And they hardly.. well, had the heart to scold us for anything that we did. The only time we actually got a good scolding was after field cooking when they field was very dirty. And then they gave us a full half-hour to clean up.

And I think they didn't scold us at all even when the field was still dirty after that half-hour. And we got no pumping at all.

The push ups were only done on the first day,when they were counting as we fell in. I think it was like, 160? But we hardly completed it. And they didn't even really make us do push ups. Like, they let us choose the sets we wanted them in. And let us decide how much time we needed to rest.

And the running? It was just like, one round around the Raffles Square, one round around JR and Raja block. And that was just supposed to wake everyone up because they were like, half-dead after solo night.

Tell me you aren't already jealous of our 'discipline' camp.

Day 1's supposed to be the most discipline day.

They forgot to include my name in the attendance list. AGAIN. Well, me along with a couple of other guys. I think Yon-Lu also. I think they said something about using the same list as December camp.

And from the PoV of someone who would actually enjoy discipline camps, the first day was a total let down.

Not only was there hardly any pumping after that bit we did in the morning while slacking in our bunks, the IFC was like... slack.

We had like, just 2 hours of drills given by our Part Cs. And they only made us do 20 because we made some mistakes. Then I think they conveniently forgot to punish us after the specs told them they had to do 1.5x the punishments they gave us.

And amid their feeble reminders/scoldings of "Lock your arms," "Legs 90 degrees," and "Bang together," the most I can say about the drills was that it was very boring. At least the first half.

The second half was very amusing. I'm not going to write about it in case I get owned by people who think I'm like, bitching on my blog, but it went somewhere along the lines of some Part C not knowing how to give us a really long drill, screwing up the words and everyone [that includes our spec] laughing uncontrollably. When we were standing at attention. My lips hurt from biting it so hard.

The last hour of drills [after 'IFC'] was just arms drills. So it was pretty slack.

And IFC. Omg omg omg I cannot tell you how much I HATE HATE HATE IFC. But thank god there was no test. This time our 'IFC' was just comprised of us sitting there, looking bored, while the Part Cs tried to teach us. Oh, and we were wearing P.T kit. And I think everyone was half asleep.

And then there was mass War Games- cept I didn't want to take part. Mainly I just sat outside the ORA office behind the randomly-placed drawers staring out at the opposite blocks and planning a great escape in which I'd leap over the fence and take a bus home. And then a spider that jumped out of a crevice in the cupboard jerked me back into reality and I started thinking of Stephen King's The Mist. I think I'll go stream it now. Anyway, the next moment, I heard Max's voice. Then I got killed.

I think he mentioned something about slacking and then escorted me to hell where I was made to hold in push-up and diamond push-up position. For barely 5 seconds before I was released. And as I walked back to my slacking position I realised he was following me and that freaked me out so I asked why and he said I couldn't slack so I started jogging round and round the admin block trying to shake him off but then he started jogging with me so we just chatted and chatted and ran until it was time to end game. It felt good to exercise. Anyway the chat was way more fun than any war game could have been.

Field cooking sucked. Really. Especially all that mud gettin stuck to my mess tin and butt. Anyway I was basically slacking off and gettin Max and Yon-Lu and Mervyn to cook for me. And then it was weird. I had random people coming up to be and shakin my hands saying "Oh happy birthday! You're such a nice guy I should probably notice you more often." I felt weirded out. And then I realised its because I told Max it was my birthday while we were jogging.

Fright night was... well. Not bad. I didn't watch the movie. Nor did I want to risk scaring myself. I just slept through except the 4 times when Yon-Lu shook me awake screaming "AHH GARETH WAKE UP!" and that scared me too so I started screaming too but when I stopped the scary part was over. That and the times he bugged me to watch so I actually did. The night walk around the school was... well, it seemed freaky at first but then it was okay because no one jumped out from the corners to scare us. And we didn't see anyone. Or anything.

And then I became thankful that I didn't scare myself by watching the movie because my solo night sleeping spot was 3rd floor, outside the Bio Labs. Me, just after Lab 3, Yon-Lu somewhere ahead between lab 1 and 2 and some part A back at the top of the staircase landing. I half expected some floating green alien to come flying out the Bio Lab doors in the middle of the night but that didn't happen, although I did feel some strange shafts of wind and I thought I heard footsteps on my groundsheet more than once in the night. So I kept my torch on most of the night but when the specs came by I turned it off.

But I still couldn't sleep. Not so much because I was afraid of the dark as my legs were aching from the run and my head and back were aching from the hard floor. Somehow it got to the point where I kinda hoped one of my really BAD nosebleeds would come along so I cause an uproar by running out from the pitch black science block screaming "AHHHH THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE BIO LABS! THERE'S SOMETHING COMING FROM THERE!" and get everyone freaked out when they saw the blood drippin from my nose.

The nosebleed didn't come.

