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methrowrock"I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them. What’s real? What isn’t real? Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking. What does life depend on? I wish I had made things for life to depend on. " - Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
Oh sure, life can be beautiful. The smallest gestures do matter. There is poetry in the rustling of foliage in the breeze, but. But. BUT, it is hard to feel on top of the world on the worst of days, and not to mention, even on the best of days. How could you, when you know that the best you could ever possibly imagine would never happen to you? Sometimes, I bolt upright and realise that these are the friends that I have, this is the knowledge that I have, this is the future that I will have, and feel so suffocated by the finality of them all. My only shot at life, and this it will be: nothing less, nothing more. The honeysuckle cottages, the chateau overlooking pristine lakes, the flickering neon marquee lights, the dreams that I have been feeding my imagination with are like gossamer on dandelions in the summer. But no, I refuse to be an angsty teenaged cliche. There will be more to life, always will be, always has been. Right?
Anyway, I was supposed to post about something legen....-wait for it...-dary! (ha, had to squeeze that in somewhere) and that is...
Union Camp 2010 was really five kinds of awesome melded together, and I'm not sure why five, it just sounds like a nice number to type haha. Initially, I was apprehensive about what kind of camp it would be, seeing that my house is named a, umm, very virginal "F-ing". Fortunately, my OG had a milder name, going by "IMBA". And whoa, IMBA was a blast. We were damn imba at being camwhores haha. One could brandish a camera out of the blue, and the very next second, you'd see Imbalings swarming forward and hustling together with their biggest and cheesiest grins. This happened even on the first day, when things tended to get a little awkward. Nobody messes with the pros haha. So the camp programme was basically: Station Games, Mass Dance, Secret Pal (SP), Mystery Trail, Food Trail, Mass Dance, SP Field Games, Beach Games, WaveHouse, Pool Games. Being the cause of friendly fire haha, laughing with+at people who kept cheering from the sidelines to mask their absence, going randomcrazyhigh because we were starving with the girl behind me haha, sighing over my prankster SP who lied through his teeth from the first second on haha, actbusyclan (abc) while the rest were cracking their brains over who killed Faith the PD and our splendid oscar-worthy acting, eating only chwee kueh and caitaukweh on the FOOD trail, taking our own sweet time to meander around Singapore haha, "that's very style~", being called suaku continuously, blocking faces with koi cups, discovering that school trips repeat their itineraries!, creeping up and doing random things to the tall B&W pair haha, sitting down and resting whenever we could find seats or bare floorspace, $5 rubber swords that could be worth $50 depending on the barter, getting a new SP whose voice was suspiciously reminiscient of the "handsome" F-ing house captain, being PS-ed halfway and being matched up with MR HOT who had a very distinct voice, crapping through the games with Lady Gaga songs and pure adrenaline, being PS-ed yet again and deciding to go lezbianz with ANGELINA JOLIE the faithful, finding the second Ken and striking in the middle of the track because we did not want to walk no more, drifting in and out of consciousness during discussion and rehearsal of house skit, finding ways to disappear offstage while rehearsing, literally ROFL-ing with J and S when we found out that the Pants of Peace pouch had a pair of Pants of Peace haha, bursting the blood vessels on Chinese Garden's thighs and him bursting mine, being enthu for games because of the dangling of a VA10, squeezing milk haha and weirdass animal game poses, SP unveiling and being pleasantly surprised, witnessing my first ever drunk friend, going all out in the skit trying our best at perfecting flowy arms and poignant glances, being bored by the atmosphere and slacking one corner with F, going to JE Swimming Complex for the first time, whizzing down the slippery slides whee!, "IMBA SWEE AH!" "IMBA SWEE AH!", doing the, umm, descriptive what-say-you-say-i-say cheer more and more unabashedly, creeping along the children's pool and letting the currents sweep us around, close encounter with xiao qiang, htht at kfc and so many other memories. Can't really sort it out properly, but I had real good fun in the 4D3N of UC10. (whaaazaaaap!!) Got to click with a few people, which is always nice. Hehe, hopefully IMBA will remain IMBA in the months to come.
