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Friday, January 15, 2010 - 10:10 PM
the feeling

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back in civilisation. and i feel a a a a a awesome. there's nothing much to brag about the camp but campfire night was a dance fest. well, for some of us at least. i didn't miss home. but what i did miss is the amount of shows that i was suppose to watch. can't do anything bout it.

i was frozen solid on my yoga mat[apparently i was the only one without proper sleeping bag] every night. food was definitely not fit for a healthy human being. its as if we were drinking oil. eugh. getting dirty was another thing. i wasn't afraid of the night walk deep in the forested area. but i was so grossed out by the amount of mud we had to step in getting my last pair of shoe muddy and smelly and really wet. cheers. i was embarrassed by our sandy sayang cheer. i bet most do too. and ideas only started rolling in a lot later. campfire performance was...-.-" . Getting to go last really did not help one bit. kwtv, we did what we could.

looks can be really deceiving.

thats what i learn.


im gonna sing my heart out with the awesome coarse voice of mine!