30 Hour Famine Camp

oak abe abe!
i'm back from the camp and i made it! i survived without food for 30 hours! oh i'm soo proud of myself and hopefully by now i would have lost some weight. =P anyway. a lot had happened during the camp itself but first let me introduce to u my family members, Khakaba from Lesotho.

Julian aka Mat Poser/MIA

Mariel aka Bored Minah

Hairil aka Bitch *roll eyes*

oh this is not my group member. i found him sitting by the handicapped toilet, with a shaver in his hand and smiling at everyone passing by him. his name is hawazi. huahuahua.

An Hui, my another family member.

Benjamin aka Slacker

Here's my facilitator, Yvette. so far, she's the coolest facil among others. =)



Alphonse - i hope i got ur name right. heh. he's filipino.

David. this guy is an indonesian. =)


Tata aka i-dont-understand. she's also from indonesia.

there are also a few others like serene and this tall chinese guy in which i cant recall his name. they are also part of the family. and soo after registering, i became the head of the family [because i registered first. wth.] and form there the journey of the this famine camp begins. on the first day, we experienced life just like in the 3rd world countries whereby we have to make decisions be it right or wrong. we had to work to earn money and trust me, it is not easy being the head of a family. my family members worked so hard such as farming where we had to pick minute green beans from bushes, office work, where we had to copy out a half-paged essay from the magazine and even prostitution. and in the end we earned so little. and to top it all of, Julian kept on going missing for like 3 times in a row right at the start of camp. irritating matrep. nevertheless we had fun. for me, it was a real eye opener because just experiencing a small part of the poor people's life in the under-developed nations already made me feel super agitated and exhausted. whatmore the people who are really experiencing it. at night, we had this 'interactive' session - or so they thought - with 2 HIV positive kids from cambodia. just by hearing their story, it made my heart shatter. so young yet so strong. they had to go through all the social stigma and perseptions that their nieghbours and relatives had about HIV infected people. it was so heart wrenching that it made me cry. yes, literally. i soo salute their courage, will, perseverence and strength to continue surviving.

before lights off, me amirah and zul decided to sneak for a bath because we were feeling so super sticky but in the end only me and zul showered. ey. we went to the indoor basketball stadium, where we were supposed to sleep, but it turned out to be the the whole freakingly big area were occupied by inconsiderate campers who just want the whole damn area for themselves. u know where the 3 of us ended up sleeping? at the canteen, beside the vending machine. lucky for us, there were 3 separate benches for us to sleep on. and guess what. as usual, amirah couldnt sleep. ape saje lah budak ni. me and zul were already painting sandcastles in our dreams and what is she doing? nothing. hahahahaha. ok lah. she did something lah. she looked at a weird guy cycling the canteen and the second floor at 3 am in the morning. and he wasnt one of us nor the facilitators. ghost? i dont think so. hee.

on the second day, we are supposed to collect old newpapers and clothes so that world vision can sell them off and channel all that profit to the children in these under developed nations. each family is in charge of 6 block and our location is situated at tampines. we split up, did our job and again we had fun. =) surprisingly, at some blocks, the response on these collections are so overwhelming that we decided not to carry on knocking on the other units of the block. for example, mariel. heheh.

see. most of these newspapers are what mariel collected. from one unit. alone. =P



and that irritating mat poser had porridge before coming to help us. oh wait. not help. join us. grr.

the last activity we had for the camp before breaking fast at downtown east was the country cheer competition. whichever country that has the best cheer will win an exclusive MTV lanyard and notebook per person. and that was what spurred me to go all out other than the fact that i got sabotaged by my own family members. hah! with my family's determination [cheydebah!] along with the rest of Lesotho-ians, we managed to win the competition! partly was because the lyrics were quite meaningful and that the last part was quite cute. =)

this is our family's maskot, Khakaba. - named by tata.

i soo love this country tag. =))

and a newly profound 'pet'. heh. u know i know.

later that evening all of the campers travelled to D'Marquee to have a closing ceremony graced by Ah Mei [who the hell is she??] a taiwanese pop star before breaking our fast with that packet of nasi lemak. though pathetic, it tasted wonderful. because why? because the children in africa never get to taste rice for every 30 hour that they starve. not even a small cup of clean water. so yeah. i learnt a lot from this camp. it made me more aware and empathetic about the crisis of poverty and HIV/AIDS all around the globe especially those concerning children. i hope to join this famine camp next year. however, without my khakaba-ians, i dont think that my stay during the camp will be as fruitful as of now. u guys really made my stay there enjoyable. i missed u guys. =)

[eh mat poser, u promised to go chalet right? make sure u plan hor. if not... *snarls*]

ohoh before i forget. this is the cheer that Lesotho made during the camp.

We are hungry but we like it,

we are tired, we wont fake it,

for the children we will make it.

I can. I will. Make a difference...

Lesotho lesotho lesotho [OOK OOK!]

Lesotho lesotho lesotho [Yeah....]

Lesotho lesotho lesotho [OOK OOK!]

Lesotho lesotho lesotho [Yeah...]

*everybody collapses to ground*

TOO HUNGRY....!

=))

``Mat Jenin