The Pursuit of Capital Letters

The past fortnight has been high, high, into the sky. Looking back, I wonder where I mustered all my energy from. Union Camp 2011 passed by in a delirious blur of cheers, laughter, and games. Surviving on two to three hours' of sleep per day was no joke. But overall, it was a good experience. Got to know many new people, talking crap, stirring shit, the frivolous banalities that are condoned because it is a camp. The process of thawing friendships never fails to be interesting as well, as people chip away at the distance with exaggerated expressions, bad jokes, and general niceness. When in doubt, just spam questions!! HAHAHA. I like getting to know someone from scratch, the synching of wavelengths: trying to figure out their nuances, their style of humour, their ways of thinking about the world. Time will tell whether things will last anyway.

Along the way, Sarah and I rushed from camp to soccer and back again on different days. Saturday was scurrying to dance class with my sister, after a full thirteen hours' of sleep. Sunday was meeting up with I:)EAS after a unbelievably long time. Monday was soccer again. Tuesday was a breather that gave much-needed solace. Wednesday was soccer and muay thai. Thursday was matriculation fair day, which was basically being chummy to everybody, because you wanted time to pass as quickly as possible. Today was family time and soccer, tomorrow will be Lax, Sunday will be Imba. Taking it one day at a time. Life is good. What more can I ask for?