i found that JOY in singing

and i honestly can't wait to come back

- however -

there are still mixed emotions though

still in caught in that limbo

there is no such thing as ugly women;

only lazy ones.

just a shoutout to all chorale people:

JIAYOUUU! :):):)

last night was the last night two great friends were going to spend at this camp; they have since gone home, in fact, on their way home now.

it all began last night with two cans of heineken and 7-up. well, 7-up was the game and heineken was... you should know better. thing was, those two cans were taken in real slowly. there was no kick; there was nothing.

and then we moved into the mess - the "entertainment hub" for our civilian-friends - and started singing. like any other military elsewhere, singing would finally make way for what is know to civilians as Shouting. so anyway, we Shouted emo farewell songs for those leaving us, and in the process of it had more cups of beer and alcohol mixed in a cup. lovely concoction eh? wrong.

just a 1cm tall cup of 58% alcohol drank dry would make any chest warm and fuzzy, and for some cause serious gastric pains. Ouch. now imagine beer with that alcohol, multiplied by say 5 cups (i can't even remember how many cups i had, there were just too many).

and then there was the guinness stout. till now i have absolutely no idea whatsoever why people like stout. there's this caramel old ancient taste that seems to come from the old dynasties of whatever civilisation, and honestly, it's just simply not nice. short of gross, but just not nice. thank goodness it was just one cup.

and then there were the competitions. one versus one, see who can finish one can of beer the fastest and the slower one will drink about half a can of the 58% alcohol. that one i was not part of.

in the end, i was feeling tipsy - which is not the same as being drunk; it is more of a really really tired feeling under a moderately sedated mind. the others, well let's just say they went completely ballistic with themselves. one peed in the drain, another took off his boxers in the fish pond, ah the list goes on. but one thing united us all last night; we all went into the fish pond, voluntarily or involuntarily we all just did.

call it camaraderie, there was just this unity we felt. remember that saying One for All, All for One? i guess that was what we felt - that drunk, no, tipsy camaraderie.

now that they're both gone, there's definitely a void emotionally and physically too. but hey, september draws nigh and soon i'll be home as well. all i wish is for this camaraderie, drunk or tipsy or not (hopefully the latter) , to be present well into the future; for it is these friendships that i take home with me and will remember always.

i havent felt that way for such a long time

untill ten o'clock last night.

does it satisfy you to see us scramble,

you pervert.

one call was all it took, no.

one word was all you said

and the world started revolving around you.

it's perfectly fine if the first was a mistake

but it's totally Not fine

when you say yes after that

and no, barely half a day later.

what?

you were distracted;

you had too much things to settle;

you were thinking of more important things;

oh yes, all of the above are true -

your lil' game avatar failed to gain a new level.

drats.

don't, even try to give me that bull.

ntu gets to host the youth olympians,

so take that, nus!

smu- i'm sorry but you weren't even in it from the start.

childish comparison game.

but hey, it's fun.
LOL

you ask me who do i
say that you are, and i

say that you are the Christ,

Son of the Living God.