Childrenare probably the world's biggest paradox. Infinite charm combined with infinite chaos.My hall just had their inaugural children's camp (not exactly, but it has been a while since the last one) and i turned up for their last night, which was a campfire. Campfires are awesome events, and the atmosphere usually is electrifying. Unfortunately, the kids had very, very, VERY short attention spans, and super big lungs and high stamina. So much that they run about, screaming, emo-ing etc until everyone couldnt take it anymore. But they still had to. Watching the GLs handle the kids gave me a somewhat bittersweet feeling. One was of relief that i didnt have to handle such kids, as they were rowdy, loud, obnoxious and very much rude. But another was of regret, that i didnt get to be part of the experience. The children, when nice, really are very nice and cute. Their actions warm the deepest recesses of your heart (unless you are a cold cold person, then god help you). Even though i spent only a short period of time with them, they left me with memorable memories that i probably will reminisce next time. One of a precocious indian girl named Danesh. Probably very mature for her age, though you could still see the child in her. The funniest thing was when she refused to take photo with people whenever they make fun of the people around her. My friend called me an ah pek, and she refused to take picture with that friend. But she was probably the most socialble and likeable child around. So much that when she left on the bus, she had a few of us sending her off. I think another of my friend who was supposed to take care of her probably felt...sad that she was leaving. I was too. Another was of a girl named Juliet, or Julleei or something. Soft spoken, yet active at the same time, she was another that left an impression on me. I have no idea what i did (probably that i faked my own death when she used her light stick as a light saber and tried to kill me. Fortunately, i knew how to block, and so thus begun a war between good and evil), but she suddenly me to carry her on my shoulder. It was a nice feeling actually, being called kor kor (after everyone around me thinks i am an ah pek), and she kept on wanting to be carried. But i think my shoulders ached from carrying her so much. I nicknamed her the ah pek meter, as apparently, she could tell the ah peks from the kor kors. Bring her up to a guy, and she will decide whether he is an ah pek or a kor kor. If you are a kor kor, she will gladly high five you. But if you are an ah pek, she will ignore you even though you want to high five her. Plus, she rubs it in that you are an ah pek when she passes by you, by going "Bye ah pek!". Hella cute. Though it must be pretty hard for people to be called ah pek. Children probably are a very biased judge of character, basing their judgement solely on your looks and abit of your personality. They probably do not know that they hurt your feelings, so they say rude things about you, and you will feel hurt inside, but you will tell yourself that, hey, he/she is just a kid, so i shouldnt think about it. But children usually are right. I think. If i was called an ahpek, i think i would have been devastated inside. Luckily, i was a korkor. Justin ranted at 4:42:00 am on the |