From Reluctance to Enjoyment

So, being a student felo means more than taking care of the students' welfare. We have to guide and monitor their activities progress. We have to do pep talks with them. We have to help them to re-enter their room with spare keys whenever they lock themselves out (P/S: Speaking from experience, students have a weird and consistent tendency to lock themselves out, especially when they want to go shower i.e. they only have their towels on them...). We, well only me, have to be the face of the dorm and PR-ing with the foreign students since my dorm start taking foreign students. And most unfortunately, we ahve to attend random workshops...Sigh...

Last week I attended a so-called "Kursus Pemantapan Felo" in Langkawi, albeit reluctantlybecause the Deputy Vice Chancellor decided to send out "chained mails" that read: Yo'all need to get your asses to the workshop unless you are terminally sick or dying. Hence, I ended up missing the most awesome debating tournament and in the blink of an eye...pooffff... I'm in Langkawi!

The registration - smooth, I roomed with my good friend Daniel.
The facilitators - nice, warm and welcoming! Really enjoy the workshop due to the facilitators only... Comical actions, remarks and jokes included...
The room that we got - Seriously absolutely totally SHADY! The first time Daniel took his shower, well he shouted like a crazy girl because the tap water was yellowish with rust fragments as the company...OMG! WTF! But being the troopers that we are, we presevered and 'tahan'... To add to the already humongous SHADINESS, our room carpet had weird spots all over it, we seriously didn't know and lagi seriously didn't want to know what was them or where did they came from...
The talks - B-O-R-I-N-G! So I doodled and memorized some song lyrics whenever I felt sleepy, which was like 85% of the time.
The Marching - Rather fun because I was not complaining like other suckers who were forced to be at the same place, at the same time as me. Seriously grateful that I was a Scout back in high school and I felt totally awesome since I nailed the marching...Fabulous Smiley Faces...
The workshop - turned into a training camp from "Biro Tatanegara". More complaining fro the other suckers followed since we had to do a lot of physical stuffs. So many people were in denial about where they were... But being the felos from my absolutely awesome dorm, we accepted the fact that we couldn't change anything and just simply had to go through with this workshop/talk/camp/whatever with High Adaptibilities and Classy Posh!

There were some fun things that made the camp enjoyable...
For starter, we broke the curfew everytime we had the chance to and went out from camp site to the beach, to the "Ikan Bakar" and seafood restaurant for fresh, cheap and delicious seafoods, to the souvenirs shops, and to go out from the camp site, just for fun doing nothing...

We also had a so-called "Group Survival" final day of the camp. Whereby we were left with nothing except our clothes on us, our I/C, and our other team-mates. So the aim was to collect 50 bucks per team for a BBQ dinner that we were having. To generate that amount of moolah, we worked in a Padi Museum and it was SO-SO-SO-MUCH FUN!!!! We "tanam/cucuk benih padi. tuai padi, bersihkan kiambang dalam kolam, and tangkap ikan-ikan (bersama dengan pacat-pacat sangat gila siul besar) menggunakan perangkap buluh di dalam sawah padi". It was fan-freakin'-tastic for me personally because I got to do all these things that I had never did before!!! Awesome!!!

But our kind, easy-going, and friendly facilitators suddenly unleashed their inner evil, sadistic and ruthlessly stingy alter egos!!! So we were overworked and underpaid... Good thing we were allowed to freelancing to generate more moolah for our team... My team decided to sing classic Malay songs to foreign tourists and We were absolutely successful!!! Our first customers were a couple of Middle-eastern lovers. They knew nothin' about what we were saying but they were so awesomely kind to want to treat our group of 8 members to lunch when we got to the words "hungry and no money". Of course we rejected the tantalizing offer, so we sang "Rasa Sayang" to them and they gave us 10 bucks... OMG!!! So much moolah with so little efforts!!!

After that, we got 30 bucks from a group of American tourists that kinda prefered to pay us to n0t-to-sing... Haha... But they went along when we told them we were singing classic Malay songs (P/S: "Negaraku" was made into acoustic Malay classic briefly... Everyone were standing up, including the tourists). Now we seriously started to consider the idea of staying permanently in Langkawi and sing our ways to fame and fortune!!! Seriously!!!

A very warm and friendly UK middle-aged couple followed by an enthusiastic and energetic Austrian middle-aged couple gave us 10 bucks each. So by singing 4 times and choosing from 3 songs (Rasa Sayang, Ikan Kedek-kedek, and Negaraku) we managed to get 60 bucks already...
That's freakin' awesome!!!! We were going to sing more because we just enjoy singing to the foreign tourists' clueless and happy faces but our plan was cutted short due to time constraint and the other suckers that were asking for donation because they couldn't use their brains to come up with something more creative to get money...Sigh... But we sure as hell had fun...

Through the camp, I made new friends and we totally bonded from the fantastic times we spent together. I also sneaked out from camp to the beach bars to drink and now I'm absolutely into "Frozen Magarita"... Before we went back, we stopped by the Kuang town because all of us "left": a lot of important stuffs (i.e. alchohols, chocolates, travel luggages, perfumes, souvenirs, etc) there. I spent some money there too in the process of "getting back" the beers, vodkas, chocolates and souvenirs that I "left'' in Kuang myself before the camp.

On the ride back, we watched Micheal Jackson Concert while enjoying the "Langsat". We dropped by for "Nasi Lemak Ikan Masin" dinner at Sungai Perak. And when we finally arrived UKM, it was 1234am this Tuesday...

Just in case you don't know, I enjoyed myself towards the end of our camp. Big-Time!!!