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Sunday, December 9

Sigh. Im sure whoever reads this will definitely know what Im about to blog about...




Its over. The camp is over and I'll have to say goodbye to all the kids and the camp leaders until fate plays a part to let us meet again. Thank goodness I still have Sheena in class to talk about the camp to next year. At least whenever I want to think of them, I can bring it up to Sheena.



The kids wrote us quite a lot of letters on friday and I was pretty touched by their gesture. There were quite a few letters written to me with the name of my partner written on it and even though it was quite obvious who these culprits were, the kids claimed incessantly that it was my partner who wrote them to me. On the letter was this poem:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you


How sweet. Even though they penned it under a different name.


A few dirty minded little kids attempted to lift up my partner's shirt to see the colour of his underwear!! And they were, surprisingly, successful.



The concert was quite a success in my opinion and although we didnt win, the best camper came from our class! Ray. The little boy who stayed behind to help when we did a sloppy job in the packing. After the concert both my partner and I received a scolding from miss helda. I felt horribly uncomfortable under that accusing glare of her and was thankful that I was not the only one facing her wrath.



After the whole thing ended, 6 of us camp leaders went to Tampines Mall to watch the golden compass. The show was...hard to describe in one word. It made me want to sleep, it made me sit upright, it made me laugh and it made me bored. Felt like a rollercoaster ride of emotions, including those feelings not induced by the watching of the show itself.



At the end of the day, I felt really sad. No more kids to scold and laugh with, no more partner to bicker with, no more one hour bus rides, no more childish games.... Okay...it's time to start anew and rebuild my life!



Damn...this means....HOMEWORK. Which i havent even started. Even the very thought of homework just makes me weak.



Never mind, at least there is still a hongkong trip to look forward to. Speaking of which, the Service of Chan Brothers is simply horrid. HORRID. I don't think I will ever want to join Chan Brothers for any future tours again. We went there to pay the bills today and the staff there were so unfriendly and blackfaced. When my mom asked the girl a question, she didnt even reply!!! I was shocked at their attitude! And the way that girl spoke. Oh my, she sounded so impatient with us! AND to add to all the bad points, she hardly knew her stuffs! I hoped she sensed my sarcasm when I thanked her after her service. Perhap this is a case of internal diseconomies of scale whereby such a large company like Chan Brothers are unable to control the quality of their service by the workers, hereby resulting in the unhappiness of us customers and no consumer satisfaction. Bleaghhhh.



Okay, maybe I shall go find some homework to do. Have been feeling super guilty for not doing anything.

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8:57 PM