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It is not a dark and stormy night, I am not on a roller coaster that only goes up, nor do I radiate sunshine and rainbows and I have too many feelings and no way to express them.

Perhaps I wouldn’t be so flustered  if a certain someone (ahem cough Vera cough cough) hadn’t stalked my tumblr and found this blog.  I am equal parts embarrassed and flattered because that certain someone agrees with some of what I’ve written here and I’m not saying that this is a big deal but it’s kind of a big deal (yoooo).

I guess I should write about recent events and random little things that have happened, like booksales I’ve been to and weird rashes and bites I’ve attained.

I’m really bad at beginning things it’s amazing how I’ve made it this far in life.

Quick recap on what happened in March um:

  1. big bad wolf in penang
  2. big bad wolf at mines
  3. karen’s camp/sleepover thing
  4. popular book fair at 1u
  5. lots of movie watching and music listening

 

Can you see how social I am like wow my calendar’s all filled up with rad social events and gatherings and hanging out with random people ha ha

(I’m listening to some random playlist on 8tracks right now and I Am The Doctor just came on so please excuse whatever rubbish comes after this sentence I FEEL SO PUMPED)

SOOOO TRAVELLING IS FUN AND WHEN I SAY FUN I MEAN EXTENDED HOURS okay sorry for yelling  I mean I find long hours spent on a moving vehicle very relaxing and stress-relieving. Unless I have some inconsiderate loud person with a cold sitting next to me then it’s rather hard to relax and I just spend the next few hours brooding.

But I had no such person next to me on the bus to KL (well, my great-aunt was there but she was sleeping peacefully most of the time so it was fine) so that was a fun 5 hours.

I originally planned on just going for Big Bad Wolf because Karen said it was great and she got so many fantastic books for only rm100 and blahblahblah and I couldn’t have made it to her sleepover anyway because no one could fetch me from the PD bus station so yeh. But then, after about an hour of being deep in thought on the bus, she called me and told me (HEDWIG’S THEME JUST CAME ON FUCK YEAH) that her parents could fetch me from the Seremban train station so yaaay Karen!

Taking a train alone was a very huge milestone for me, I think. I mean I’m on this long train ride to some  station I’ve only been once before, I have no martial arts skills or weapons and absolutely no one to talk to so I’m just sitting there like some runaway teen, the sort Karen likes reading about in fiction novels. I think I did well, though. This nice girl from our bus earlier was sitting next to me and she was on her way back to university or something so it was comforting to have a somewhat familiar face beside you like hey at least there’s someone I know, like, “Hey, I’m not completely alone, I’m sure if something happens this girl might at least try to help,”.

So I made it to Seremban safe and sound, somehow remembered how to get to the bus station (which includes this 10 minute walk through this dark underground tunnel where trolls probably live; I probably stumbled into some dark faerie market where they sell drugs to humans and trade magical healing spells for your firstborn or something.  I half expected to see the sprite from Artemis Fowl asking me if I would like a cure.

Made it to the bus station, had to wait 20 minutes for the bus, thankfully I got a seat on the bus which was much nicer than the one we took last time.

I’m too lazy to write down EVERY LITTLE DETAIL OF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED but basically it was very fun and I wish I had some pics of us because if a picture is worth a thousand words I could just insert a few here and save myself all this tedious writing.

basically:

  • horseshoe crabs are creepy as hell they kind of look like kabutos like u guys sure you didn’t find an ancient pokemon fossil
  • the beach is very sandy and the sea is extremely wet i was very shocked
  • cooking on the beach is a troublesome hassle and frankly a huge waste of time unless you’re an overly romantic idiot who can find beauty and joy in such things
  • some people can shower and change (their clothes not themselves) up to 3 times a day
  • CAMPING IS NOT FUN IN THIS HUMID COUNTRY.
  • i hiked up a bloody hill to get to a goddamn lighthouse and did not get a super fit body afterwards like wtf
  • vera’s cooking, determination, and motherliness is amazing
  • vera’s hella rad tbh
  • also i have my doubts on whether or not karen is actually human she was the last one to sleep and the first one to wake like how??

Also, trains are fun.

Can’t think of anything else at the moment soooo here’s my haul from BBWPenang (note: DO NOT search for ‘bbw’ on tumblr or twitter or anything. just don’t. it does not always mean Big Bad Wolf booksale apparently):

Penang haul~ rm8 per book (well, most of them) so altogether it was rm178 BOX SALE WAS SO MUCH MORE WORTH IT.

