hah. ok, shd have a few good hours on the com. and tor, eldred said he never got anything from you.


so. camp was really funky. everyday we'd end at abt, roughly 12 in the morning and by the time we were finished with supper , washing up and whatnot it would be abt 1 something so everyone would get an average of 9 hours of sleep for both nights togther. but that's for the pple who actually slept at all lah... heard abt alot of strange things going on in the other dorms... spin the bottle and all. which dorm? if you're familiar with the pple in my church then you shd know.


was hanging out with either my group members or kat and ara (both pple who were in the same dorm as i was in) at any given time. they're all pretty decnt pple, except for ara and kat who stole my towel while i was bathing. screamed at the same time a facil was nearby so they had to give it back. when asked why i screamed they responded by saying that the water was cold. sheesh.


if i ate like how i did during the camp, i'd be hell a lot fatter than i am now. 3 square meals a day, plus supper. boxes of oreos were present all the time, unlimited supply of milo and the occasional bag of chips. oh yes, and nutella that saved me because i badly needed a sugar high. i mean, the meals were so healthy.


had mass on the last day. was surprised that my parents turned up. thought only my godma would 'cos my parents are so blur, i had to call my dad the previous day to tell him that there was mass at all. it was pretty cool, especially since it was on a sunday. was sorry i had to have lunch them though, there was funky stuff happening at my group table...


ok, aside from all that, i really learnt a lot. about myself, my faith and my parents. it may sound cliche (but hey, look on the bright side, they sorta become cliches because they're true...) but somehow after the camp i was feeling maybe a little closer to God.


and that was last week. the most recent weekend was my confirmation itself. the rehersal was on saturday so had to miss half of band because of it. but i think mebe it was mainly because of the recruitment drive. sang in a small group to promote choir. and screwed it up. oh well. and not forgetting elizabeth who baked brownies for everyone as christmas presents. she's unbalanced larh.


bought a dress, shawl and did a manicure for my confirmation itself. manicure being a colour french (black). i really like it but is now odd to eat with fingers. anyway, was sitting at the back of the church and everytime i turned around, it seemed as if there was another ij girl strolling in. i say, we don't need a chapel, we'll just use risen christ.


been preparing for sunday for all my cathecism life. now it's all over and i feel just weird. it's like i've become the church equivelent of an adult. im going to miss class and of course my cathecists, especially lester and lai probably 'cos they've been the closest to my own age compared to all the other cathecists. easier to connect and all that.


honestly, i've never given much thought to cat classes. but now am feeling grateful, for all those lessons concerning my faith, the classes on saturday afternoons that became such a chore to attend but now when i look back, rather enjoyable really. they were an integral part of my life.


enough reminiscing. am going to change skin, am tired of this one.