Suffering from Senior Camp hangover at the moment. It's a long time since we gathered in huge groups like this. It was pure fun and joy. We played and got merry from start till end. It was like a group made in heaven. No losers who won't cheer loudly or yawn annoyingly at wee hours. We played and cheered with gusto. We wore our hearts on our sleeves. Teh Ping (Merlot and Chablis combined) rocks. At first, the nightmare of getting a complete duplicate of the Trial Camp was immense. It got to the point where me and JS decided that no matter what the consequences were going to be, we had to initate a kinda spirit into our own Teh Ping, and thereafter, the Milos, Kopis and Horlicks. Boo jeers were recollected. Perm markers and nail polishers were stocked. We wanted to rub the excitment into a rapidly depleting NBS spirit. It was uncalled for, as the Milos, Kopis and Horlicks came well prepared. Neverthesless, we strived to build a fortress-strong bonding within Teh Ping. Name games were played at incredible high pace, we cliqued at bullet-train speeds. Within half an hour, we looked like bosom friends. The field games proceeded on without much of a scratch. Dodgeball's flaws were repaired by spontanteous MB, Dirty Canvas went on without too much complaints. Abit of glitches here and there, but we proved ourselves able to patch them without fuss. It was not bad after all. Rooms for improvement though. Pool games was relaxing. No more jokers who tried to undermine the CPs' efforts by refusing to enter the pool. Everyone was enjoying the lavishing waters under the scorching sun. We were cool. Finale game was next. S4 was the playground as we scurried into classrooms with enthusiasm. Adding the betting element into it would be the perfect enhancer to relight the dying flames for the freshies on Day 5. We were damn cool. Night games were abit of a rush. Felt apologetic for LM because her rush to meet the coach's timing was intensified by us bloodsuckers, who dilly-dally through our morning and afternoon games. In the end, everything was cut short, with LM looking absolutely dejected. She was easily cheered up though, so we were cool again very quickly. The next morning saw us packed like sardines as Jeff stacked us CPs into his truck. We were locked like war criminals for a freaking good 30 minutes before we alighted at Sentosa, getting ready for beach games. Serene and Chriss' games were interrupted with occasional rain, but even that couldn't dampen our spirits. As the OGs carried on with their individual bondings, we got ourselves geared and psyched up for the main event - the Fright Night. The 'ghosts' were ferried to the entrance of Dragon Trail where we got ourselves dressed up to scare the living hell of the remaining peeps. Mel, Jol and HS were busily dolling up us 'ghosts' with face paint and eyeliners. Soon, we were almost unrecognized 'cept for our voices. Blemished with scars and blood stains, I must admit we looked seriously frightening in the photo which we took afterwards. The GLs and maincommers entered the sacred ground upon sunset, taking every step with extreme caution. Shrieks and shrills could be heard from even faraway. I was in charge of the holding area as a friendly ghost, but I simply couldn't resist giving those 'humans' a go. After the last group had left Dragon Trail, we did a quick washup as the Aranda coach await us. The face paint on my forehead was so thick and wasteful that it took me a fucking long time to rub off. Coupled with the the sunburn that I inherited during the day, Mel had delivered the ultimate sucker punch on me. Ouch! Prata house was next, as we had our second supper together as Teh Ping. We were a siao-on and happening bunch, as I have mentioned earlier. So much that I couldn't contemplate getting another sister other than Bloodstone for our Topaz. Perhaps it shouldn't have come as a surprise. Seriously speaking, those who came are 'onz' people. Good bonding would have come naturally too, I supposed. I figured that if it was Merlot, maybe, just maybe, the effects could be very much different. And in that, I meant less fun. Perhaps Merlot has become a yesterday. Teh Ping is the craziest gang at the moment. Exciting times ahead for Topaz. Hurray!