 

Aaaaand here’s my box haul; I got the 99.90 one.

I went on the second to last day so there wasn’t much of anything left, BUT I’M SATISFIED ENOUGH. I also threw in a few random books just to fill up my box cuz im random like dat xDD

 

AAAAAND THE DAY AFTER THAT ^ I WENT TO 1U AND FOUND A POPULAR BOOK FAIR. LUCKY OR WHAT.

I’M REALLY SO HAPPY I FOUND SHADE’S CHILDREN I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THEY SOLD IT HERE. I GOT WORLD WAR Z EVEN THOUGH IT DIDN’T HAVE SOME SUPER DISCOUNT REBATE THING BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO FINISH READING IT (I had it on iBooks but the iPad died)

 

THAT’S IT. NO ANGSTY RANTS TODAY BECAUSE I FEEL QUITE CHILL AT THE MOMENT. WE’LL SEE HOW I FEEL IN A COUPLE OF HOURS.

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I hate days like this.


i hate rain. i really do. i don’t find anything beautiful or peaceful about it. it’s so fucking irritating because it’s loud and i cant hear anything like a serial killer could creep up on me and i probably wouldn’t hear him/her because of the rain and yes i fancy myself having pretty good hearing.

im just really frustrated right now because i’d really like chocolatey cookies and i’d like my blanket back, nice and clean and sun-dried.

 

I’d also like some wheat but i rarely get any so….

THE RAIN IS STOPPING YES YES YESSS!!!!

I don’t actually know what to write about. I’m afraid if I start I might just end up complaining and whining about life in general. And then this’d probably turn into another rant in which I offend people.

oh wait.

Well last month I accidentally dropped my phone at the Daiso in Qbay and I’m never going there again. The screen was completely white and I was panicking and my mum was looking at stuff and I was in shock I think that is what going into shock feels like. like a very mild version of it. Since we were like 10 minutes away from the shop where my mum bought my phone (how convenient.) we decided to go there and see if it could be fixed. Unfortunately my mum forgot where the shop was so we had to walk around till my feet hurt and we finally found the place. Also there was a cat show going on. I don’t know how that is relevant but I like cats even though I find cat shows distasteful.

Then when we got home I had to look for the warranty card and I knew I hadn’t seen it around recently so I panicked but we were going to KL the next day and it would take a week for it to get repaired anyway so I just casually “forgot” about it till we got back and a couple of days back my mum asked me to give her the warranty card because the phone’s done and she said she’d pick it up and I panicked again until last night we both cleaned our rooms and I started panicking and I almost cried till my mum found it in her room wtf.

So we’re probably going to pick my phone up later.

Also my mum tried to change my room light yesterday and she was balancing on the table and ohmygod I was so afraid. Thankfully, nothing happened. I mean she broke my first light so I used the one from her room then she borrowed one from  the living room but everything’s alright now. And I now have a whitish fluorescent light instead of a yellow one!

I’ve also been writing in my diary a lot. Lots of angsty posts. Pages. Wtvr.

ok bye.

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How I infuriate people and lose friends; a memoir. Sort of.


I feel like deleting my blog right now; but hey, one day I might find it again after years of ignoring it, read the contents, and laugh.  Laugh till I die. Then I would never have to worry about dumb blogs ever again.

~ Guess who I’ve pissed off recently~

Before I continue I would like to remind you, the reader, that I am an absolutely horrible person and an even worse friend. And I am not changing.

I self-sabotage all my relationships and friendships and I think the underlying cause of all this is that I think I am not worthy of  having friends. Or I think I’m too proud and just don’t appreciate them enough. Pick one.

I actually don’t mind losing friends, it’s something I decided a long time ago. That I don’t need them and that people are easily replaceable.  Also I hate people and it is emotionally draining for me to actually, like, talk to strangers and then proceed to “build” a  friendship.

I’d love to categorize myself as having social anxiety unfortunately my mother and people around me in general would just brush it off as being antisocial, even though I seem to have most of the symptoms of a person suffering from the fear/discomfort of socializing.

Probably won’t publish this but I need to vent out my sadness and emptiness and perhaps if I fill myself up with disgust and cringe-worthy posts it’ll get rid of the emptiness inside.

