Mood: Nonchalant, added with a figment of imagination, of emoness
Music: Passion ~opening version~ [From KHII]
Thoughts: Wishing that CAP will still continue because of the sudden realisation why she enjoys being solitary

Alright, after disappearing from the cyber world for roughly 10 days -counting these 2 weeks, I'm here to announce I'm back, with rantings and naturally, yelpings. Yes, I know I'm typing in an inquisitive manner that might arouse people's curiosity. What can I say? That aCAPella has influenced me? Or that the councillors' taste on words are too provoking that they have probed deep in my mind and dragged out the unconscious slumbering piece of blogging mind I had held captive? Or that a miracle has happened because of being banned from the computer for 10 days, not a mere hiatus but forced separation that made me dwell deep in the realms of reality? In any case, all of the above are true.

It has been an interesting week (s). I shall relate roughly, on what has been happening these few days. As with all long and windy blog posts, there will be an array of emotions displayed, bring you through a slight rolar coaster ride which you will (NOT) remember for life. It will however, stay in the blog as long as it is not removed. Which means the cyber annals will have this Miracle page etched in its columns, in binary numeral system that proves unreadable to all of mankind other than geeks. Technology geeks.

Well, the first week will be termed as tax week (physical). If everyone thought Napfa was bad, try this. Its a roughout week for all those who had never spent a night, a life, a thought for Pulau Ubin. The nature will consume all. Such isth the lifeth of us, thy MGS familyth. And thou MGS famiyth sufferedth under wrath of OBS. I might add, my group watch was named after famous Captain Cook. Aye, the sailor that sailed 3 times and got stabbed to death by some Natives because of a(ye) sheep. What a horrible death! The horror of all. But fear not, for my watch survived, and did not encounter any sheeps or natives. (Though I did see a group of wild boars back at camp.) That, though, is out of point. As brave, fearless, [CENSORED] (Sorry for the impulsive usage of swear word. There's freedom of speech, but there's always a catch. The AUTOsensor. -which is me.) MGS studentsth, we trekked, kayaked, rolled, bathed, complainedth, bugged, slept, cooked, mistakedth, played, gossiped... and the list goes on. Now I remember why I hate blogging... I keep getting tired of talking about things that past. Although I do like reminiscing, I hate writing about reminiscing. Back to point, we did a jetty jump on the last day. Must be one of the best highlights. There was only silence from everybody, and the sound of the sea beating against the massive pillars that stood the pier up. Where waves clash and the azure sky extend, only a solid piece of plank hold you above the water. Just take the plunge. Which I did. Happily. Did I mention I hate swimming? I was trying to swim even when it looks horrible from above. So yes, that kind of sums up OBS experience. With a touch of Shakespear and messiness and chunky words to describe my mood that time, I officially end off this paragraph.

Next up, I was bound to return home. Back to my domain, territory, the time where I spent terrifying everyone... I somehow wish I couldn't though. Its just not fair. Not fair to be happy and upset and upset on again until Monday. [Inserts random upset words that are CENSORED because of fear of teasing. And remembering the awful incident.]

So Friday passed solemnly, as with Saturday and Sunday. I tried hard to relive the life I had before OBS, and to try and get rid of the bruises and sunburnt skin. Nothing turns out well. There's always a series of unfortunate events. You know it, I know it, Kami-sama knows it.

(The next few will be in diary, poetry, prose, random ramblings format]

Monday. The official start of CAP. I just had to ruin it off by failing to bring my Ez-link card which I only realise after reaching the LRT station. No, that did not spoil my mood. Its the paranoma of being late as well as all the rushing that made me angry. I suppose I ought to be a little bit happy since I had (early) transport to NUS because of Mel. Anyway, we reached there really early and were lazing around. Surprise surprise, I saw J, from HCI. I wonder who remembered him... Those from BP, anyone remembered J who transferred to Nanyang in p3 because he got into Gifted? Anyway, I did not go and talk to him. There's nothing much to say anyway. Except that I bet he can't remember me. If he remembers me, it'll be a dream. So many years... *sigh* Anyway, we got our dormitory after registration. The splendour at Eusoff Hall stunned me. We were to have a single, squarish room each for our accomodation. It sounds much better than a tent. Plenaries of course, were meant for sleeping. Teas were excellent and the oh-so-wonderful workshops. My hands started swelling from the clappings of the dubak. (And I'm getting tired from typing, hence the choppy, no-link, words)