First Activities

6.58 Friday 3/March/2006

I'm sitting at one of the terrace rooms in Ranchang Recreational Park, writing in a blue exercise book i should've thrown back in Form 2, but somehow never used and kept. The room's air conditioned, has a built-in toilet and a TV.

Whoa. Freeze there. Didn't they say this was a camp?

Well, we were all pleasantly surprised (read: bed jumping). But back to what happened earlier.

We arrived at roughly 3 plus, though i was dropping asleep by then and didn't care for the time. Carried the wooden bars (no one knows what they're for) and had a splinter wedged firmly into my skin. Pulled it out, but it's still annoyingly itchy as i write, some three hours after.

A chinese serial has just started, and the room roars in approval as a beach scene comes on. I'm not interested in stupid chinese serials, so i ignore the faked surfing lesson and continue writing.

There's ten people in the room and only two Queen size matresses. No idea how we're going to sleep. Aidan is now breathing down my neck. Damn. Too many interruptions. He tsks and goes off.

Back to before. After arriving we got orientated, and then played the first game. All of us were handed blue strips of paper. I opened mine. It read:

Far And Near

It turned out to be parts of the school song. We were asked to group ourselves into verses and the chorus. Simple. I didn't rush, instead located each and every group and then lazily allowed a frantic Exora to pull me into verse 3.

Works all the time. (Kenny got lost, strangely)

2nd game: Story Telling. Ms Chong asked us to continue a story, one at a time, from each group. She started with "I was having duty at the main gate ..."

The story quickly evolved from a fight (boy walked up and punched) to Ms Chong and her dog (she didn't have one), to a dream, to Mr Foo coming back, to it being a dream within a dream, to Ms Chong slicing off 'my' head, and then running headless, and then turning gay ...

You get the idea.

*Stopped here, visited the two other boys dorms. Room 3 was having free music from Kenny's handphone. I watched Kevin and Keith (Ks!) playing chess, and then headed to Room 4.

Goldon, Wilfred, Guan Choi and Byondi were all taking shirt-folding lessons from Billy, who had draped a pink towel over his head.

Who says life has to make sense?