It is so hard knowing that there are people out there who enjoy and appreciate the things you do but live on the other side of the planet, and knowing that these people exist but being too afraid  of looking for them and too afraid of wasting time with the wrong people just make things worse.

I really don’t see the point in knowing people in real life anymore. It’s not like we live in a time where having friends in faraway places is an impossible thing. Humans have come so far from back when we were, well, whatever we were.  I’m just really upset right now.

It’s like I can’t even post my opinions on the internet anymore. The whole point of posting opinions on the internet is to rant and vent your frustrations knowing that there might possibly be people who agree with you, and if there are, you can join a group chat and bitch about the thing you hate together! Which is great.

I am not a respectful person, I am a rude twat who complains and hates on everything. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I enjoy being a twat because being rude is bEING MYSELF.

I HATE SUCCUMBING TO PEER PRESSURE. I HATE THE OUTDOORS. I FIND OVEREXERTING YOUR BODY POINTLESS. I AM NOT AN ARTSY FART. I DON’T ENJOY THE GUILT THAT COMES WITH FEELING OBLIGATED TO DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEONE; AND I STRONGLY BELIEVE THAT I SHOULD SAY NO TO WHATEVER  WHENEVER I DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT, REGARDLESS OF WHAT PEOPLE MIGHT THINK.

I LOVE MOVIES. I ENJOY LISTENING TO FILM SCORES AND SOUNDTRACKS. I THOROUGHLY LOVE THE FEELING OF BEING ABSORBED IN A BOOK. MINIMALIST ART IS THE ONLY KIND I ENJOY. I THINK CONQUERING MOUNTAINS AND SHIT IS WEIRD.  AND THERE IS NOTHING IN THE WORLD I APPRECIATE MORE THAN SOLITUDE AND PRIVACY.

I think I just wrote the most accurate About Me in the history of my life.  Whoop dee doo.

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OH WE’RE STILL SO YOUNG, DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION.


wahay it is 5am and I feel like writing! Actually I just feel like posting something.
Rant ahead:
I am so bored of hearing all these girls talk about how they’re better than other girls because they aren’t interested in wearing makeup or heels or cutoffs. And how they’re better than those girls because they wear tshirts and sneakers and read BOOKS LIKE OMG WOW YOU READ BOOKS!!! GOOD FOR YOU!!!
Before I continue: I am not the kind of saintlike monk type person who doesn’t judge and totally accepts everyone for who they are. I still judge, and I have a 5 second delay before I remember to not judge by appearances. Even though she may dress like a (insert word of choice here), it’s her choice and has nothing to do with me.
Ok now that I have clarified that I can go on with my rant.
What, just because a girl focuses on her appearance (makeup, nice clothes, etc.) she can’t also enjoy books and tv shows and movies and whatever “nerd” crap other people like? That just because she takes good care of her skin and hair and dresses well she’s probably a dumb airhead and probably doesn’t “read”
I am so sick of people thinking they’re better than everyone else just because they don’t do a certain thing or they do a certain thing. And maybe it’s because I am sick of myself doing that.
As a fellow teenage girl, I honestly don’t give a shit. Unless you have bad posture and your top and shoes just don’t GO, then I’d probaly badmouth you but that is mostly because I badmouth everyone because I am a bitter, grumpy cow. Just because someone else doesn’t like the things you like doesn’t automatically make them below you. Perhaps you just have shitty taste in things and that is why no one likes what you like. (joking. maybe.)
It’s reached the stage where I see so many of these aforementioned girls who spend a lot on clothes and makeup that I don’t really give it a second thought anymore. Hey, you wanna wear short shorts and a top that resembles lingerie? Sure. You wear pajamas out and week old jeans? Whatever lah just don’t come near me.
Bottom line is, IF SOMEONE CHOOSES THE OPTION OF LOOKING GOOD, MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE THEY LOVE THEMSELVES AND THEY WANT TO LOOK THE BEST THEY CAN BECAUSE LOOKS ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO SOME PEOPLE.  AND IF YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT HOW YOU LOOK ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, AND ALSO LOVE YOURSELF, THEN THAT’S FINE. YOUR FACE,YOUR CHOICE. JUST DON’T OVERGLORIFY IT AND CALL THESE GIRLS BIMBOS BECAUSE OBVS VAIN PEOPLE HAVE LOW IQs RIIIGHT.  OVERGLORIFYING HEELS OVER SNEAKERS IS ALSO NOT NICE. OVERDOING ANYTHING IS NOT NICE.
I DON’T THINK THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH BEING VAIN. AT ALL. AND I DON’T THINK THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH NOT BEING VAIN EITHER.
I am sorry for yelling.
Okay this is partly inspired/triggered by my friend (i think i can call her that), Karen. Karen is almost 6ft tall and supermodel gorgeous and she rarely wears proper pants and shirts. Your first impression of her, if you’re a normal judgy person, would be that she is of below average intelligence and because she’s pretty she is probably a stuck up snob. Which she kinda is, at first, but she’s actually rather nice. And she reads. And arts. And occasionally misspells words but that is not the point.
SO YES, TRY NOT TO JUDGE BY APPEARANCES, BECAUSE MOST OF THE TIME PEOPLE ONLY LET YOU SEE THE PART OF THEM THEY WANT YOU TO SEE.
And if you’re mean and you wear makeup, I dislike you. If you’re mean and wear jeans and tshirts, I probably also dislike you.
It may or may not be because I am a misanthrope.

