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Sunday, March 12, 2006
-10:25 PM
I just came back from OBS smelling like a pig. Alright, let me give you some idea on what went on during the 3 friggin days of OBS. Firstly, we went to the scouts camp, so there were lots of trees around and the area was like a forest. And so that is to say, I'm only abit more tan.
Day 1: The camp trainers were friggin crazy. Mine was 18 years old only. Anyway, she couldn't get our group to talk. Lousy, meaning the group unity and the trainer's experience. The rock wall was 7 stories high and I didn't do it though almost everyone did. Fear of heights, my darlings, I just couldn't do it. We had other activities too, duh, but I'll just say the highlights. They shower time was super short. One third guys and the rest were girls, so shouldn't us girls get at least more time to bath or another toilet?? Anyway, I had to wash my hair outside and I took 3 minutes to bath inside, but with my friends banging on the door screaming for me to come out. Slept on hard wooden planks, a bunk wothout a bed, and used a ikea small box as a pillow, just like ancient China using wooden logs as pillows. Surprisingly, I slept better that way then without anything to rest my head upon
Day 2: Pimples began to sprout out. Argh. I was the first to do river crossin with a big//well-built guy//chubby boy and the rope was so saggy. The rope was suppose to be above our heads but when the deep part came, the rope was of no use because it was already at my waist level and the only thing that was sticking out of the water was my head. And so my swimming skills came to the rescue. I don't know about that boy behind me though. I think he'll probably float. You know why. The water was mucky. We went kayaking too and that was where I got a little more tan. The kayaking was the best activity of all. Alicia and I paired up and we were a little bit too busy attacking other passing kayaks with salt water using our paddles. We almost capsized, a few times infact, from all the shoving and laughing and giggling. Last highlight was the mud track. THE WORST. Really. We had to step into tigh-deep mud which was black and filled with worms and frogs. Plus we had to dirty each other. The mud stank. Rating it, I'll give a 95% for the smell. Pure agony. And the shoes were in a horrible state. 1/2 threw the shoes away. After showering twice, I still stink. Get the idea?
Okay. It's friggin late. The bruise and the slash is still there thought the swell's gone.
