“If all the raindrops were lemondrops and gumdrops,
Oh what a world it would be!
Standing outside with your mouth open wide,
Ah-ah-ahah-ahah-ah-ahahah!
If all the snowflakes were candybars and milkshakes,
Oh what a world it would be!
Standing outside with your mouth open wide,
Ah-ah-ahah-ahah-ah-ahahah!
OH WHAT A WORLD IT WOULD BEEEEEEE!!!”
- Barney and Friends
I miss tribe chalet! What fun we had, frolicking in the sun, basking in the thunderstorm that properly drenched everything not residing under a tightly sealed tent. Laaadeedoooooo! Skip skip skip. The chalet happened on the first 2 days, in a very ulu place in changi. All I know about the place is that you take bus 29 from Tampines mrt for God knows how long, until you spot Chalet I on the left. Then you drop after the stop after the stop (or somethinglikethat).
Then after the chalet, was the Tabernacle Experience which was a marvelously happy one and a half days. This is also where God tried to roast us on our hour-long hike from church to the campsite in Eastcoast Park, and also while we were pitching the tents. Thereafter, He promptly soaked everything in a thunderstorm for a while, and everything turned very soggy. After the storm was over, we splashed around in the mud for a bit before proceeding to cycle the entire stretch of Eastcoast Park (at least I felt like I cycled the entire stretch la). Goodness. My poor butt was terribly bruised.
I feel very sorry for the cleaners of the Eastcoast Park Hawker Centre washrooms. There were at least three camps taking place at the same time, in the same place, and the washrooms were extremely gross by the time we were done, what with people washing their slippers in the sink and all. *coughlikemecough*
All in all, I slept about 8 hours in 2 days during those 2 nights. Don’t start to pity me yet, though, because there were some silly little critters who only caught 4 on the first night, and zero on the 2nd since they went night cycling. There wasn’t supposed to be any night cycling at all at first, since Gladys didn’t want us to go. But Angela borrowed 2 tandem bikes from her friends and Jessie, Sheng, Wesley and I went racing. I confirm, guarantee plus chop, that bike racing behind Sheng on a very lousy tandem bicycle is one of the scariest, funnest things man! That idiot knew I was scared since I kept shrieking, and wouldn’t stop doing annoying stunts like wobbling around, stopping suddenly and going very fast over speed bumps so that my butt kept hitting the seat most painfully. Jess and I were a trailing, squealing pair that night, and felt very sorry for ourselves and our respective butts. It was a very sticky, smelly individual who fell asleep in her tent, while Jessie continued gallivanting through the night. And horror of horrors, there was no time in the morning to bathe. However, the icky, oily, bespectacled Vera survived church service, sermon and all, while watching everyone else fall asleep. It was all a very giddy, happy time for all the reasons above and then some. And one which shall only be known to Jessie. Haha!
Jess and I are very silly little girls. I was talking to her on the phone last night and at one point the 3 hour conversation led to my going away to Canada for an impossibly long time. And before very long, anyone who cared to walk into our rooms would have run right into a very dramatic scene of heaving sobs and intense wailing. Hahaha! How excellently cute we are.
Hm. Having 5 hours of sleep the night before does wonders at degrading any wit and humour previously present. This is a fanatically boring post. Please, feel free to ignore.