 

 

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TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME.


um. hi. I feel pretty bad right now because, well, I haven’t posted all the things I said I would. Also it is 5am and I should be sleeping but hey, I’m going through a thing.

And because I am feeling particularly generous today I shall share a useful bit of information to all you idiots out there:

HAVING.

FEELINGS.

SUCK.

ESPECIALLY if they are for someone else like FAK U NO YOUR FEELINGS ARE YOURS AND ONLY YOURS YOU ARE NOT OBLIGED TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR ANYONE/EVERYONE. AND ESPECIALLY, ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE ROMANTIC FEELINGS.

Okay so I’ve been writing to a friend who lives on the other side of the planet and we’ve been corresponding through tumblr’s mail thingy (which pretty much sucks but it’s bearable) and we have concluded that there is no friggin point dating and being all lovey-dovey during your teenage years because:

1: we are teenagers and our hormones are still running riot and therefore we are idiots

and

2: crushes suck.

That is all.

Oh,  I almost forgot,

3: Thea is a hypocrite who hates others because she hates herself and she also gives terrible advice and she is bitter because of THING.

What is the thing, you may wonder. Well, let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was girl. Girl lived in africa before moving to civilization. Girl then joins “cool” clique. Girl turn cool/bad. Girl go through thing and has regret and heart-to-heart with eVery1. Den girl say she wan do betta. den she do the do. The end.

But that is not my story. My story is a little more tragic and sadistic and a little complicated with just a pinch of drama and a whole lot of GODDAMMIT THEA WHY JFC WHYYYY thrown in.

I thought writing this and making it public would help me with my feels but it is not helping and now I feel like hanging myself. But I am unfortunately incapable of tying a noose.

So basically I was more of an idiot than usual and I developed feelings for this great gentleman who may or may not have felt the same way and it was the “may or may not” that was the problem. Y’see kids, sometimes it is SO MUCH EASIER when you tell someone how you really feel and not be a vague little bitch about it. That way, you probably won’t have as many miscommunications and you will know if the other person likes you back or not!!!! I know it’s hard for some people, but life would be much easier if everyone were just a little more honest. And when I say honest I mean honest about their feelings like if a nickname a friend calls you offends you you should probably tell them that but if you don’t like someone’s curtains you should probably just keep it to yourself idk it’s not really considered being honest it’s just being unnecessarily direct. And rude.

Also I think it would be nice if everyone just admitted they like each other if they do. What exactly is the point of keeping it a secret, there’s  a 50-50 chance he or she likes you as well! Unless they’re already in a relationship then you probably shouldn’t wreck it because teenage girls are nasty. And also rude.

Yeah so my kokoro got brokoro and I chose to have it broke-ACTUALLY NO I DID NOT, SOMEONE WAS OVERREACTING. AND I WAS IN SHOCK. AND VERY CONFUSED BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU IT SUCKS NOT KNOWING WHAT YOU ARE TO SOMEONE.

Yeah.  I guess that was the whole point of this post, to say that it is absolutely horrible to not know what you are to someone. Even if you think you’ve already broken things off, but you’re not sure, it’s a feeling that kills you inside. It is one of the worst emotional pains and one of the worst things you could ever do to someone; but the thing is, you might not even know you’re doing it, and if you are vaguely aware of it but decide to just let the other person deal with it ~EFF YOUUUU EFF YOU VERY VERY MUUUCH~.

this is starting to sound like a whiny brokenhearted 12yo girl post but wtvr. I don’t think I can do this anymore. But I have to continue this post.

