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paint your love
the final score

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i'll betaking my time
take these chances and turn them around
because i cannot let myself regret again



SWEET HATRED

when it rains...

I want my world to be in clouds
i want this memories to be kept
this miracle will be locked
and no one will have to know



WAITING

ignorance

i'm not going anywhere



that's what you get

Sae
Beverley
muzi
3e2
syazwani
vincent
wei keat
adeline
gregory
Jian Hui
Ivy
Mrs Teo
tina
Sharyl
Jia Xuan
Jasmine
Shermin
Jearl
Gek Heong
Jocelyn
ferrone
Xiu Rong
ming hao
jing jie
licheng
lishan
kelly
coffee
Felicia
ChunHui
Xue Qun
Dickson



i wonder....

if heaven is beautiful...
if the world is so perfect...
if music notes are really black and not purpur...
if games really are fun...
if i forget everyone i know...
if i can stop saying "if".

i'm dreaming again

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i still try***

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Friday, June 12, 2009

(warning: long post, again)











wow.
of all the camps i have went.
from NPCC to church camps,
among all of them,
including yucky NPCC camps,
this is the WORST camp i have went.












maybe i was not anointed enough,
or enthusiatic enough,
but i still have to say it is boring, useless(?) and more.































why this youth camp is so damn dumb?
1) only FOUR people turned up in our cell.
(i don't blame the rest, but seriously, four???)



2) my sister dear got a new friend so she kept leaving me out.
even felicia asked me why i did not want to go with her.
it is so darn obvious isn't it?





3) the games are... ummm... boring.
(it is the nicest word i can find)







4) the fright night should not be blindfolding.
that makes the whole darn thing plain and, well, fake.



5) the people there are so... unfriendly?
felicia's group are so much nicer!!!
looks like the saying is true:
the grass on the opposite fields always look greener.






6) they basically put us in the old school just so they can use the field to
make history.
it feels a little like they are using us to break world record.
and it's like every other camps in NPCC,
the sole reason for the camp is evolved around the camp fire.
i have to say,
the camp fire is nicer than average campfires.







7) but what i love most about church camps is that they do not have CHEERS.
and this camp they have ALOT.









8) the games are all in the trackfield.
and for the whole 3 days,
the weather is blazing hot.













the whole camp is so damn boring.
seriously.
you can call me crazy, evil, anti-social, whatever:
the camp will forever and always hold this fact: it is b-o-r-i-n-g.



























however,
what i am wondering is:
how come no one knows about paramore...







oooh!!!
the 9th reason for this camp to be boring is:
they do not have paramore!
sad.
hahaahahaha!











well,
like every camps,
i will detail my stay in paya lebar methodist girls'.

















day one:
i came in late.
art class.
the camp started off bad,
coz i missed ice-breaker.



the rest of the day was bleak.




fright night was awfully boring.
they blindfolded us,
like every other boring camps.
the reason why bukit timah camp for sec 3s was nice is because the nightwalk did not include blind-folding.



































day2:
i was under the damned sun for 2 whole hours.
TWO.
two cans of coke and 3 bottles of water was not enough to quench my thirst.





and someone is so selfish.
he kept taking and not giving.
even water he did not want to share.
and he keeps drinking mine.
he says that girls did not like to share water so he did not give me his,
so why the hell did he keep taking mine?
i queued so damn long for fruit punch,
and still sweet enough to fill 1/2 of my bottle so others can drink,
and he took HALF of that amount i had after drinking a full cup of punch.
arse-hole much?








the campfire was nice though.
i have to say.
strikeforce is amazing.
but it causes alot of bruises on felicia's kneecaps.
they had to lug onto a 5(?)kg drum and jump.
ouch.
chor lin, felicia and i talked till 1.30am.











day 3:
which is today.
i left at 7am.
when i left,
i was happy.
seriously happy.
like leaving jail cell.
and that feeling is only reserved for NPCC camps.






but underneath all the happiness,
i was a little down.
i did not really talk to my group members.
although i can see they do not really want to talk to me.
sad isn't it?
















but that's all.
and yay!!
i'm alive!
alive, in you i am so alive!
hahahahhahaha!!!
oooh!!
dinner time!!!!!!!
hahaha!

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