*sigh* it’s been a while, no? pretty much…. I’ve been caught up in my own world until I’ve not much time for this online journal. Maybe, I won’t be able to update it everyday like I used to anymore.. Yeah, I’m finally succumbing to time constraint; not that I never did, but never this drastic till I’m willing to sacrifice my blog~
Being in the blues these few day was the worst yet… after my ice cream hit Su Ting’s shoe (she just went to the toilet) I sub-consciously continued my delicious dessert… at my own expense. Pretty dumb huh… very DUMB. The night after, at 1.30am, I was rudely awakened by a discomfort at my belly…. my monstrous heavy breathing scared me too. Without thinking, I dashed towards the bathroom to puke yesterday’s lunch and dinner! Yeah.. I could tell- effects of indigestion. =0
When I thought everything was back to normal, I slumbered for half-an-hour before having to dash to the bathroom again to puke nothing but a brown liquidified substance. Gross ain’t it? I’ll spare the details here.. =) This revolting cycle repeated until 6.30am…. Vomitting every 30minutes never felt this awful. To make matters worse, the raging tides in my stomach was the main event… nothing could make me tremble under the covers more than stomch can.. ouch.
Diarrhoea struck. Worse than it ever could.
Passing motion never signified solid faeces anymore… what was deposited was more of an aqueus form.. eww. Fine, I’ll stop. The moment I awoke at 10am, I found mom with a container of my disgusting passes. (puke, I mean) GAwd! Rushed to the doctor to find 2other people frm my sch itself…. whoa. Blame it all on the canteen food ey? =P Had this M.C for 2 whole days… wheeeee! But stayin at home was not worth anything at the moment.. what’s home, when you are grimacing in bed for hours? Pointless, I must say.
The very next day, I dragged myself to school just to sit for Mr. Oung’s EST test. Yeah, the one that contributes 10% to our 1st monthly test? I certainly must not let it slip away.. well, it’s not my choice but my mom’s. When I got there, a friend of mine told me thta Mr. Oung wasn’t present.. so much for rushing there. She’ll kill me if she finds out that I’m missing on my test. That competitive character in her must be contagious! *gasp*
Let’s not be Mr. Blame-it-all shall we>? yepyepyep.. Chinese New Year is just a couple of days away.. till then Gong Xi Fa Chai, Ang Pow Gia Lai! =)
[in the click five’s-Just the girl’s melody] She’s smelly and stinky and she didn’t bathe the whole day, She just came back from tuition and now she’s off to PISA, Strange as it seems, she’s now steering the car…..
That was a hell of an experience… I almost knocked over a jogger, gave mom a nauseatic moment and worse, made my own meek fingers tremble in cold sweat. Held the steering wheel for the very first time in my 16years of life! Well, it was a rather silly moment though… I completely lost what I learnt in theory when I did it for REAL.
“Press the clutch, dear… yeah that’s it. Press it right in and deep,” “Now change your gear” “Good… press the accelerator now” “WAAAARRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Yepyepyep… need I say more? When she first asked me to press the clutch HARD AND DEEP, that’s exactly what I did for the accelerator! Yeah well, laugh all you want. It’s my first time anyway… (yeah, I AM trying to make myself feel better I guess?) You know that basic thing whereby the inertia of a solitary passenger is not quick enough to change into the inertia of a moving car? Yeah, the part where you get yourself flung towards the back upon a certain amount of acceleration… and that’s shocking. Rudely shocking
Well, I’m glad that mom actually took the initiative to let me have a full hands-on experience and to guide me whenever I make any mistakes in the process… thanks mom! Luvya!
oh.. im finally back to civilisation… after 2whole months of pressure. yeah, dat cud explain the obvious reason why i wasnt bloggin 4tha past two months…
well, truth to tell.. these 2months had taught me much. It taught me the true meaning of determination, pressure, optismism, friendship, time management, good plannings and so much more. Unfortunately, after gaining all these experience.. my guiding life is over. Yes.. over for good. No more going back to camps as a participant. Just a visitor. No more strolling down the Corronation Campsite route anymore. No more carving names on the Hutmentss. No more rolling myself in the mud… with flour streaked hair and egg- yolk. No more sawing, splitting and tying gadgets n gsateways. no more digging holes. My tears are flowing as i type this… im being honest n true. No more getting drenched in the heavy rain and getting dried in the blazing sun on and off. No more of it.. no more dancing and acting stupid juz 4the sake of the sketch. No more bbq and campfire nights with the same society in the QD anymore… its the end.
How many people in 10 wud spend their holidays working and getting burnts and cuts>? How many ppl in 100 wud sacrifice their sleep and time workin hard to achieve a cheap plastic throphy>? How many ppl wud want to climb atop a 12 feet gateway juz to tie a banner? Oh God…. i kant stop ma tears now. My life as a guide meant more then any tough cruelty in the world.. its priceless. No, i assure u.. its not a cliche. For all these 8 camps ive been.. its not enuff. Evry single camp taught me sumthing new… the mistakes i made. I ve learnt not to repeat them.