It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.

Because it’s as if having feelings wasn’t bad enough so you have to deal with not knowing if he or she feels the same way. It’s like having a bipolar ferret who you think loves you because he sometimes lets you cuddle him but most of the time he just bites. It is like the ferret only about a dozen times worse. Because animal bites heal, while wounds of the heart are a different matter. And when I say heart I mean the metaphorical one not like you have a gaping wound in your chest kinda thing.

So yes, I am pretty sad. I’m always moody but this is a different kind of sad. Partly because things did not go the way I expected them to, and partly because I did not act the way I wanted to. But it is too late for all that and now I shall end this post with a song I’ve been listening to over and over again because the lyrics struck a chord with me, most of P!atd’s songs are fantastic and they have great, catchy lyrics but this is the first one that actually reminded me of someone because the lyrics suit that person so well.

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TDC15 Reunion and dehydrated mangoes.


My, what an eventful weekend this has been.

I just recovered from a really bad migraine (it’s still throbbing a little but I feel much better) that lasted more than 24 hours and I couldn’t even sleep well because it hurt too much. My mom thinks it’s because I ate really sweet dehydrated mangoes on an empty stomach. Either that or I had an allergic reaction to peanut butter sandwiches.

I had a really great weekend!!1!1! I mean despite the fact that on our way to KL we stopped in Ipoh for lunch at this kopitiam with “the most famous chicken rice and beansprouts in town” that was really bad I lost my appetite and I was STARVING. I swear everything in Ipoh is tasteless. Literally. IT DOESN’T TASTE OF ANYTHING I’VE SMELLED MORE AROMATIC BOOKS. AND CARDBOARD. And people there are so weird, I don’t want to start on how strange they are.

So I stayed up the whole of thursday night making egg tarts and halved them so I would have enough for everyone. teehee. There was too much food so I had to bring some home.  Meh.

So on saturday (reunion day) mom dropped me at AWL’s in the morning-ish. Then we went over to CLiC and Adrian came over WITH A PINK PILLOW (yay!) and I think I took a nap until reunion at 4. Unfortunately Jon’s dad forgot reunion was that day so AWL had to come pick us up and we were kind of late, and very lost when we walked into the middle of what looked like a very chaotic game.

After playing a few more games we finally got to eat!!1!!!1! THERE WAS SO MUCH GOOD FOOD! And it was great seeing everyone again (note that when I say everyone I mean people I like being around I don’t really care about, like, EVERYONE everyone)

So I dunked a nugget into Adrian’s coke and he ate it. And we put skittles into his drink. I don’t know what happened to those. ._. It was really fun having mealtime discussions again. ❤

cool people.
cool people.

Then after that we had hymm singing (MORE LIKE IT’S TIME SINGING) and there was a lot of jumping and after that my stomach hurt and that is why you should listen to old people when they tell you not to jump after a meal.

IT FELT TOO SHORT BUT IT WAS REALLY NICE SEEING PEOPLE AGAIN. And for some reason everyone seemed nicer and less bitchy at reunion than they were at camp.

Then at about 10 we went back to CLiC and stayed up listening to songs and singing along. Badly.  I forgot to bring sleeping stuff so while Adrian and Karen were happily snuggled in their sleeping bags I was freezing, and in the middle of the night Karen mumbled something which was apparently, “Don’t steal my blanket,”.  (fun fact: Karen grinds her teeth in her sleep. And swallows. A lot.)

The next morning we went for their youth….ehh….get-together..thing. We were quite late. I expected talks about Buddha and meditation but instead we spent 2 hours playing with cards and throwing balls around. But it was fun! Even if, while blindfolded and feeling around for Karen, I touched some dude’s hairy leg. I honestly feel really bad for that poor guy. (DAMMIT KAREN WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE STAYED STILL)

Oh oh! And we played this game where someone has to be blindfolded and that person has to throw the ball to a specific person in the next group. I GOT REALLY SHITTY DIRECTIONS SO I ENDED UP THROWING IT WAY OFF COURSE. And I might have hit someone. Oops.

While waiting for  Jon’s dad to pick us up Karen bumped into some uncle of hers and he gave her free coupons so we could buy food!!!! Then Adrian found out they were giving students of the temple free fried rice so we had some of that too. Mwehehehe.

