top 10 reasons for camp

'sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me!'
yes, so i am here to write smth trashy bcos puay has thrown out my top 10 reasons to go for camp, but it's ok. my attempt at it anyhow;

top 10 reasons why you should go for camp

#1.bcos greedy fools like you and me can use the excuse to gorge ourselves at the mama shop under the pretext that we only do it once every 6 mths. (not the gorging!! eating at camp =) )

#2.bcos we can all pretend that the hall is so far away that by walking there and back alone, we would have burnt enough calories from our last helping from the mama shop, so technically we can go for a second round.

#3. bcos living in the sports school, and being around the state-of-the-art technology for sports makes us secretly feel that we are actually fit. and in doing so our eyes tune themselves to not notice the little lump of fat sitting above our waists.

#4. bcos you actually have a secret fetish for communal toilets

#5. ever heard of the cleopatra's milk bath from some well-known spa? well, who needs milk when you've got a nice cocktail bath with special ingredients prepared by our games comm. thanks to their generosity, we've prepared a bath of flour, mud, tomato sauce, chilli sauce, barbeque sauce etc. (this list is not exhaustive). and from what i hear, they say it might actually be good for your complexion!

#6. you get a secret thrill of throwing water bags out of the window onto unsuspecting victims.(who doesnt?) the laws that govern this country on 'killer litter' seems to not bother you very much eh?

#7.cos' tormenting the poor dude selling you cup noodles has never been more fun. "Hi, I would like my cup noodles 56.8% cooked, with my soup at a concentration of 33.52% chicken flavour. And I want my chopsticks to be made of the finest wood, timbered and hand-carved so that I can get the best flavour out of savouring it." All for the price of a dollar!

#8.cos praise is so darn exciting, that you can't stop moving and before you even know it you're drenched in sweat. wait a minute, what's that sour smell?

#9.cos deep down you secretly enjoy planning a full-scale abuse of your poor leader. either by means of a tau-pok (which apparently has been deemed by local media as an unsightly and unbecoming act which is dangerous and violent) or by your relentless ranting, of which the poor leader will be left stumped as to which one is worse; violence or unceasing chatter?

#10. bcos you actually enjoy reading these sort of things. and you cant think of a better thing to do in a million years than to spend 4 of those days in june at camp.

YES I AM DONE. so friends, camp for you?

how giving are we?

"Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world." - alice sebold, the lovely bones.

i've been wondering of late, if perhaps there is a joy intensified in watching the world around you progress into spurts of happiness. (in a hypothetical way that we are not part of the world, but merely watching the world - almost like watching a film; just that the actors are the people who matter to you) i recall some time back a friend told me - it's easy to say that as long as the rest are happy, i'm happy. but plunging deep beneath the folds of our heart, we realize that it isn't all that simple because ultimately at the end of the day, we do want to get something out of it. a reciprocal kind of happiness that perhaps is not too much to ask. and i also remember uttering some words in my semi-consicousness to a good friend; that if we go all out to make everyone happy, who's going to make us happy? well all these seem entirely selfish, as if that the act of goodness/altruism has become some sort of self-serving act when in fact our morality(imprinted into us by society) preaches that we should be giving, not expecting anything in return. but honestly, think about it for a moment before we proceed to wag a finger in my face and label me 'a selfish bastard from hell' - aren't we all really expecting something a tad bit reciprocal if we are providing joy for someone else. not that the returns necessarily match the quantity/quality of what was given, but that the returns justifies your act? for e.g. the act of charity would be all worthwhile, if a young kid struggling to stay in school financially, holds your hand, looks you in the eye and simply utters thank you. doesn't that make the gift worthwhile, even though technically speaking two words are spoken so loosely in today's society that it actually loses its 'power'.

maybe, just maybe, like susie in lovely bones, watching the world from above(or some other place where you actually have the ability to make others happy, knowing they cant do shit for you), would actually be the ideal. in a way, you become forced to give in a manner that doesn't seek to receive, and your evoked joy is merely from the act of seeing others happy.

joy to the world.
world, what will you take from me?

deluded realities.

bail me out of the unknown memory/
that somewhere, somewhat, somehow;/
love will descend upon me/
engrave my heart in that thousand etches./
but only to you/ i will.

Some times we argue, at others we fight
it brings a smile to think of the time we cuddled through the night.
endless calls drizzling on Youth's plane,
memories aplenty of sorrows slain.
ephemeral love in the blossom of Spring;
withered and gone tis' the Summer brings.
Somewhere beneath the broken pieces,
i'll find the good girl who'll iron my heart's creases.

"It seems to me," said Woot, musingly, "that the Wizard fooled you. It can't be a very Kind Heart, you know."
"Why not?" demanded the Emperor.
"Because it was unkind of you to desert the girl who loved you, and who had been faithful and true to you when you were in trouble. Had the heart the Wizard gave you been a Kind Heart, you would have gone back home and made the beautiful Munchkin girl your wife, and then brought her here to be an Empress and live in your splendid tin castle."

buy me five roses and put it on the stile/ and send me love.
/but for the fact that i miss you/and that sometimes i try/
to picture your face with lids closed when the sun don't shine.