it's time we spoke up too.
past few days have been fantastic, fulfilling. the sort you hope will distract you from real responsibilities. I was away at camp from Thursday to Saturday, and it was the perfect time to be with good uni friends you think will mean a whole lot more to you as the years go on. played games at night in my room, all six of us. what's been said in that room, stays in that room so I'm not really going to elaborate much. I am actually supposed to join Facebook soon, apparently (something of an elitist Friendster I heard) and that is when I will put up really incriminating pictures of Torek because she has too many nice ones of herself on the Internet. plus my reputation as a very cool person in school is very much at stake.
the camp itself was fantastic. I know it's very juvenile but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. at first my group wanted to take it easy, but then we still won and so I thought oh what the hell might as well make this worthwhile and try everything out. I love how cosy and small SCI is, I love how the people are different and have interesting personalities and know so much, be so smart yet stay so unique and fucking
funny. Fright Night scared the hell out of me, which is extremely ironic because I volunteered to be one of the ghosts. so there I was in the dark in one of the tutorial rooms, with the only things I hate the most- fire (candles), a puppet and a doll SITTING ON MY LAP, because my character was a woman whose baby had died and I was to sing to it. I have no idea why I didn't cry.
favsyesterday evening right after our Amazing Race I rushed back home to get ready for a play. went to watch A Midsummer Night's Dream at Fort Canning and had one of the best nights. I really believe in the picnic culture, and I wish Singaporeans took more time to just sit in the part with family and friends, bring food and good wine or whatever they fancy and just let time roll by slowly. it is one of the easiest things to enjoy why is why I am always wondering why our neatly trimmed fields are always empty. is there really no time for...time in this country?
we were surrounded by the stage and friendly people
ilu, no matter whatafter the play as usual had Amri and my sister pick us up and we had supper at East Coast Park. my weekends are always comforting and simple, and I am not complaining. but I wonder if I can ever make space for something more in my life, and whether my relationships with people are enough. should I be reaching out for more from them, or is it time to sit back and take things less seriously and not put in too much hope in each other? it is the boundaries that I worry about the most- I am not good at gauging at all.
but what am I saying? we're young, we're good and we're happy. at least, I am. my Sunday will not be wasted on my musings and my useless worrying, because things have been okay, and I am coping. coping I can handle, and though I am terrible at estimating and don't know if I need more or less of some things, coping is...enough. there is no need to seek for anything else.