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Friday, March 2, 2007
P5 CAMP

spent yet another 3 days at SARIMBUN...this has become a yearly ritual. Year after year i see girls and boys going through it, coming out of it tougher kids than before....they become...to quote an instructor...."less gu-niang".
In the camp, one learns to move out of the comfort zone- you really know what you are made od, STONE or TOFU.....ha ha ha ha ha ha

you thought you were really strong
then you realise you were really weak
no mattress, no fan, no TV, no MSN, no maple, no air-con
and you actually u thot u will die w/o the computer for a day
for the first time in ur life, u actually ENJOY bathing rather than waiting for mummy to nag.

the funny thing is, after all the torture....you find that u actually MISSED the camp.
AM I RIGHT???? ha ha ha ha ha ha a
KIDS.......

photo there was taken at the 2005 P5 camp. once i get my hands ont his yeras' foto, i'll post a couple. P5, send in you r blog on the camp yar? cheers!

Ms Teo

~ { 11:59 PM }
aiming for the sky above;