Goodbye NDP...for now

and goodbye national camp forever.

ok let me talk about the thing that doesn't really affect me much. the thing doesn't mean anything to me. the thing that does not signify anything. National Camp. Okay, i mean yes i joined it, thinkin it would be fun. it was like freakin boring. we went to pasir leba camp the morning after national day parade (ooohhh!) and i was like so tired. we didn't do much. all we did was eat, listen to some first aid shit and god knows what cos i forgot everything. never mind, it's nothing important. i think.

then, the next day was shitter. and the next day got slightly less shitty and in the night it was great. cos there was the camp closing ceremony campfire. and the alliance of the manjusri scout and the st pats scouts was beyond anything you ever seen before. we were like freaking high. well, maybe i was. but hey. but one lesson everyone, never put scouts together, espeicially if they are from st pats and/or manjusri. cos they will wreck havoc. they will tear the gats of hell open and unleash a plague of evil minions onto every living soul at the campfire ground. in other words, we are very enthu.

the next day, we went back home happy, cause we were able to get away from that shit place.

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NDP. NDP. NDP.

how i love you NDP.

maybe i'll be seeing you next year. please pray. hope. have faith. i never knew something so tiring can be so great. it can be rewarding for some. it was very rewarding for me. like i got so many great free stuff (well, not reallhy great, but), i saw most of the behind-the-scenes stuff. and plus i saw alot of people. but one thing i really find rewarding is the great memories and friends you meet. you just can't replace that. and sometimes thise friends really stick with you for a long time. that's the best thing. love you guys and gals from NDP.

the moment we started to jog (march) onto the parade, i felt the noise from the spectators so wonderful (i can't really find a word, but i'll just put this for the mean time.) that i felt i could go up to one of them and give them a punch in the face. well, not really.

during the parade, i thought of everything that happened. all the things that had happened. what was going to happen. and who was going to be inside.

then, after an hour (approx.), we exited the parade and practically and literally went wild. we were shouting, yelling, and singing. i felt so happy...and sad.

the sadness didn't come until i entered the bus to go back to the drop-off point. at first we scouts were singing 'Numb' dedicated to one of our sirs and we were like screaming. but then i stopped as soon as i looked out the window. mr culda was in the building (bus rather). so if you reading this, i miss you. that special someone. you know who you are. and it's not a guy.

the entire bus, i was trying to come up with a bunch of rhymes. but it was just so hard when you have 9 people singing (shouting) one of your favourite songs behind you in a bus where everyone is shouting. on the way home, i almost got hit by a taxi while i was busy typig the rhyme in my phone. i was like...'oh shit'.

then i decided to post-pone the rhyme. i decided to just send an e-mail. but still no reply.

man...am i dumb or stupid or something like that. or just trying to get to know you better. or somethinge else. i dunno.

i dunno. But i miss you.

I miss you.

Culda