GUESS WHO'S GOING!!!



A special thank you to Potato, Leisha and Desmond for the red iPod Nano! And also to Gen, for the three watches I posted in my blog earlier back this month!

With so much excess idle time on my hands, it's time to blog about my previous camps. Be prepared for an image overhaul.

Starting from Radin Mas Primary 5 at Kota Tinggi. The air there is unspoilt, fresh, crisp, and most of all, non-humid!












Serangoon Secondary, Secondary 2








West Spring Secondary 2.












Yu Neng Primary student leaders camp.








Such wonderfully sweet memories. (:

Instead of gathering children from the rain, I'm laced with the protection of urban civilisation, calm and silent. My inner voice is staying vigil alongside the pouring overcast. I agape a small gap of my window open, just to listen to the rain and breathe its descend. I feel strangely disconnected from everybody and everything that's revolving around my room. Call it fatigue and refuelling if you may, but this has to take the cake for being life's only refuge of present. It kicks in so much gear, just to carry me to a point so low I just wish to freeze happy moments.

Today marks down another day, in anticipation to the final one before I discontinue my smoking habits. It's the same familiar experience of dreading yet another birthday. I'm the biggest atheist of my own date of birth, and know not what to expect this 21st.

Apart from all that, I'm also defacing from the camping line and Andrew's camp will be my last. Reluctant as this all is, the political issues are simply worsening and frankly speaking, disheartening. I have not the heart to witness the undeserving downfall of a certain chief and the fact that CampHA is exploiting their instructors' kindness. I've never learnt a social lesson as personal and bitingly sentimental as I have from this saga. What most revolts me is the face that these instruments of our Lord, hold themselves high as pedestals of faith's just scale, yet consciously make choices to behave lukewarm. These people teach children of the rising generations, that choices are followed up by consequences. Are they all now blinded by power and reign to comprehend the dires of the choices they lay before them? Lord, you gave them the gift of your love, but they dwell on wicked deeds and still indulge pleasure from their doings. Why have your children become so weak?

"Upset" is an understatement of the emotional terms that are savaging within me. Human nature is ugly as this, and I don't want to become it.

Just last night, realisation crashed onto me like wild tides onto a calm shore. I have been so concerned about the welfares of camp life and friends that I have disappointingly neglected the family I claimed to love most. How could I not have noticed my sister's distress? I'm up to my neck, bottled with worry for my little one. This is the part whereby I understand, that prayers are futile and empty, until you act on the subject of them all. Indeed, the weather spells me and gravity burdens my muse.

Lord, help me out, help me listen and learn, help me forget and live past grudges and regrets. help me not to stay jaded in this wretched life I'm heading my directions in, teach me to love like I claim I do, forgive my human self, guide me towards the path of your grace. I pray that we, your children, will always learn to love our neighbours before hating them. It can be done.

Be with me. I can't do it on my own. I'm tired.

Troubles reel, and here I lay raw, somehow wishing you are here by me through them all.

My whys, hows, wheres, whats and whens have found found their reassuring answers in you. My world's been an ecstatic spin of joyous giddy-ups.

Thank you, for taking my hand.

Like an apple that ripens and exudes a natural stream of sweetness, like a bite of what ironically feels like undeserving blessings and pure sin to intoxicate in, like the aftertaste that embalms lips with long-lasting delight, like the teething crunch of excitement that escalates the adrenaline from the littlest things, like how one a day keeps the doctors away, like the polished shine of skin that glistens a reflection of oneself, you are just like that.

Garden of apples, I'm my best and you're my credit.

望着你，慢慢忘记你。

New hair, Timbre, followed by Plasma KTV pub. Sheer fun and deviation from the norms of my days. I'm beginning to crave the lifestyle of the after-sunsets once again.

Missed this girl major.

She couldn't stop wanting to kiss me after one Lychee Freeze.

Our Papa A.

Pretty lady boss.

Kota Tinggi, here I come!

Soaking selfishness is reeking the world I'm breathing in. I'm facing tainted souls on a daily basis. Bittersweet songs, sad faces, social masquerades, every day.

Save these people. Save me.