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Monday, August 02, 2010

And so, miss baba dude spoke of blogging.

Really, life had been quite happening. Went for 3 of the SMU camps. Made alot of good friends, even though i know some is going to be my hi-bye friends, and some, okay la, didnt really impress me.

This blog is the epitome of emoness.

Now at least mr boonz rarely emos.

Starring was madness, with all the crap we eaten and drank. By far, starring is still the most fun i went to. Then here comes FTB, which i felt damn shagged thruout, i was the only one whom had a bit of proper knot-tying training back to the npcc days. And even during the HTHT, as much as i wanted to stay awake, i couldnt. But the HTHT wasnt full of juicy stuff either, so the juicy me wasnt ready to share much either. And i lied abt my traffic light haha.
It should be amber
Then came IS camp, which sorta made me wake up to reality that school is starting. Really soon. Got to know more abt my own course, and of course, the buddies that will determine my life and death in IS. During the camp, we played capt's ball with dead chickens, and played tower defence involving the whole school omg. That was damn epic. Then we had fright night, in which we watched paranormal activity, which i was really freaked out honestly. It had to be the better horror movies around. Then came the real deal. The seniors were really awesome with the planning, which sorta inspire me to be part of the org comm next year.

The next day was at sentosa, which turned me into a chao ta sai. My burnt marks were so obvious that my mother said its worse than army. And i had leftover abrasion marks which inflammed when i went into the sea AGAIN. I totally love wet activities, rolls eyes. Damn painful, i was like jumping here and there when we were washing up in the communal shower. Oh did i mention we tore our faci's pants in the sea haha.

There was one particular incident during the camp which scared me shitless as well. During the tower defence, there was one initiation of taupok as well. And the 2nd guy nearly DIED. I mean literally. I had the same feeling as well during zhuang's bday. I totally cannot breathe at all. He was like having some breathing difficulty for awhile. Totally shitless everyone was feeling. Luckily, he came back from the dead. Thats the extent of how i feel abt taupok. Its okay if its for around 5-10seconds. Any more longer than that, your best friend is now your dead friend.

I wonder hows the drinking place now. Its been a long time since i touched a drop of alcohol. But well, this whole month i am going to drink like hell due to the bashes, hopefully.
Socerors apprentice is more like street fighter knn. The lead can keep firing hadokens wth.

And so i dont know what i am thinking sometimes.
But You are what i think of all the time.
I need to straighten things out myself.
Its always the people with the cheeks.


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