Back From The Dead

Okay so I just went to a six-day camp that aims at making teenagers into better people, i.e. make you feel utter remorse for ever being born into this world to make your parents suffer and buy shit for you. Tada. Oh yeah, and they teach us study skills (because I SOOO needed them right?) Anyway, besides the fact that they gave us thirty minutes to eat, 10 minutes to shower, and four hours of sleep every night (on average >_>), I still managed to make a good number of cool friends so my week wasn't entirely wasted.

And turns out a lot of Indonesian/Chinese/What-Have-You Asians do indeed like the Strange Whitewashed Asian from America. Go figure XD

So yes, after I got back from Bandung last night, I crashed for twelve hours (not kiiidddding) and woke up. And now I'm waiting for my pizza delivery. And I still have to wake up at 7 tomorrow for work. Sigh. Maybe I do want to go back to Super-Teen Camp (yes that is the name, NOT KIDDING XD) after all...at least I could socialize with people my age.

One more thing: I'm picking up Indonesian every day. I suspect that eventually I will go native.