These scout camps had made me come to realise that determination will surface the deepest oceans and emerge the victor. For all the times i was on the edge of breakin down and on the verge of giving up. i ask myself, is it worth doing that? the answer is no. The apparition of the Best Overall Champion throphy will come into ma vision each time i wanted to turn my back n leave. Its the importance of true spirit and focus that will lead u down the path of glory. And of course, skill and punctuality.
Now that it is all over, confessions of a young and naive gurl will come to light. My biggest crush was also in camp. I was head over heels over that guy. He was the cutest guy ive seen… the guy that wowed me with his cheekiness and jovial character. Each lashing i tied, i wud look up at him and there he was.. i wud peek over the bushes juz to catch a glimpse at the one who had my jumpy lil heart. That was how i once felt. Was i in love?> No, certainly not. But i never knew that of course… not at that moment- 2years ago. Then at gatherings, i saw him again. Nothing cud bring me down. i wuz on cloud nine by juz looking at him happy… wishing he cud juz talk to me.. or juz a simple hello. The simple attraction made me lost 4words. that was how an innocent lil vulnerable kid i was.. so gullible n yet so brave. Soon, my heart shattered when i knew he belonged to another. Ma insides cried in pain… i soon pcked myself up n moved on.Now, years later, im his friend . each time i look at him, i chuckled in silence… to actually think i was so crazy over him. silly old me.
In my guiding life, i also found my true love. That simple-yet-complicated fact will be indellible thruout time n space. Without that camp, there will be no us.. no Benjica combo. To think of whose hand will i be holding now, whose warmth will i share now and whose future will i build with if not for him>? The man i truly love with all my heart.. thank u God for having our paths crossed.
Thats not all… throughout my guiding life, ive sustains many cuts, rashes,grazes, burns, blisters and u name it, i have it. Looking at it now makes me wonder how did i bring myself to think tat it was all worth it. My youth. My life. My experience. The life that hovers before… heralding a new me.. the new Jess now. Different frm that lil kid ya see running to the telly to watch pokemon. It moulded me into sum one independant and disciplined… some one that sees the importance of risks and chances. A parable of tha monopoly game.. each space u land on depends on the roll of your dice. Each return u receive depends on the money u invested. And when u win, u beam with pride…. but when u lose, u will be overturned upside down inside out with bankcruptcy. Just like guiding life.. each risk u take determines the next step u make in life.
it has all come to an end. Application of the lessons i learnt; no more in camp. Much to learn i still have, much to see i still shud. SPM is 11months away… and to thank my family and boyfriend for all the support theyve given me in all these past camps, i promise to give u 11a’s for spm. After that, its a vast open field ahead… the grass is alwiz greener on the other side.. hence tempted i shall not be. Well, thats a different story now.. to leave for the future Jess in me to imprint. Right now, i live my life i have now thus appreciating every single second God gave me to breathe.
And now, standing beside me is something i alwiz wanted to have since years before. Losing last year made me return with the burning desire to win this camp. The only reason why i came back prepared and ready to win with pride and effort. The Best Overall Champion throphy. Darling, ur not just made outta cheap plastic. U weigh much more than that.. u weigh effort and desire. This throphy is for everyone of u who helped and supported us thru the journey of winning CTC 2005. Thank u…. God bless u all. U’ll see me again next year…and years to come. Love yall.
Hmm…word foh word… dat title aint got nth 2do wivv ma post 2day! blablabla
ookie. now.. letz see. Where shall i begin? Yeah! BOut yesterday… pretty much a ruined, spolied n messed-up one. But, it turned tables at nite! Yeng n Angie, u shud noe wut im tokin bout! oohh… hold ya horses now… cuz i aint telli bout it yet.. letz see how ma day fluctuated~
Juz a mundane aftanun… well i cancelled ma planz wivv hubby cuz that woman (yeah, ma mom) has been pestering tha arse outta me 2accompany her 2Bukit Dumbar. I actually neva wanted 2… but in the end i relented afta a HUGE SIGH. *rollz eyez* Afta all, shez ma momma n she wuz pratically beggin.
Yeah.. so dat wuz it.. i waited all aftanun foh dat 5pm thingy.. i cudnt do nutz cuz i hv 2b ready by 5sumthin. yeah so tha wallz n ceiling accompanied me foh dat aftanun… actually… for 2whole hourz. Wen i guessed it wuz time, wut i saw made ma eyez boil lyk sum grim reaper. -.- For wut i saw wuz ma momma, glued 2tha tv lyk there wuz no 2moro. Yeah dat hell annoyed me. Eva sinz we got d Astro, shez been warnin me not 2b 2glued 2it.. yaddayadda… but look now?? Shez tha one revolving her life around that pathetic black-cube-with-a-screen-n-speakerz. U bet. Tha remote is now probably a malignant growth stuck 2her bare fingerz.
