Sunday, July 17, 2005
Ahoy!

I deeply apologise for the lag in updates because I was away for the Malay Society camp in NUS from Monday to Thursday. I know how orientations are so totally past news and something new should be initiated to replace them. I think this IS it. Its probably THE epitome of how orientations or camps should be like. No getting dirty with scheming seniors pouring flour and ketchup down your pants, no clubbing, it was all in the name of good, clean fun.

Well, I initially joined the camp skeptically. Because I am truly bored with orientations and ragging. I was attracted to it because it had Dragon Boat! And our prayer times would not be disrupted. Plus, I seriously wanted to have a feel of what it was like to live in a hostel.

I must really sing praises to the organising committee of Nuestro Viaje 05 because I was really impressed by how they really took care of our prayer times, nicely fitting them into the activities planned for us.

But one thing I've learnt from this camp: Communal Living is NOT for me.

Living in Temasek Hall, or any other hostel or hall, for that matter is truly depressing. I stared at Atikk (who I'm truly fated with), she stared at Zubs (the med student) and Zubs stared at me. Imagine you wanting a break from school. I'm thinking, a home with people you love and care for, with home cooked meals, a TV and definately somewhere away from school.

If I stay in a hostel, Hear Ye, hear ye, I'll take a break from school, IN school.

Plus, I cannot get accustomed to the practice of sharing toilets. And it IS a chore to put all your toiletries in a bag and bring them whenever you want to bathe. Haha, Gosh I'm such a priss.

I think experiencing hostel life through this camp was good enough for me. I really missed home. The company was great, though. Having Atikk as my room mate and group member was enough entertainment for 4 days. She's suffering from withdrawal symptoms, ever since camp ended.

For the details and how freaked out we were after fright nite(think 9 people bunking in MY room), you can always check out baba's blog. We share the same sentiments. Haha.

Ain describes the boys. ( I mean, who could do it better than her?)

Gamar has a fabulous description of the beautiful dinner we had by the beach. ( I too thought we were going to be on mats eating ta-paued food)

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I think the media has something against me. Everytime I'm away from a newspaper, something controversial happens. When I was in Redang, I returned to stale news of you-know-who posting you-know-what on her blog. When I returned from camp, my parents filled me in on the latest, most happening news now.

Man, they really Now Kena F***.

Well, my family wasn't really shocked by the news because we've heard people say things for a long time.

I guess its always like that. Tele-amal also does the same thing. You donate $10, and less than half goes to charity, as reported in the Straits Times a couple of months back. The true, glorious Saints are dead. All we have left are plain human beings.

But at least some human beings are smarter than others. Because I think it really takes a serious lack of something to say that a $600 000 income is peanuts. Worse, you say it to the masses. You're seriously digging your own grave if you happen to be -gasp- a patron! Or worse, a spouse of someone I'm sure every Singaporean respects.

Haha, I am indeed amused.

When people are compassionate and generous, there are bound to be other people who take advantage. That's how it works.

Seriously! What if you've put aside a sum of money from your pay check monthly thinking that your money is doing good to someone less fortunate? And then you find out that its being used to finance someone much more well off than you are?

BASKETBALL COURT!

Sometimes it doesn't pay to be nice.