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Thursday, July 02, 2009.

NUS Arts Camp 2009 was a BLAST!

It did not start off really well, cos i basically lost my way in NUS and couldn't find the reporting venue. After reaching Eusoff Hall with a sweat soaked back, i had to queue for temperature taking and travel declaration. Boring.

Met my 1st friend Annabelle. Entering the hall, we were both circled by strangers and they started doing some 'welcome chant' which both of us coulnt figure out what it was all about. Yup, they are my fellow OG mates. We joined in the circle and did the same chant each time a new guy joined in. Yea, we still couldnt make out the chant, but we just followed the actions and pull it off with some mumblings. Day 1 was pretty much of ice breaking and getting to know one another. Everyone were somehow reserved, as though afraid of 'freaking' people off. Yup, but that was only for Day1, or rather, half of Day1.

As we get along for some time, playing games, and doing cheers, everyone seemed to just open up totally. As days goes by, 'face' was no longer an issue, impression was no longer of priority. We volunteered to paint our faces with camo, get them smashed into plates of flour, got ourselves drenched, rolled all over the sand, gave funny poses for photographs, doing anything we can to get bonus points. Everyone was really into it, and that was how the all the fun came in.

There is just really too much to write about. I remember complaining to my fren that i was disappointed to noe that i got into Red house..cos i don't like red. Now, i feel that there is no other house i wanna be in other then red, and OG Reggae definitely rocks the house to the max. The spirit of Reggae will live in my heart! And i'm already missing all those cheers and all my OG Mates!!!
"Colourful" World, "Colourful" Life
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