B4 i actually yelled ma lungz out she wuz like… “ermm.. sorry Jess. Can we go only afta this show endz?” wen i checked tha guide, darn! It only endz at 6.30pm… waaaay bhind tha schedule. That wuz it. i gave her ma dagger-glare n went out in tha open.. She actually came up n apologized 2ma utmost shock! =0 kk.. well…. she evn offered 2treat me baskin robbinz as a token ov apology. Oh well… seeing her THAT sincere i accepted it.
So yeah…. wen we were all dressed up 2hit tha park, (actually in tha car) she exclaimed ” oh! im supposed 2go 2d airport at 7.30pm!” U guessed it. I gave her tha ugliest scowl u cud probly imagine n began tha ’silent treatment’. So back 2square one…. she apologized.. n this time i wuz PISSED. totally! Wateva. i followed her 2d airport n gez who we met? That dorkish, geekish most ungodly nerd ive seen in ma 16years. Wut cud b worse? Yeah.. her social failure 6year old daughter… i mean, c’mon she actz like shez socially retarded or summin.. more like, socially ill. Hmm… i’ll put her pic wiv her mom fer ya 2grimace at.
I spent tha rest ov ma dinna time staring at them… two freakz frmouter space. Tha time FINALLY (yess!!! repeat: finally!) came wen they oughta go back 2their lil crib. Mom took them back 2where theybelong (near minden heightz) later suckaz!
n wow! almost coincedentally, ma buddiez rang up n i rushed 2 USM immediately for our web-radio show. Palpitating heartz cud even dash past a ray of light….. we were duin sum crash course plannin.. a lil discussion.. and we were on air! *yikez* Hm.. golden rule is (obviously) 2b spontaneous… n well.. not 2make blunderz of course. That wud b like, vocal suicide.. *groanz* Yeah, so 40minz of our saliva, brainz n reflexes were spent hosting tha show… ohh tha pain.. wen u make a minor blooper… oh tha agony wen u stammer.. oh well… we were not bad for a 1st time deejay rite, Lin?
I wuz still petrified afta we ended our session.. i cudnt stop thinkin ov it. Hmm.. d adrenalin rush wuz all 2sudden for me 2take. b4 i went 2sch… i wuz still thinkin bout it… i evn wore ma sockz inside out n put tha butter-knife in ma mug ov warm Milo. *oggleoggle*
So yeah.. dat wuz exhilaratin….. kant wait 2do it again! Hmm… in conclusion, it wuz more lyka not-so-ruined-with-a-bit-of-spunk-day!
Ahh well… nth tastes betta then tha intoxicated smell of penang.. tha over-familiar faces of penang.. tha love ov ma sight penang.. ahh itz gr8 2b back!
So yeah.. an epic ov ma life in tha paperz.. pretty kewl aint it>? datz wut i perceive.. probly tha 1st time I came out in tha Starnewspaperz.. i aint braggin or anythin but.. yeah, itz clear 2see that im elated! Ma daddy’s proudda me~! Ma momz appreciative tat i got home safely… hmm…
So NOT a gist.. hmm letz start wivv tha 1st day as a participant of tha BRAT’s camp.. Wuz kindal like scanning 4familiar faces but i failed.. bahh. Wateva. I started breakin tha ice with juz about anyone in tha hall (typical me) n well.. quickly peeped at tha list of ma roomatez. Almost immediately, we became fast frenz!
Skip all tha nonsense n tha bore… So i coincedentally wuz put in2 a team of a buncha whacko’s juz like me.. im glad bydaway.. itz cuz i’ve neva met so many ppl who are juz like me! Soon, we became tha “pillow talk” gang that tha whole camp knew about.. Why>? Cuz we’ll sleep so blardy late n start bangin on otha pplz doorz n makin prankcalls… plus! we even sat on one miserable bed n started talkin about u-noe-wut.. hmm.. u probly wudnt wanna noe.. we call it “THETOPIC” =P
So yeah… letz tok about ma beloved team –subject2change– yeah babeh! datz ma team name! Ma dearest team matez (mostly membaz ov tha pillow talk gang) hv rawked ma camp momentz… credit goez 2namely Tim, Ryan, Shyen, Francine, Buvan n tha rest.. u noe why we neva had any brutus in out gang? Cuz ovv our atitudez – alwiz puttin us in2 priority! We neva pushed ourselvez too much but still came up wiv fantastic resultz! Lurve yall so muchie! *mmuackz*
Pillow talk gang! me, eric, beebee, buvan, ryan, tim, lien, shyen , jack n otherz…. we sure showed them huh? kk.. enuf ovv tha parp… now letz get down 2business… i leant lotz there…. hmm.. interviewing skills, photography skillz, teamwork, porn (yeah.. thx 2da pillow talk gang) n people skills… it wuz kewl… such a short one aint it?
So ma family of vivacious BRAT’s, i’ll alwiz love ya… keep in touch yeah? Hv a gud attitude 2wardz life!
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