BSMM national-level camp 2013

This is the third post of the day. Guess I'm extra lifeless today.

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I read about my past posts, and there's this one post in which I spent a bit rambling about this year's Red Crescent Youth National level camp, which was held under Kementerian Belia & Sukan in June.

Now, allow me to elaborate on what I did at that camp and why it turned out to be so special to me.

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About 20 people from my school participated in the camp, and during the registration, Pn. J and the other teacher told me that they weren't going to supervise us (meaning, they'd go home once registration was done). Of course, there were at least 1500 other participants from approximately 50 different schools joining the camp, with each school sending at least one teacher as supervisor. Then Pn. J told me that I was going to have to become the 'mak kecik' as I had to care about the 19 students from our school. I, naturally, accepted the challenge and allowed  them teachers to go back home the minute registration was done.

((note that the sequences in this post are all mixed up))
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One night we had to go and walk around the festival site, idk why we had to do that, we just did. And we rounded the site thrice before giving up. Then my ''children'' were complaining about being tired, so I decided to just wait and rest at the entrance. By then it was nearing 11pm, and still only a few other participants were loitering nearby. I lose my patience and I decided to just go back to our campsite without waiting for the others, it was a risk, but I couldn't take it anymore because about half of us fell asleep. Then, an amazing thing happened. Before we know it, we had almost all of the other participants tailgating us as well. Turned out they got tired of not knowing where to head, and followed our footsteps of just going back without the permission of any adults.

I remember we had to walk 20 minutes to reach the Masjid Besi just to poop and clean ourselves. We, my ''children'' and I however, didn't have showers there bc the toilets in the Masjid Besi were always packed. Then we'd stay up until 2 am just to take baths together at the camp site. It was such an enjoyable time, with my juniors making jokes and humoring me and Nadiah. The water was cold too, and we really had fun. Praying duty was also at the mosque, and we had to wake up super early to get to the mosque for Subuh. Needless to say, on our 20 minutes' journey there, I fell asleep countless times. How I even managed to reach the mosque at all was beyond me. Upon arriving there, we all collapsed into one massive heap while waiting for the azan to start. 

I also remember Aisyah getting this high fever during Najib's speech at the festival, and it was raining lightly. She claimed that she could stand it, but I insisted on sending her back to the camp site. So Nadiah, me and Aisyah  staggered walked all the way back to the campsite. It took us about 20 minutes to get to the med's tent. Then I treated Luqmanul and Nadiah cans of drinks because they deserved them (Luqmanul for waiting for us in the crowd while we sent Aisyah to rest, and Nadiah for accompanying Aisyah and me). 

I too remember everyone getting sick at one point. Ju had diarrhoea and my junior, Tuan had this... swell on her toe. And of course they had to come and report everything to me. So I gave Aisyah a comfortable sleeping spot that night, after she got her checkups. To Tuan I advised her to apply some toothpaste on the swell. Ju claimed that she's brought her medicines along, but I kept on checking on her just in case.

Then in the morning we had to wait for the camp fasilitators to arrive. We waited for about 40 - 50 minutes and every participant was lingering around. So I conducted the Around The World game with them, and the minutes just flew by. The juniors kept on matching me up with Sharmin, as we kept on fighting like cats and dogs. It was especially nice when Sharmin had to stay quiet because he lost his voice. I won all arguments at that time, and he just had to smile in this annoyed way.  

Then on the last day, we had this Simulasi Bencana activity. I was one of the orang kampung(s), which means my task was to disturb every RCY member from the opposing team as much as possible. And of course I did my job. I shouted and pretended to cry and wail so much that they had to order about 3 men to carry me away. One of the fasilitators really appraised me for my acting and presented me the nickname 'langau'. 

Finally, I also remember that we were the only school that placed girls in the front line and boys at the back. Most probably because our school's RCY president was me, a girl. Then I shared drinks with the people in the lines to my right, turned out it was coffee. I was about to pour the coffee on to the ground, but they offered to drink it up instead.

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Haish. Tahu tak rinduuuuuu dengan semua ni. :')

ps; One of the awesome part of this camp was that my old good friend, Luqmanul joined the camp as well, presenting his school. My mum called Luqmanul, thinking it was Haziq's number she was dialling, just to ask where I was and why didn't I pick up my phone.