And here’s a very important lesson I learnt that day: You should never, EVER tell Adrian he wouldn’t dare do something. Because he will do it. I found this out the hard way when he told someone I liked that I liked him. And the response was a good ol’ pat on the shoulder and “It’s alright.”. Huh.

Then we went to some mall to watch Despicable Me 2!!! It was really adorable, and we got free posters of the minions! And the popcorn was pretty nice.

Adrian had to leave so we parted ways there and then AWL picked us up and we went back to CLiC and I fell asleep while they were preparing dinner and slept until 1. Then Karen and I went downstairs and I ate while she stalked people.

I can’t remember much but it was a fun weekend.

 

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Teen Dhamma Camp 15 recap/ Wheatday


I’M JOKING SHE DID NOT SEDUCE ME HAHAHAHAHAH I WENT OF MY OWN FREE WILL I SWEAR.

yeah okay so yeah.

I didn’t really know what to expect, considering the fact that Am was pretty vague about the whole thing like I could have been paying rm95 to fund terrorists for all I knew.

I thought there’d be a lot of meditation and yoga but Am told me that the last camp she went for wasn’t very meditation-ey and quite outdoor-activities-ey. Or something like that. I still refused to believe her because WHAT IS A BUDDHIST CAMP WITHOUT MEDITATION RIGHT.

And because I want to try to be nice today I shall behave and begin from the beginning.

so the night before i went for a dude’s pretty crappy birthday bbq (crappy as in there weren’t that many people there and i had no one to talk to but on the bright side i had wifi and food). And the food was pretty good like there was a goddamn chocolate fountain.  And I realized a lot of things that night. One: some people just suck at planning parties and two:  I just suck at life decisions and I am quite possibly the pettiest person in the world. Also did I mention the chocolate fountain.

I was exhausted after that but as soon as I got home I couldn’t sleep so I think I ended up texting Karen the whole night.

I think I stayed home the next day and my uncle came to pick me up in the evening and drop me at Am’s place (or rather their other place like idk what it is exactly it has people living in it regularly) and I met up with my beloved people. Which are very annoying. And strange. And annoying.

So long story short we had trouble sleeping and there was no wifi and the boys insisted on sleeping downstairs at first until Adrian started texting Karen asking if she was asleep then I realized that Jet was not asleep either so we asked them to come upstairs into the room with us and Adrian told us a “story” about this korean drama he watched that was very touching; Adrian is a very good storyteller. Then things started getting weird when Jet said that Adrian’s butt was really muscular and….I’m not gonna put the other thing here.

I didn’t get enouGH SLEEP, AS USUAL. *glares at everyone*

We went over to AWL’s and Am’s dad drove us to SJBA and we joined everyone upstairs and sat on cushions rather awkwardly. Spoiler alert: everyone there was pretty farking weird.

I do believe they tried to introduce the facis (oh wait they’re called the committee over there) though I didn’t find it interesting/important at the time so I was probably not paying attention. And then we meet these totally cool kids, Emily and her sister Jenny, and we kind of got into a group for group activities? We had to use our bodies….to create things. Our windmill was hilarious.

Then after that we got split into our “real” groups. *sad sigh* And I s2g everyone in my group knows each other/has been to this camp before so I felt so freaking left out and yet they still elected me as group leader like wtf why would you do that. But in the end they were really good sports and nice people.

After that we had to pile into buses and go to some godforsaken place in Shah Alam. (oh and there were only 80ish people at camp btw)

The girls got “cabins” (Cabins?! Pah!) and the boys got a creepy basement. Our cabins were made of pieces of wood and held together with nails and hope.  And there wasn’t enough water, because APPARENTLY the water tank takes a lot time to fill up and we didn’t even have a steady water supply so don’t bother asking about a heater or stuff. And I am glad I decided to at least bring a blanket to substitute a sleeping bag.  Also there was a kind of wooden platform/extra bunk so more people could fit it one cabin and I swear the girls sleeping above us were dancing jigs the whole night.

I can’t really remember what we did but it was very uncomfortable for me as I hate the outdoors and I hate not being able to pick my group members (though I admit, the only reason I would ever want Karen to be on my team is because it’s easier than competing against her. I’m a coward.) There WAS  a lot of outdoorsy stuff!

I am not an outdoorsy people.

Frankly I did not enjoy it much, nor did I learn any valuable life lessons.

But I met cool people so……~MIXED FEELINGS~

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