camp tales (P@rT 0n3)

hmm... i was jz thinking. lotsa lawak , n weird stuff happened during da camps tt i went 2. so, i shall humour u wif wut actually happened.

JOTA-JOTI
day 1

went 2 coronation camp at abt 2 sumthin... i think... but 1st, left my stuff (u noe, clothes n all dat) at pris's cos i stayed wif her cos my parents went outstation 4 da weekend. then, fetch cqy n ew there 2. so, we reached dere (btw, it was my 1st time at coronation) n waited 4 our sch's guides 2 come. haha... da alwiz 'punctual' guides of my sch....were, once again... "punctual". my gdness... sum example! yea, da Unit Leader (UL) was da latest. how nice. anyway, as we were waitin in da HQ... we saw da saints scouts (who looked quite mad already) n we actually wanted 2 approach them 2 ask wut we hv 2 do (cos we're combinin wif dem) but decided nt 2 cos they had this pissed look on their faces. scary u noe.

after every1 arrived n we sorted out our papers n money (haikz,.... so unprepared), we went 2 join da scouts in their hutment. n as we trekked up da slope 2 da hutment.... my gdness! i tell u, da looks from da scouts .... if looks cud kill... then i'd be dead. all of dem had tis cold, stony look... like we're prisoners or garbage. so scary... no hi's or welcome or anythin. jz stares. so, anyway... they asked us 2 change into our workin gear cos we had 2 build gadgets n clear da campsite. in our stupidity, no, ignorance is a better word (nt so damaging 2 our egos), we went 2 change in da big toilet/bathroom area. which we later found out tt i was a GUY'S toilet. horror!! tok abt humiliating!!! well... how were we 2 noe....

bac 2 da story. when we went bac 2 da campsite, da subcamp leader (dunno his name but he looks a lot like adrian lim) had a horseshoe 2 brief us on wut 2 do. question n answer.
adrian lookalike: gd afternoon. u're combinin wif us n cpt (silent groans uttered by sum gals
here). so, we've 2 build our tower n gateway. can u all tie square lashings?
cgl-ians: no.....
A. lookalike: tie rubber?
cglians: no...
A. lookalike: then, wut can u do?
cglians: umm....
tis was embarrasing k...n then sum smart mouth said "ntg" which made a lot of guys snicker.
in the end... we gt da most "enviable" job of clearin da grass, shrubs, bushes, anythin dat's green around our site. they had only 1 or 2 rakes n like abt 4 cutters , so, imagine how da rest got on their knees (literally) 2 pluck grass. gila man! plucking grass usin our bare fingers. they asked us 2 collect all da twigs, grass n leaves n dump them into da bushes. i ask u... wut difference does it make?? but we did it anyway. later, i heard horror stories of da scouts picking up a loose pebble n shoving it in front of a gal's face sayin "u said u cleaned da site de. but wut is tis!?".

i gotta chao now. hw 2 do.
-to be cont'd-

i wud like feedbac on wether i shud also include TRAPLEX stories here. n wut u think of it. wow! i'm so polite.. hehe.