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The Camp

When I first signed up, I thought I knew what I was signing up for. I knew there'll be countless meetings and discussions and quarrels and last minute changes but I just wanted to be in a committee to see and feel how it's like to be part of a planning team. It's always easy to find flaws and criticize the past few camps I've been to so I said to myself, let's put myself in a position where I'm the one who'll be criticized. I wanted to see how I will react to the criticisms of others, as well as my own.

I never expected individuals to be brought together in the manner that this camp did. I have always been one who's focuses on the end product. Never been one who bothers about the quality of the journey to attain that end product. So it was definitely a wonderful first. An eye-opener. Slightly bitter but highly sweet memories.

The kids' enthusiasm were awesome. Had I attended such camps when I was younger, perhaps I wouldn't be as withdrawn as I am today. However, I did step out to act in a skit and boy was that crazy to the max. A video was filmed, but I never brought myself to watching myself on video.

This post is extremely turbulent. I hate how it's not a smooth flowing as it used to. I guess that happens when you're in need of rest AND you have not been writing for quite a while. Sigh.

How then, can I move words?

The Wedding

Mdm H says I'm her favourite! And a good boy. Mdm B also said I'm a good boy. Hearing such kind words about myself being said to my mother is, weird. I feel so happy like a happy seven year old kid!

But, really, I'm only "a good boy" because He conceals my ugly.

Hmmmm

It has come to my attention that at least one person follows me on my blog so ..... I shall write something. Haha!

Frankly, work has thus far been a pleasure that I hardly spend time thinking about stuffs. When I sleep and I dream, I remember seeing architectural drawings, excavation works and rain. Yes, sadly work has infiltrated my dreams too. I believe once I get the hang of the system and processes of the organization, I'll slow down a lil.

And talking about dreams, I need to find the time to watch Inception.