What do you get when you mix Bruce Lee, Stallone and a loanshark in a game of Quidditch-cum-Dodgeball? Laughter, fun, and laughter. Loads of them to be exact. Well, at least for us, haha. Credits to the Ps to pull it off. Those were the new games that were added to this year's camp. Although they were not entirely and newly created by us, we were just as willing to close our eyes and pat ourselves on our backs. WELL DONE!! Had been a tiring 2 days, although I had expected more from a trial camp. Such as peeps dividing themselves into groups so that they can fucking play the games instead of hearing the CPs explain their breath out. But in the first place, why had I expected such shit? From where? From nah!! It was just plain gladness that my stations were the first to be played. Because the peeps were then the freshest, most eager, and thus we got the most feedbacks. After which, I had only pity for the rest of the CPs. I tried to input some energy into anything, but yet had to appear as if I was never interferring, and I had got a difficult P to handle. Pity me instead!! Bwhahaha. A planned 2 days 1 night event shrinking its way into a 9 hours bored show. Unbelievable. But before I succumb myself into further criticisms, I had to ask myself if I could make a difference if I were in the shoes. Unfortunately, I imagined I could hardly do any better. What's the problem then? The chairman? The peeps? The camp? Well, I believe every problem starts from the very top. Get your fucking ass-acts together then, loser!! Before my knn and nb and cb and knnbccb all come out, I'll talk about something more encouraging. The bash. Had it not been the JC uniform dress code we'd set ourselves, I seriously believe that the turnout would be just as bad. Most simple reason: Merlotians don't chiong. So do I. No blames attached. It's just those things that got you thinking? Why on earth are they so insistent on bash after bash? "Bash again ar?" "Chinablack again ar?" Why not create something special that will rub the whole NBS in? Make them ever so excited that ticket sales would never be an issue. And never be seen in the light of that of a loser batch that makes ever so pathetic losses for any bash of any kind. But luckily for us, Ber and gang came up with some ridiculously fun dress codes that got us sit up and think, "Hey!!". Although a conspiracy theory is on its way from nowhere, weaving its way out of proportion, I could hardly care. Bashes seldom look more tempting than the one on May 13th. Fancy catching me in tight pants that could burst anytime? Or wearing a JC top so beng that you wished you were me? Self-indugement. You can ignore me. Bio our gals in JC uniform at the bash instead. Tickets selling fast. Order NOW!!! Reminder: Oh man, that was one hellava constructive comment I've got from dunno-who. Check it out. My 1st ever comment I received. And I thought I was entertaining myself all the time. Signing off.