I'm quite sad really. I haven't been on a mission trip for ages and I just felt that I really really needed to go this time. I think I've been really selfish recently, only caring about myself and what revolves around me. (that doesn't count my braces. it is really PAIN-FULL). Anyway, I remember when we used to go with Dad to Bintan every month. It's really sad when you've been to the poverty-stricken side of Bintan, the you go to those glamorous and beautifully clean resorts, with sparkly blue waters. I haven't been thinking of that. I went to Bintan, and complained about how run down it was. Terrible. And well, we were gonna have a kids programme, that us teens were supposed to be in charge it. But now because of H1N1, Ruth me n David can't go, cause we'll have to be quarantined for one week (good for me:P), and also I'm sick. And it's impt that we don't bring any germs to the villagers cause they are very isolated, and you know, the way the Incas were wiped out. We don't want to "wipe them out". So yeah, I'm feeling quite disappointed now, but I hope that God will give me another opportunity to go...soon.
On positive thing about that is that I can make it for Youth Sunday Rehearsal. Youth Sunday's coming up! haha. I got red and green for my t-shirts, and I think I'll wear red first. Cause you know, always save the best for last!!! I love green:)
Archery test tomorrow. My aim was very off yesterday. I only got one X (which is the middle of the middle circle), hardly any 10s or 9s, and I got a 5! a 5! do you know how degrading that is??? terrible. Anyway, I felt like a weakling, cause I couldn't pull my arrows out. Dave, Ruth and the other girl had no problem with theirs. Anyway, so okay, we'd shoot, then we'd go down to get our arrows, and if my arrows landed on the other guys side, he would help me pull them out. So I'd feel obliged to help him pull his out. Then I'd pull and pull with both hands, and by the time I swallowed my pride to let him pull his own arrow out, he had pulled out the rest of the arrows, including mine. So in the end, I just gave up trying to return the favour, and just pulled out my own, the ones that I could. I felt like a wimp. I suppose one comfort I have is that one of my arrows was shot in so deep that even the guy couldn't yank it out, the coach had to. That just proves that I used a lot of strength to shoot that arrow.
