House Chalet

I was expecting like about 30+ people to turn up for the T house chalet but in the end...


I had 50+! How cool rite!

O-week looks set to be great! Nuff said.. here's some of the pics!

Pre Camp ... C&C

Pre-camp was well... I had only like 10 councillors turning up...

No idea wad happened man... looks like I am really short of manpower but God is kind... I bumped into pple on the streets and I ask them to come help me for o-week and WALLA! They agreed! :)

For the first time in a long long time, I actually met Wanz for dinner in town with Fuz and of coz C&C later on to find Fu-sao and CUiz!

Cool cool Cool! Here's some pics!

Reading the Letter

I received an email... a response to what I sent out...

All I can say is tat I felt heart-wrenched on reading it despite knowing there's nothing much I can do...

But at least I know wad I'm supposed to know...

Realization

I have been blog-surfing and it suddenly dawned on me tat after every arts camp or orientation, where spirits r uplifted, words of emotions, joy and everything else start pouring in... to the extent tat u can feel the mood of the event in the blog itself... me included as I read my old blogposts..

Then I suddenly realised, how issit tat somehow the excitement level about our everyday life is such a far cry from these blogs? It's quite sorrowful sometimes and even when there r joyous events, it does not seem as joyful...

Is it because we take our frenz for granted? Given that they r almost always there during the school term, that no longer do we feel excited about meeting them... chilling over a cup of coffee and such? Me included. I read my blogs of yesteryears pertaining to orientation periods. Filled with excitement but wad about those times I spent chilling with Wan, Sheryl and Fu? The madness of rushing sexuality essays into the nite w/o sleep but yet, squeezing wad joy we could find in those wee hours, feeding mosquitoes along AS1.

How about those times when I spent time with Layz, JJ, Ghandi doing arts club projects, struggling, feeling tired yet it bonded us more... Somehow we dun blog about such events as excitedly... Good things come and they will pass in transcient but entities like close frenz stay forever (almost). Good things like orientation, the cheering, the madness all but serve as fond memories for me to look back to, smile as I think back, laughther when we talk about it but years down the road, it is those frenz who r gonna stay with u and see u thru... yet we r hardly excited about it?

Or issit tat I'm simply being a pessimist?

Updates! Like finally!

Updates! Everyone is asking me for updates! Here u go!

Birthday:

This year's birthday aint as spectacular as last yr I think but still it was GREAT! I tink it's correlated to age.. at this point in time, somehow birthday juz dun intrigued u tat much (at least for me).. it's juz another day..

But still I have to thank the following pple for bothering to text me birthday greetings (though some were DAMN late!):

Hocky, always my president, past present n future!
Yenghong, the crazy optimist!
DK, who bothered despite the drama!
Sebestian
Cuiqin, who to my shock got attached 2 weeks + back
Freddy, a server at St James, whom I remotely knew)
JJ, who did me some good with her little birthday song
Yuyan, whom I was quite surprised to hear from :)
Tor Yuan, part of my AHM training team
Jeremy, whom I had to constantly remind
Layz, who sent me an mms, super act cute but heartwarming nonetheless
Syndrome, who sent me a syndromic msg (as usual)
Ivan, whom will be slaughtered if he dares forget
Xiaofen, whom I was half-expecting to 4get?
Chongz, my wake-board brrrrrrooooz
Sheryl, my clubbing entity
Marilee, with loads of smiles
Gina Goh, who ACTUALLY REMEMBERED?
Euwen, the scatteredbrain princess
Xin-xin, my fellow freshie when we were in yr 1 - Funis ROCKS
Ghandi, who had to remind me I am halfway thru my 20s
Qianqian, who also had to remind me tat I am cat Y now
Wanwan, my darling girl
Charz of coz who called to sing me the birthday song!

Coming to orientation, pple asked if I really wanted to be hse ic: on one hand, yes because of my attachment towards T hse, yet on the another no simply because I nvr had the chance to scream and go mad with frenz who really matter simply coz I have been hse ic since I ended my life as a freshie...

And to these special frenz, thanks for somehow giving me a lift at appropriate times and how glad I was when I saw T hse rising up on sentosa nite.. such gratifications, hard to imagine...

Now tat sch is starting, I m having mixed feelings. Looking forward to it because life revolves ard sch and frenz and the hols is f***ing boring, on the other hand, I know this is my final year and tat's kinda sad...

And it's scary to see how time flies...

I cld still remember matriculating at MPSH after my 1st Arts Camp, buying my 1st laptop with Anthony being my guarantor... Then mugging in the library every evening to Hock asking me to be hse ic, trusting tat I would do the job despite doubts from seniors to running for 26th MC with the Hai Dais and Hock, to witnessing the displeasure and tension in the comm and yet the love the comm had for each other to going on being yr 3 struggling with research papers and opening up more to others to where I am today...

The sorrows of time and tide...