Then we reached an Orang Asli village where we donated food, used clothes, etc. Haha, a rotarian said their culture is being lazy. wtf, is that even considered a culture? I mean, they have a proper home, running water and electricity provided for but they couldn't even bother to wash their clothes! Sad.
Later, we were split into groups. Obviously. It was random, like they started countin 1 to 10 and that would be your group. I was in group 8. LUCKY NUMBER! But my group no hyper people lar, but it was a nice change. I didn't mind it though, it's nice to be around peaceful people, sometimes. So they gave us colours and our group name must have the name of the colour in it. Our group was called the Green Goblin. Don't mock it, it's magical :)
After that, we were asked to make a flag for each group. It was okay, considerin not everyone can draw like Andrea does. There's one group called the Pink Rangers and on their flag appears to have one sick Ranger. According to their hyper team leader, it's because THEY'RE SO GOOD, IT HURTS. Idiot.
Of course RYLA is not so much a physical camp because the bulk of the activities is made up of ceramah-like session. Some were eye-opening, some was just dead boring. The clown workshop was fun. I now am not afraid to twist the long sausage balloon. I'll impress you guys when I make a dog out of a balloon in school, mark my words. Then, we get to be clown. I make-up Ah Man (my team member) and vice versa. Too bad I didn't wear the full clown costumes, all oredi kena take. But hey, at least I got to wear an Afro wig. It was, INTERESTING. Pics?
WARNING: TO THOSE WHO HAVE A FEAR TOWARDS CLOWNS, DO NOT, AND I MEAN DO NOT SCROLL DOWN ANY FURTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is Ah Man, and I did her make-up. I know, nice kan :) Bah, saya yang buat,MESTILAH!!! Kurang asam, she got to wear full costume btw
The singaporean girls on my team make-uping each other.
BUT BABY, THE BEST IS YET TO COME. WAIT FOR IT, WAIT FOR IT..........
So this is what I look like on a good day....
And on a bad day.............. Well actuallly, I'll look much worse than the picture above. You know, when I showed my bro the picture, he cried? LOSER
FFFFOMG, but getting rid of the make-up was a pain in the ass. We had to use baby oil I tell you. And we had to do it fast because of the jungle trekking later. Which by the way nearly ruined my Nike. But it was fun can burn all those calories piled up from eating 6 times a day, which was heavenly by the way.
All in all, the camp was definitely worth all the beggin I had to endure to persuade the mother plus the amount of money spent. RM 270 can buy you a dress and shoes okay. I'll also miss all those people I've made friends with, c u guys on MSN ? I'll also will never forget the view there. Can lawan Sabah man. But the last day of the camp was kinda bad, especially for Adam (another participant from Sabah). So sad man, he lost his camera just minutes before leaving for the airport. 700++ pics I tell you. Terus the mood hilang when getting back home.
Wanna guess what's waiting for me as soon as I reached home though? Sup Tulang! My daddy lovingly masak the sup for 5 hours so that I can eat a home cooked meal to welcome me home. Isn't that sweet? And he's sick lagi tu. But of course he still merajuk cuz I answered his sms very late, poor guy.
P/S: I passed the driving law test already. 45/50 bebeh. Looking forward to driving to school next year, you noe you're jealous!
PPS: I'm helping my aunty to sell stuff at the Gaya Christmas Carnival. Come and buy k :p (My mum made me do this selling thing btw, to "discipline" me)
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