Veloci-T. Beyond Limits.

I've learned.

I've gained.

I'm Veloci-Tised.

To have experienced, is a gift.

To remember, is a greater gift.

To relive, is the greatest gift.

To linger forever, is priceless.

The orignal price does not matter as much as its value to the eye of the beholder.

I will not change the way i write.

I will change the way i live.

Veloci-T. Beyond Limits.

Day 1:

Kayaking for leisure -- Painful limbs.
Standing on the kayak with more than 30 others who are equally unsure as i am.
We rise from failures, we succeed.

The self-proclaimed most fun batch of seniors, always pumped up for a great shower, after all the kayak waters proved to be utterly gross with the dead fish we saw. Porridge-style rice did not entice me one bit. Longing for Ana's culinary spreads.

Ice breaking at the Challenge Pole. Learning more about this batch of juniors which I ended up being rather contented with. They had their glory. Zipline, watching people zoom past with their faces full of awe.

Night came my brainchild, Night Mission Armed Escort. The series of games created to bring out the sights we want to see -- innovation, teamwork, leadership.

Touch Down. Hearing 6 people accomplishing headstands was astounding. Laser Tag Prison Break, the joy of taking people down with a ridiculously looking pistol, i had my fun. Special Delivery, trust and listening, and the power of good instructions. Fetch Me My Loot, the last minute rope and masking tape replacements, sorry to Nicholas for that mess!

I've really learned alot, from this batch, from myself, from others, from those above. To all the FDBS you hear, they are but lies.

Day 2:

First Aid talk was recap. Tire and Pole was not. Emphasizing the importance of pushing your limits to Rhea and Thor made me feel like i was part of something meaningful. Making 5 uninterested people work together to retrieve those tires may have made myself unpleasant, but what the heck, its what i teach thats worthwhile.

It was great for Rhea/Thor SLs, Nitro Crossing proved ourselves pretty much ,with Fadhil and all. Although the Unite did not do justice as we huddled close to prevent ourselves from falling off the already-broken platform.

Abseiling, slowly unveiling more to each tribe member, i knew our tribe had been a tough nut to crack, nevertheless i pushed on. CRC, belaying and crossing, i knew the many differences and uniqueness in Rhea, the SLs struggled to pull them together, not knowing that they were already tied close.

It matters not what the outcome strength is, but rather how far the group has travelled as one. As Mr Siow has said, 'You are only as good as your weakest member.'

You can doze off to sleep while i go on with what you think is endless droning i don't care, my purpose had been to make you reflect upon the camp, not merely remembering the events.

If you have stopped reading, i guessed i might have failed.

Night Mission 2, the 'lelong' we had at 'Central Trading Post' a.k.a Driveway, where our calls and pleas for '2 glasses of cold water' were not answered. Everyone was talking, but were you listening? Or were you the one blabbering away, forcing your ideals upon others?

I knew the SLs would have done much better as a tribe, for we knew the vision and direction, but our task was to lead this batch in that direction, we have not succeeded, no Board has.

Day 3:

Returning to Mawai was overwelming deja-vu. Seeing the place i always held dear, for the fond memories i had, which so happens to include falling through a damn wooden 'infra-structure', landing into an oasis of nature manure. It had been those times where i truly experienced something i would not want to miss out on.

Allowing the next generation to experience what the seniors fondly remember, like Unite-ing at Water Obs, and volleyball-ing in Elephant-manure, this was LTC at its best.

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Well, i decided to stop there. Lazy to actually continue this draft that's decaying.

Nanowrimo seems tough to complete now; after all the days in school, camps and stuff. I shall just finish it, but not at the expense of holiday homework and my life. =D

You heard of people sending letters of comments/suggestions/complaints/whatsoever to the town council? Then the town council refers the person to the police, before the police refers the person back to the town council.

Is it merely their job; or are they pushing the blame?

Everytime something bad happens, who is the first person whom you think is at fault?

Everytime something bad happens, do you naturally take responsibility for it?

Everytime something bad happens, do you naturally take responsibility for it, even if it is someone else's fault?

I don't; but i sure hope you do. And there are many out there who actually follow.

PLTC last year taught me that everyone's business is your business; always help to cover each other's *backside*; otherwise you will suffer along with him/her.

And i've learned from that. Because in actual fact, someone's problem is also a result of your attitude towards it.

Your friend smokes; bad example but anyway, one day something happens to him, because he smokes constantly. And you knowing that fact, allows him to continue, you have indirectly caused his/her demise.

Then you start going on and on in front of him telling how he should never have started - AFTER HE CONTRACTED THE ILLNESS - Like that's gonna help alot?

It's your fault.

And jolly well be responsible for it.

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That day on the bus to school, I was sitting at the second last seat, left hand side of the bus. Behind me was an Indian and a Chinese.

First of all, this is nothing to do with racism whatsoever. =)

Anyway, the Indian reached his stop. But instead of going down the bus, he went up to the driver. There was some murmuring and soon the Indian forced the driver to go to the back of the bus with him.

I will not elaborate too much on the conversation soon after but lets just say that the Chinese had morning 'sighness' (sp?) and was sniffing his 'vicks' inhaler. So the Indian was unhappy that the Chinese was sniffing, assuming it was his own smell the Chinese hated. All the 'halebala, halebaloo' ensued.

Come on la, if you yourself think you are smelly, don't blame people for sniffing their inhaler la.

Anyway, then the Indian was like egging the Chinese to go to the police. Poor Driver i say. The Chinese obviously HAD to sniff the inhaler for his problem; and have to be irritated by an Indian is SOOO sensitive about others.

Next time i shall walk with an Indian and pinch my nose; tell him its the rubbish truck and not him. Isn't it dumb?

Its not racist whatsoever, its the dumb Indian's sensitivity that's annoying.

I'll go back to my point.

If you yourself think you are smelly AND can bear with it, don't blame others for sniffing their inhaler. =D

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[James] You think you can read my mind?
[WB] Yar.
[James] Then tell me what i'm thinking of now.
[Terence] You are thinking that he cannot read your mind.
[James] Walau! How you know one?
[Everyone] laughs*

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Ends off*