I'm going with the flow, and talking about camp. Yeah, everyone is probably doing the same thing, or have done so already.

But I'll start from 3 days before camp, cos that when I left the house for class chalet which was immediately before camp.


5 dec.


After drama prac, I went home and got stayover stuff. It was raining so I took a cab down to downtown east. It was the peak hour and I took about half an hour to reach. The cab fare was about 20 bucks. My pocket half died.


The class went to get the food Serene ordered for the bbq so I waited outside the room for like 15 minutes, carrying my heavy overnight bag. I think the backache I had for the next few days was triggered by this.


Anyway, we barbequed in the rain. I held up the umbrella over the grill whilst Serene Rachel Deborah and Gussie got the fire going. Sybs and Becca were in the room doing security duty, making sure no one dares to enter our room from the back and steal our stuff. =)


More classmates came later and we ate till we were all bloated. There was still a lot left over so we gave it all to our neighbour. We ordered enough for the class but half pangseh-ed last minute, so yeah.


Saw Mella. With his class. Haha. His room was just 2 doors down. Mella later complained at camp that my room was still damn noisy at 4 am. =p Opps.


After the bbq, some of us went clubbing whilst the rest stayed in the room and watched Sister Act 2. Then at 4 when we were all back in the room, we watched the longest yard and talked till we fell asleep.


Pris Gussie and I woke up at like 7 to cab to different places. We shared one cab though. Pris dropped off at the MRT station, Gussie went to soccer training at Boon Keng and I went for drama prac.


My heartpains returned halfway into drama prac, so I left for home.


Then later I returned to downtown east and had dinner with the class. Nicholas came over and we all went crazy watching the SEA games opening ceremony in Thailand. The thai dances were so national-day-like but more hilarious. And the titles of the dances were damn corny too. We laughed at all the people we thought were possible trannies too. Oh dear. =p


Slowly we all drifted off to sleep one by one. But then in the middle of the night, figtree who was sleeping beside me flipped the pillow I was sharing with Gussie so then I woke up. Apparently Gussie was snoring. HAHA. And then Nicolas woke up too and said something that made most of us laugh.


In the morning, people asked me how I managed to sleep beside Gussie and not not sleep. Frankly I have no idea too. Haha. We packed up, checked out and then had breakfast at BK. Then I left at 11 for camp. Cabbing to Bueno Vista costed 20 bucks plus again. I thought it would be cheap! =( Only when I reached then people told me both places were at opposite ends of Singapore. =p I thought they were around the same place. HAHA. Oh well.


This is the first camp that daddy and nicole didnt go for. And the first camp daddy didn't carry my bag up to the bunk for me. But bryan got someone else to do it I guess. Since my camp bag which I packed for him to bring before I left for chalet was already in the bunk. Heh.


This was also the first camp in which I had to serve in worship. So it meant that I couldnt always respond like the way I did during all the response times. But serving was cool though. =)


The camp speaker was Ps Carl Butler from NewZealand. What he talked about during the 6 sermons we had all really spoke to me and was really perfect timing for me to hear it. Like the talents, the equipments, the intimacy. Ask me about them if you want to know more cos there is really a lot to talk about. =) I'll be glad to share. It's very interesting really.


The camp was very different from all the other camps I have been to. Instead of getting so on fire for a short time, I think the camp prepared us to be high for God for a long long time. Which is much better I feel.


The day programmes were alright, I thought everything was more relaxed and not so packed. Which was good. But then the nights to me were horrible. Every night I wanted to go home but every night it was too late for mummy and daddy to pick me up. Every night I cried and had to keep it down so that the whole bunk didn't wake up. For once in my life I felt alone around church mates.

Jeanne and I agreed that now I don't seem to be as close to the J1s anymore. I can be standing right next to any one of them but I can feel so out of place. But there is no one else but me to blame.

During worships, I pray and ask God to help me focus on Him only, and not bother about such trivial matters.

But afterwards, I see that they have so much fun with each other, they have stuff to talk about and internal jokes to laugh about. Then somehow I feel like I'm not needed. And then I have to pray for strength and courage to last the night.

I say I'm fine, but really, you gotta look closer.