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Monday, June 2, 2008,6:55 PM

Camp and Gymnastics

Sorry for not updating. Like I said, I'm kind of lazy to blog nowadays. Anyway, I went for Chelsea's (the girl we met in Club Med; also known as Gap) cousin's church camp. Me and Shi Hao did. Chelsea wasn't very good at providing details. I was wondering what possessed me to say, "Okay. I'll have to ask my Mom" when she asked me, "Do you want to go for a camp?"

Me: What kind of camp is it?
Chelsea: I don't know.
Me: What are we going to do there?
Chelsea: I don't know.
Me: Why don't you know?
Chelsea: I don't know.

Okay, so she didn't actually say that. I forgot what she said exactly, but she couldn't answer when I asked her what camp it was and what we were going to do there. Later, Yu Wen's Mom told me someone said it was a music camp. Then, when we went to the Summit Hotel at 8 A.M. on Thursday, we found out it was actually a church camp.

I don't want to explain the camp in detail, so I'll just give like a list or something.

Stayed at a hotel called Centrepoint. It's one of those hotels that are right next to shops and stuffs. Like those hotels you see in the same building as diners with no air conditioning or whatever. I was so O_O.
The food was okay.
Lights out and what time we had to wake up: Friday - lights out: 12 midnight; Saturday - wake: 7 A.M., lights out: 2 A.M. (!); Sunday - wake: 8 A.M. I know. So whatever right? Like we don't need sleep at all, right? 2 A.M.! Can you believe it??? I woke up 1 hr. 20 min. late on Sunday, at 9:30P.M. I didn't get in trouble because I think the leaders didn't notice. ^^
Water gun games and other type of games. There were these series of games on Saturday, and in one game, we had to munch on different vegetables until they were mushy, then spit them into a bottle until it was full. Then there was this other game where we had to stick our heads into this bucket of flour+egg+water mixture and wet our hair with it, then run to this small plastic bottle and squeeze the stuff in our hair into it, and fill it up.
The water gun games were kinda fun.
Everyone thought me and Shi Hao were brother-and-sister, because we look a little alike and had the same bags and jacket (I borrowed Shi Wei's bag and jacket).
The air conditioning in most of our rooms were super cold. SUPER COLD. I was like freezing. It was cold downstairs where we ate and stuff, too. Ugh. We played Guardian Angel.

I hate the last game. I especially hate that one. I have quite long hair, and it's thick, so it was really hard to wash off in one day. Actually, I didn't even get it off in one day. I went to Chelsea's room (I shared a room with a total stranger named Wendy) so she could help me comb and wash the mushy and dried-up balls of dough out of my hair.

It couldn't come off in 45 minutes, so I went back to my room when my hair was dry and combed some off. A lot of the other girls still had dough in their hair, too. Wendy had a lot. A pitiful sight. And guess what? I had SPLIT ENDS. I was investigating my hair while people were talking in front. I was super angry about that, and I complained to my Mom.

Well, it came off the next day after I slept. And blah. I don't feel like explaining more. I can't say that I liked the camp. It's the kind of like that only lasts while the fun things are happening there. But when it's over, you're like, I don't like this camp.

After camp, I slept over at Yu Wen's house for two nights, and we Mapled and stuff. I started playing Maple Story again, because I saw Shi Hao playing it and decided to play Maple again because I had nothing to do. I went into the computer room and saw this big plastic jar filled with water and a dead scorpion and dead prawn inside. Yu Wen explained that they were Shi Wei's dead pets, and he wanted to preserve them by putting them into vinegar and something else.

At night, we read a storybook called The Little Prince, which was pretty hard to understand. Go read it. Really. Shi Wei actually came to me with the book and said, "Hey, Jia Yu, I dare you to read this and understand it."

I said, "Oh, I read it before. I kind of like it." (At the time. Now it's okay.>/p> The story was written by this guy, who was one of these adults who like children better than adults, and think adults only care about numbers and money. You know those kind of people, right? The story is a little odd (a little?!) but I kind of like it.

Shi Wei made me wake up today by coming to the room with one of his praying mantises in his hand and saying, "My mantis is dying." Then we watched the mantis for a few seconds, then it stopped moving, and Shi Wei told us it was dead.

Shi Wei's Japanese friend, Shuya, came over today, 3 hours later than he was supposed to come. They "taught Reptor, Shi Wei's gecko (Spots died), how to do gymnastics and yoga." You know what they did? They took Reptor and slowly spun him around like a somersault or something. =.= They tired Reptor out.

Shi Wei and the others keep saying that Shuya (he's 12, but he looks like 10 or 11) has a 6-pack and is really strong. They said he had a 6-pack when he was like 9 or something. But I didn't actually see it, of course.

Me and Yu Wen then went for the gymnastics trial today. It's at this building or something called Solaris. The gym (I'll call it gym for short) place is called Fly Kids. No, it doesn't mean larva. Not maggots, either. Just Fly Kids.

It's kind of a small place, and not quite what I expected, but it was fun! We went when the little kids (like 5 years old and younger) were having their classes, though. There was this cute little boy, who was 5. He had brown hair and blue eyes (me, Yu Wen, and one small girl were the only people with black hair - Asians - there, exculding the teachers. The others had blue eyes and blonde and brown hair and whatever. I love their blonde hair. It's colorful, like golden mixed with light brown and blonde).

Anyway, the boy's name was Istan (I think that's how you spell it; pronounced is-tuh-n). He's really cute, but overfriendly and a little annoying. I mean, he kept sitting really near me and Yu Wen and tickling us and chasing me and stuff. His mother was like, "Istan, she's not your sister." Lolz! A little bit annoying, but very cute. And confident.

Gymnastics was fun! But they don't force us. At all. The teacher was Yu Wen's ex-swimming teacher. But there might be a male teacher who trained a national team or something coming soon, and that's kind of scary. Fierce national team teacher + beginners like me and Yu Wen with no gymnastics backgrounds whatsoever = X.X

But maybe he won't be too fierce to us? I want them to force us a bit, but not too much, because if they don't force us, I will not ever be able to do a split. I hope I can go for the classes on Monday!

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