I kept falling asleep throughout the day. Its very tiring when you only get less than 15 minutes of sleep the night before. Especially when you're doing the 'amazing' race. Let's just say that the 6 'amazing' stops are: RGS, HQNCC, IMM, The Esplanade, Army Market, then East Coast. Maybe I left out one. Or two. Whatever. And it just occurred to me that the first three names can be written in capitals.

Now, for those who know, I DO live VERY near IMM, and so I was kind of nervous when I realised we had to go there. Because, you know... Well let's just say I warned everyone in my team that they had to restrain me and slap me 3 times- two times forehand, and one time backhand if I ever started bawling like a baby and tried to run home. For better or worse, neither of which happened.

But it kind of felt good to be there, because I was the expert. I could aquire most answers to the questions that were posed, and I half-knew the buses that could get to the next station. Not that the latter helped. Bus 502 took so freaking long to come that by the time it did, Jason's team was at the bus stop with us. Which wasn't a bad thing, just that it didn't put us very far from the back. I think there were only 3 teams with us.

Anyway I gatecrashed the upper deck with Jason's team and left my team alone in the first deck. I sat beside him and we chatted for quite abit. Until the sleepiness started to get in. Its really irritating when your eyes start getting heavy and I struggled in vain to keep awake.. until I totally lost it and my head hit the chair. Sorry Jason >.<

Anyway the next moment i was well aware that Jason stopped talking abruptly and there was an awkward pause of silence before he hesistatingly said, "Uh... I'm really sorry but is what I'm saying to you like, boring you out?" At which I started blabbering incoherently about being tired and not getting enough sleep and that no he really wasn't boring me out and I was sincere. And I was. He's a fun guy to talk to.

And when I told this to Max when we were out talking on the shore he laughed. Its quite a... [I can't really think of a word to describe it yet] experience talking to him. He asked me if I've ever seen a shooting star and I said no and he said he pities me cuz my life is... I don't remember what he said but I do remember seeing a shooting star 2 minutes later and he said make a wish and he said he wished for a 4.0 GPA and I said I wished for world peace and I did, kinda, and he stared and said that maybe I should consider wishing for something remotely possible and I said but if it was possible then I didn't have to wish for it, I just had to make an effort to make it come true and he said maybe I should wish for something that hinges on being possible and impossible and I said ahh wishing upon a shooting star is crap anyway.

I had to leave the shore at around 2 when they asked us to fall in to tell us about the 2am curfew. I went to sleep immediately after that. And as I sit here writing his blog entry, I suddenly think of the word I wanted to use. I think its 'peculiar'.

When I speak in terms of Day 3, I'm speaking literally. I woke up at 3am to find the wind rather strong. And it was cold. And then it started drizzling so I said to Melvin, "Melvin go sleep the other way you sleep this way n the rain's gonna hit ur face," and he grunted and went back to sleep so I zipped up the tent and we all stayed in. And that was a very bad idea because it started to rain VERY HEAVILY and the whole tent became a swamp of torchlights, tissue paper and grounsheets. Yon-Lu decided to abandon ship halfway when the rain became way too heavy but me and melvin and samuel stayed in and used our backs to support the tent and I fell asleep in half-squat position. And then Melvin peeped out and said that we were the last tent on our side of area and we heard someone shout something along the lines of 'last man standing'.

And then Yon-Lu came back in when it was lighter but we tried to chase him out and then I felt really bad after that because I realised that he must have been pissed at me when he dao ed me during breakfast.

And then when daybreak came, everyone watched the spellbinding sunset and I took an emo, albeit not so nice looking photo of YiFan walking along the shore towards the sun. But it was cool all the same. And then I noticed Max talking with his Part C cadet and our sir and then I felt quite unused to not being the one talking to him. Not after spending my War Games time and my East Coast free and easy time chatting with him. But anyway I found other stuff to amuse myself with, like plastering the bench with soggy poker cards and taking 'artistic' photos of it and standing around flapping my pants trying to get it dry. And then when that became boring I took off my sandals, held them in my left hand and started walking along the sea shore with the waves crashing at my feet and pretending to be an emo Colbie Callait like in Jason Mraz's 'Lucky' video, whistling the tune to Lucky and half hoping that some hot babe in a bikini would start whistling the harmony back.

That's pretty much everything interesting that happened in Day 3 the last day. And then strangely, after camp, I didn't feel my usual feelings of... bliss. Instead, I felt.. a bit of... well, like I couldn't bear to leave camp.

And then after I had my lunch and a bath, I went to bed and woke up at 9 for a half-hour to have my dinner and then went to bed again and woke up at 10am. And I felt this strange feeling of loneliness, of solitude. Like I wanted to be back at camp again where everything was always so noisy. So crowded. Unlike my empty home. With my Dad and Mom away at work, Bro out with his friends and Sister away at camp.

Man, I really miss camp.

Overall Rating: 9.5/10