35 is a number of great significance to me.

It is the number of mosquito bites on me, discounting those on my neck. The aftermath of the class adventure camp feels almost the same as that of OBS. Bone weariness, lethargy, made worse by the fact that I am unable to sleep properly, tormented by the sheer number of mosquito bites which made my legs, each with more than 10 mosquito bites apiece, feel like two giant mosquito bites. In the words of Zhan Ming, who was tormented with not only mosquito bites but ant bites as well, due to the thoughtfulness, or lack thereof, of some girls who left a rubbish dump next to the bashar at night, the mosquito bites on my leg looks like a "constellation".

Anyway, regardless of whatever I have put down on the reflection sheet, or sheets, since I helped Jing Xiong to do his as well, I feel that I have gleaned much experience from this CAC. However stupid the 3 core objectives that we have come up with may seem, namely having fun, getting to know each other better, and getting to learn stuff we never expected, the objective of getting to know each other better has certainly been achieved for me. I guess I really did not appreciate some of the invisible undercurrents and general sentiments in the class until now, perhaps due to the fact that I have always been rather immersed in my own world and never much bothered to open an observing eye to matters.

The task at hand to describe the detailed happenings of the camp itself seems so incredibly mundane and immaterial to me, as such a narration while interesting, made more so by my perhaps not masterful but unique use of language, would only suffice to describe the very very outermost layer of our shared experience. Indeed, I found it rather difficult, when asked today about the CAC, to say anything other than me having had my fair share of mosquito bites and mud.

Despite that, I shall nevertheless go on to recount the happenings. Thursday, after quite a boring start of introduction and campcraft and boring organisational details, we finally boarded the nice yellow bus and started on the first leg of our journey into the unknown. A bout of exciting bridge games later, we have arrived at Changi and made our way to the renowned hawker centre where we had a nice lunch of nasi lemak and said our goodbyes to civilisation. The only interesting thing between the scrumptious meal comprising rice, delicious fried chicken wing, anchovy, chilli, egg, cucumber, ice milo, and goreng pisang, which probably did its fair share in contributing to my expanding waistline; and the arrival at P.Ubin was that someone (hemhem) in our class walked into the girls' toilet at the harbour by mistake, to the delight and merriment of us rowdy boys, who started to make rather sick comments.

The jolly island itself on first impression seemed no different than when it was two years younger, containing its fair share of ants, mosquitoes, thousands of trees, grass, mangy dogs, birds, birdshit, mud, water, and dilapidated buildings. The next scene of interest made its entry upon our arrival at the visitor centre of two animals of a class that me and the godly god have drawn extensively during some trivial lectures. Indeed, they were birds. However, these birds are rather unique. They were Hornbills. That is to say, they were colourful largish looking feathered creatures with gigantic bills that I thought were some painting, myself being more engaged in an exercise of balancing on a rock, until they flew away, their peaceful natures troubled by the excited chatter that arose from our class. But at least I'm not as bad as Hanson, who exclaimed "Eh Hornbill!!", when some cranes flew past later, and later said that they all look the same anyway.

Finally, we settled down to build up our tents, and I'm glad to say that I did my fair share of lugging heavy rocks around and helping to secure the ground sheets to afore mentioned rocks. With the tents nicely erect, our great "Lead-me" members started to direct us to various locations(all of which I have visited before during OBS since I was land-ex). I must really commend the leadme members as they navigated really well and set a good pace for everyone to follow. The third interesting thing that happened reared its head during the trek. While climbing the hill to catch a sight of the quarry from a birds' eye view, we started to mimick the cries of Warcraft III units and DotA heroes, like "The pact is sealed", "I go unseen", and "Time to go!" However, this was only the first part of the newest fad. The best was yet to be.

At a few hours to dusk, we journeyed to the neighbouring village and the feedme members crowded themselves in the tiny provision shops and discussed what to procure for our dinner. Ironically, this rather impromptu dinner is going to be the class dinner with the greatest attendance up to now, with only two members of the class absent. Anyway, many of us rested our weary legs and sipped at small coconuts while waiting for the feedme members to finish buying the food. About an hour later, I found myself admiring the manliness of class members like Hanson, Samuel, and Yaming who took turns soloing the gigantic and completely full jerry can back to our camp. Hanson was really imba, lugging the jerry can alternately with both hands for like a full 100 metres or so.

It turned out that the class dinner, which I also helped to supervise, was quite satisfactory, comprising 20+ packs of maggi mee, canned sardines(tastes superb with crackers), canned curry pork, canned luncheon meat, canned mushrooms, canned sausages and canned minced pork. However, heavy winds started to blow with the threat of a thunderstorm halfway, forcing us to use our great mojo and sing, dance, and look stupid with 3 people standing a row wearing a poncho to prevent the fire from blowing out, and eventually force the Powers above to finally be magnanimous and spare us from a heavy rain(means that it still rained, but lightly). Anyway after that, we retreated into our tents and I started to play bridge which turned into asshole daidi which turned into texas hold'em with pushup as bets which turned into poker with truth-or-dare. However, this truth-and-dare session turned out to be rather disastrous, as our dear friend Junwei, who simply had 0 luck with cards, kenna the truth-or-dare, in other words, truth-or-truth, almost 100% of the time. I didn't know people were so good at propagating gossip and asking evil questions until now, tho...

Next, we went for an "extraordinary" Night-walk which turned out to be actually a reflecting and emo-ing session. I got to emo with Lau Fun, who told me a lot of things which I will decline to mention here. Aha. Interesting thing four. Stray dog ran away with wentao's wet and smelly socks during the Night walk, as he left them at the camp, and they were discovered next morning in the grass. Well, needless to say, we continued with the poker, which evolved into a "I-did-not" session, where wentao confessed that out of all the people in class, he would prefer to shag Kovan, which Kovan, who had infiltrated the girls' tent (I wonder do what), overheard, and went nuts.

Finally, we retired for a restless nights of sleep plagued by 20000000 mosquitoes. Next morning, we ate breakfast and started to trek to Chek Jawa. Aha. NOW is the interesting DotA sounds. We all erupted into laughter when Wendi mimicked the death prophet to say, "Haaaaaaaiiiii!!! You Brought me BAAACCCCKK??!!" in a really similar way. And we took turns saying, "Warriors of the Night, ASSEMBLE!! RROOOAAARR!", and " Whhhyyyy have you summoned me??", and "I come from the darkness of the pit!!" and everyone got really high. Lol. Chek Jawa turned out to be nothing more than an interesting stretch of beach with a nice jetty. 6th interesting thing. Hanson spit into a shoal of fish, trying to get them to think it is food and eat it. Sadly, the fish was too smart and didn't do that. After that we climbed some tall wooden tower and enjoyed the scenery there, but it started raining really heavily after a while and it sort of became a leaning tower of Pisa, so we came down.

After the long trek back, we finally went back to Singapore, ate another nice lunch at Changi, had another few rounds of bridge on the bus, and came back to school. Nice.