basketball court, what else could he say?) I went and wrote on his paper: Your butt is very very very hot.
Heyy gurl!
Very encouraging to see that someone acknowledges my presence.
Thanks for participating and adding to the fun!
I think that Uncle Louis wrote this (the handwriting was very distinct) Thanks sir!
Hahahahaha! I'll cont...
This person who I think was laughing like a maniac never continued writing. o.o
SORRY...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA =)
The reason for the 'Sorry' was because everyone seemed to say 'Sorry' to me for pretty much everything. If I stood behind a door and they opened it (and didn't injure me), they'd apologise. And if I opened the door for them or opened the door just as they were coming in, they'd apologise too. I mean, you did nothing, what ya apologising for? xD Thus, the prankster in me came out. I would purposely stand behind doors (sometimes even bumping the doors to make it seem like they hit me) and make people apologise to me, one after another.
SORRY = the most abused word in camp history
Some people found me crazy for finding it funny and making people say sorry to me. I'm bored as can be, what can I say? I must say that I was a little annoyed when people acted so considerate because well..I'm not naturally so considerate.
And I'm also not naturally the sharing type. I can be selfish. I am trying to get over it. May is helping to train me up. I'm learning to share my Smarties, my bak pao etc. I don't even know HOW I can be so self-centered. o.O And it sometimes surprises me how my sister can share her Smarties with me without any hesitation whatsoever. I even ask her "How come you just share your stuff with me like that? If it was me, I wouldn't lor" So yeah, that's me in the process of learning. I'm human yanno. xP
What other random stuff should I add here. Sleeping on the floor is way better than sleeping on the bed with 3 other people. Home toilets are the best. I have a phobia of public toilets and the toilets in places like Batang Ai always have faults. For example, instead of flushing DOWN, the amount of water in the toilet bowl would increase a lot and if you are unlucky (which I didn't get to be) the toilet will be flooded with toilet bowl water. What fun, what fun.
Now that I am home, I am very grateful that I have a perfectly working, clean toilet.
