Friday, January 18, 2008
Ok now. Ask you a question before I start. Do I look like a 28 year old malay? Cause my kids do think so. They actually asked me, quoting every single word, "Ni shi bu shi ma lai ren". My face was literally -.-
Finally back from my camp man. This is by far the worst camp I've ever been to. Not because of Richard, definitely not because of the kids; but because I did not pack my slippers into the bag before setting of. I can safely say that for 90% of the entire 3 day camp, my shoes are wet in either mud or water. Imagine wearing that pair of wet shoes around for 3D2N. Its...well, 6 blisters on my feet. Placed my climacool shoes to the test. It dried pretty well the 1st night under the fan but quite badly for the second in the canteen.
Wa, 1st day; really si bei jialat. I mean what I say man. Kenna taro my Richard jialat jialat seh. So much so that I had nightmares on the 1st night. Its really crazy. Wha lau, the fear that builds up when you see him walking towards you with that usual face or when you hear him suddenly shouting out your name ah. Fueyo. The heart don't jump out from your mouth, it literally burst on the spot man. No kidding. He's way of working is quite like Charles but his firepower... Don't ever play punk. I've learnt something from Richard that most guys will also do during Army in this camp. That is to lan lan suck tumb. When he explodes at junior instructors, nod your head, say ok to whatever things then go right your wrong. Or your fellow instructors will have a hard time collecting your body. Did I tell you that I was interviewed my him alone? But after saying so much, I would very much still want him supervising. Cause after getting scolded once, enough to wake you up and become some imba crazy kid in camp man. Would you want to work in a organization with no jeng hu?
Another thing I learnt was that if you can perform up to a certain standard, use your mouth. Smoke. I know I did not do that well for day 1 and might only hit expectation in day 2, the only thing I could do is to give a grand closing during debrief.
My kids were great. But my brain too small, can't remember their names very well. My ice-breaking game wasn't done really well to. Poor kids. Got me as their instructor. TOO BAD. It might be the class but the kids seem to know respect. Looks as if, for this class, I cut them some slack and they will not let me down. Seems like I need to learn more unique cheers. Koped underwear cheer and my toilet bowl cheer doesn't seem to be enough.
Great bunch of people and awesome working experience. Ever notice I've never brought up anything about the pay? Junior Instructor. Can't complain.
Secret character unlocked. This is stunning. Same school with me for two years and I've never seen her before. The best thing is that she's in track and I'm always watching track people train during my training. Hmm...weird.
Posted by Retard at 3:19 PM
