Back from camp. Tired. But I look tired everytime, maybe execpt when I'm sleeping (does that make sense). Camp was fun at times, sometimes hilarious, but definitely tiring. And I fell head over heels for my secret pal. Literally.
Anyway, I got into hall 8. It doesn't look that far from the school of MAE. But maps can be deceiving.
And Sarah gave me a brilliant idea. We should hold a room-warming party. Haha, how's that huh? People, get ready the room-warming gifts okay? But no toilet rolls and dynamo hor.
Okay, I'm gonna spent the rest of the week slacking and peeling (my skin that is, 'cause of the sunburn).

I'm loving my new guitar! Gotta work harder at mastering it:)
Boot camp starts tommorrow. What else do you call a camp which requires you to be down at Boon Lay MRT at 0830h? I'm off again. Gonna miss so many things man..my bed, my computer, my pillows, my tv, my bed, my bed *oh oops, repeated that too many times* and most of all you. Haha, okay, I'm having goosebumps too. Cya;)

I finally came up with a job title for myself since I wasn't appointed any. Here goes: writer cum editor cum data entry clerk cum accounts assistant cum designer cum zha gong person. Or in other word, cheap laborer. 4 months plus of slogging finally came to an end yesterday. Though I must admit, freedom tasted a lil wierd, knowing that I'll never go through the wake up early-stare at com screen for a couple of hours-have lunch with my really good friend-count down 5 hours to home- ritual again. I'm gonna miss having my friend around.
Anyways, my first day of freedom came in the form of a long and painful journey to the west. That's ntu, by the way. Woah, the bus journey was so long, I actually had the time to catch an episode of a chinese drama serial on the way there and to catch an afternoon nap on the way back. Wow. I'm speechless. I even had time to think about time. About how we scribble furiously in an exam hall from the time they give the signal to start to the last freaking second. Shouldn't life be an imitation of that, huh? It doesn't necessarily mean spending every second of our life getting ourselves busy, rather we should be doing things worthy of time. Often, life ends up mimicking the last few minutes in the exam hall when we struggle to complete as many questions as possible and try to beat time by sneaking a couple of words in between furtive glances at the teacher. In our last living moments, we do just that, we struggle to fulfill as many wishes as possible, we seek medical advancement to compete against time. Except in life, there is no second chance.
Okay, I'm going off to Hong Kong tommorrow. Cya;)