A New Beginning

The title is supposed to sound cheesy. You see, it IS a new beginning. And what a way to start by saying I'm going to Germany, right? 

I guess I have AFS to thank for that. If it weren't for them, I'd be spending the rest of my New Year wallowing in boredom and stuffing chocolate ice cream up my face. But then again, where's the harm in that eh?

So, let me recap 2012. (Not like there's much anyway) New Year's was a so and so affair. Drank some coloured water and ate a few chips. Exactly my type of supper. I then proceeded to share my resolutions with my family, or so I would like to believe. I stopped making New Year resolutions since way back then when I miserably failed at fulfilling them. I yada yada yada-ed and pretty much lazed around.

That is, until I got an email from Kak Azreen saying we had an orientation camp. My first response was Yes, YES, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I won't rot no more. 

The camp was held from the 6th to the 8th of January. Of course, I was all butterflied and nauseous at first. I mean, I didn't know a single person and I was to mingle with them for 3 days. But it turned out amazingly well. 

I went in scared and came out with 30+ friends :) HAH, beat that! And some of them even knew my circle of friends. Doesn't the world work in mysterious ways? On the last day, everyone was a lil sad to leave. There were much hugging and goodbye wishes.

And I learned a lot too. About my trip to Germany, I mean. I now know to EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED! Which, of course, the volunteers kept chanting above our heads. Now that's something I'll remember for life. We had loads of group activities, mostly centering on communication. There were also a couple of games, Bonnie being the very least respected among the rest.

I haven't really got much to add, considering I'm just writing everything down today when camp actually ended on the 8th. Memories aren't the best things when one completes SPM. I need more time to reboot it. And in all fairness, I'll just keep on procrastinating :)

Oooh! Before I forget (again), I met Tun Dr. Mahathir. And at Watsons too! My sister and I joked that he was looking for deodorant. Dear me, I hope no politician would stumble upon this. And so, I rushed up to him with a donkey grin plastered on my face. Kept mumbling 'Hello sir' over and over again. Couldn't help myself. When I shook his hand, I told myself I wouldn't wash it till forever. Sadly, I inconveniently or rather, conveniently forgot when I NICELY lathered my hands with some lavender smelling soap after a scrumptious dinner. Oh well, I'll see him again. I hope.

So this pretty much sums it up for now. I'll write more when I get creative and an inkling to scribble somewhere. But first, here's a TEENSY picture that best describes my camping experience. I wonder why it's called a camp though. I don't remember sleeping in tents..

See how everyone is making funny faces??