I've turned 21 and I'll tell you, my life has never been better. With a rumble of words congested amidst sentimental pleasures that life offers, images would do my days best justice. I'll begin my indites with my birthday bashes.

Thank you once again, too all who have brightened my days with incessant laughter, joy and nostalgia.

3 watches from Gen!

From Desmond

From Potato, Leisha and Desmond.

The chalet!

Darren, Ivan and me. I was really surprised Darren attended! The Andrew people!
The ones I hold so dear.
The traditional "taupok"

My little Hougang boyfriends. The sabotage begins
The sabotaged

Camp High Achievers rockers!

Then more surprised me with their arrivals!

Farhan!

Nick!

The pooch with mittens Boyfriend bought this cake!

My presents from colleagues

The family celebration

Aww, presenting my dearest blood relations

Camwhoring in the car

The boyfriend's surprise. The day we became us.

The all-family barbeque with boyfriend

Mine (:

My good-looking nephews Lios
Boyfriend struggling to open the bottle of wine

I've never seen them both smile in a photo, until this. (:

I love this photo

They love him, seriously.

Hey, she's heavy

I love you too Popo

My 16 pointer!

Tampines secondary - 2e5

The skies are beautiful, aren't they?


I love this girl!

Chee hwa trying to pick a papaya

Song session - night one

Toilet platoon

Me and my mirror

The morning emotional stirrings in a chief For sentimental purposes
(Haha) Don't ask
2e5, our pride and joy

Looking at the photos, I'm indeed going to miss my days at CampHA terribly. It has been a roller coaster of an experience, one that's endeared and unforgettable. I would like to extend my heartfelt gratitude to Andrew Quek and Ian Ho, the two best CICs, for grooming me and having faith in the potential I possessed. Thank you, for the greatest memories, appreciated opportunities, and weeks of gruelling (but fun) camps. Politics may have gotten in our way, but you both hold the cake of my admiration and respect most amongst all others. I could never thank you both enough.

CampHA has indeed provided me with the best chances to renew my tainted past and regenerate this new leash of blissful life I have never dreamed to have but still have discovered. Thank you CampHA, and to all those whom I have worked with the past half a year.

With all that's moving on so smooth-sailingly, worry is but void. The only things lacking are my admission confirmation and his scholarship confirmation. The boyfriend's parents even went to the extent of asking me if I'd prefer many children in the family, during the meet-the-parents dinner. His parents are really hospital and thoughtful, which lessens the worry more.

As for my family, they adore this NHW of mine. My grandmother was overwhelmed with pride and joy when she met him. It's an irreplaceable emotion, to be fully aware that people I love, are in entire acceptance of the choices I make.

And with all these progressing gradually, it feels more right as each day clocks by. It's a wonderful reality and I will do nothing less than to cherish the man I've made decision to be with.

I'm nearly complete now, but I'm completely contented. You have thus showed and proved to me that you got me there and you got me through it. Thank you Lord, for my family, my potato and Leisha, my Dana and Phoebe, my education, my blessed days, my NHW and your loving grace.

And you, my NHW, sleep well and all the best for your scholarship presentation in the morning. Till this weekends. (:

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.