Alright, that's enough. Time to sleep. Till another time!
Oh sure, life can be beautiful. The smallest gestures do matter. There is poetry in the rustling of foliage in the breeze, but. But. BUT, it is hard to feel on top of the world on the worst of days, and not to mention, even on the best of days. How could you, when you know that the best you could ever possibly imagine would never happen to you? Sometimes, I bolt upright and realise that these are the friends that I have, this is the knowledge that I have, this is the future that I will have, and feel so suffocated by the finality of them all. My only shot at life, and this it will be: nothing less, nothing more. The honeysuckle cottages, the chateau overlooking pristine lakes, the flickering neon marquee lights, the dreams that I have been feeding my imagination with are like gossamer on dandelions in the summer. But no, I refuse to be an angsty teenaged cliche. There will be more to life, always will be, always has been. Right?
Anyway, I was supposed to post about something legen....-wait for it...-dary! (ha, had to squeeze that in somewhere) and that is...
Union Camp 2010 was really five kinds of awesome melded together, and I'm not sure why five, it just sounds like a nice number to type haha. Initially, I was apprehensive about what kind of camp it would be, seeing that my house is named a, umm, very virginal "F-ing". Fortunately, my OG had a milder name, going by "IMBA". And whoa, IMBA was a blast. We were damn imba at being camwhores haha. One could brandish a camera out of the blue, and the very next second, you'd see Imbalings swarming forward and hustling together with their biggest and cheesiest grins. This happened even on the first day, when things tended to get a little awkward. Nobody messes with the pros haha. So the camp programme was basically: Station Games, Mass Dance, Secret Pal (SP), Mystery Trail, Food Trail, Mass Dance, SP Field Games, Beach Games, WaveHouse, Pool Games. Being the cause of friendly fire haha, laughing with+at people who kept cheering from the sidelines to mask their absence, going randomcrazyhigh because we were starving with the girl behind me haha, sighing over my prankster SP who lied through his teeth from the first second on haha, actbusyclan (abc) while the rest were cracking their brains over who killed Faith the PD and our splendid oscar-worthy acting, eating only chwee kueh and caitaukweh on the FOOD trail, taking our own sweet time to meander around Singapore haha, "that's very style~", being called suaku continuously, blocking faces with koi cups, discovering that school trips repeat their itineraries!, creeping up and doing random things to the tall B&W pair haha, sitting down and resting whenever we could find seats or bare floorspace, $5 rubber swords that could be worth $50 depending on the barter, getting a new SP whose voice was suspiciously reminiscient of the "handsome" F-ing house captain, being PS-ed halfway and being matched up with MR HOT who had a very distinct voice, crapping through the games with Lady Gaga songs and pure adrenaline, being PS-ed yet again and deciding to go lezbianz with ANGELINA JOLIE the faithful, finding the second Ken and striking in the middle of the track because we did not want to walk no more, drifting in and out of consciousness during discussion and rehearsal of house skit, finding ways to disappear offstage while rehearsing, literally ROFL-ing with J and S when we found out that the Pants of Peace pouch had a pair of Pants of Peace haha, bursting the blood vessels on Chinese Garden's thighs and him bursting mine, being enthu for games because of the dangling of a VA10, squeezing milk haha and weirdass animal game poses, SP unveiling and being pleasantly surprised, witnessing my first ever drunk friend, going all out in the skit trying our best at perfecting flowy arms and poignant glances, being bored by the atmosphere and slacking one corner with F, going to JE Swimming Complex for the first time, whizzing down the slippery slides whee!, "IMBA SWEE AH!" "IMBA SWEE AH!", doing the, umm, descriptive what-say-you-say-i-say cheer more and more unabashedly, creeping along the children's pool and letting the currents sweep us around, close encounter with xiao qiang, htht at kfc and so many other memories. Can't really sort it out properly, but I had real good fun in the 4D3N of UC10. (whaaazaaaap!!) Got to click with a few people, which is always nice. Hehe, hopefully IMBA will remain IMBA in the months to come.
Alright, that's enough. Time to sleep. Till another time!
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