Kym Le

In the wee hours of the morning I wiggled my toes and realised that it was no ordinary day. It was my birthday! but I felt bland and apathetic. After spooning in a bowl of porridge for breakfast I reflected upon the significance of the day. But I couldn’t find any…

Wednesday–Friday

Year 11 camp was a memorable experience. I am sure everyone could find something he or she was glad or proud about. For the trivia night I completed an acrobatesque challenge that involved twisting my body around…a broomstick. Every time I undertook a harness activity I would think of a low mark, say a C for English, which would override my fears. But the best fun we had was on commando night.

If the peers we had to rescue were hostages, then the teachers must’ve been kidnappers. They scurried through the bush with bright torches. Our mission was to save the hostages while avoiding the teachers kidnappers. It was pitch black (save for the twinkling stars and occasional jeapordisers shining their torches, trying to hamper our rescue efforts) so the five of us held hands to avoid getting lost. The way we warned each other of a log or pond ahead was through passing down the squeezing or raising of hands. With wit we managed to save a hostage!

Saturday

The night before my birthday we went to Chinatown for dinner. Super Bowl is famous for its rice congee so the seafood congee was beautiful. The steaming hot congee was accompanied with the delectable crispiness of you char kway (Chinese crullers). The other dishes, however, were a little disappointing. (After all, nobody captures the crunchiness of Chinese broccoli quite like Supper Inn in the heart of Melbourne’s Chinatown.) All up it was under $30 per person.

Sunday (my birthday)

We spent an hour taking birthday photographs. I received a Parker pen, mug, bowl with chopsticks and a Ripcurl watch. That’s right, every year I get a new watch.

Stephanie made my day. She spontaneously called to wish me a happy birthday. I can’t believe she remembered.

Monday–Tuesday

Van baked me a cute floral birthday cake. The next day I received a gargantuan Mashimaro from my friends which I know not of where to put it. (I think Van bought it on behalf of everyone, so my kudos goes to her.)