Thursday, November 20, 2008
hello, old friend.
9:32 PM
"There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment, you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on the path? Will others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be haunted by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward. Or simply give up."-OTH---
disclaimer: if this post is in any way incoherent it's because i haven't had enough sleep kthx.
HELLO I'M BACK AND YLTC IS OFFICIALLY OVERRRRR
i'm a survivor!
day 1: day-long amazing race around singapore --> spending 1.5 hours walking around vivo --> Go(diva), Go India, Man(go), omg, overanalyzers.
day 2: sea expedition (12 km kayaking), night cycling (42 km)
day 3: sea expedition (dragonboating) --> and our boat ttly pwned the rest yaye and we got to capsize the entire dragonboat and i got to climb onboard to bail out the water, which was tiring but very very fun
day 4: all of us were woken at 3am to go on a competitive 10km run around changi.
Group ACE, I love you guys.
My favourite part was definitely how we sang loudly and out-of-tunely and chanted army cheers all throughout the Final Challenge Run. It's amazing how times like that show people's true colours and it's amazing to see how some people really rise to the occasion.
"what are your bodies made of?"
"STEEL!"
"how high is your confidence?"
"SKY HIGH!"
and even though we spent 1.5 hours running around changi at some ungodly hour and we must've looked like right loonies singing and yelling ("arrrre you ready, kids?" "AYE AYE, CAP'N!!!") and puffing away, you guys were the greatest.
we're made of steel yaw.
"run baby run
don't ever look back"
...amen.
so now I'm back home and have just consumed 123987238 tons of food previously made unavailable at yltc oops. Oh but what the hey; we had a 10km run today AND we did well (go Ace!) so who cares.
things I have missed back home:
1) my parents!
2) jon and jana. who knew annoying little siblings could be miss-able.
3) dead sea clay face mask
4) MY BED
5) IPODDDDDDD omggggg
6) clean bathrooms without pads left in the washroom stalls or disposable undies floating around in the dubiously murky bath water
7) strawberry sundae
8) my zone-out-and-not-do-anything-productive time
and mummy's booked a facial at holland v for me tomorrow, so-- post-yltc skin: begone!
time for cara to get all shiny and spiffy again. it feels so weird to finally have proper eyeliner and pretty clothes and a pair of good heels on, after five days of dashing around in fbts and team nj shirts and stinky old shoes.
next stop: IGGY Winter Creative Writing & Comparative Culture Uni
time to conquer this homesickness thing.
But whatever. I'm just gonna keep telling myself that it's only from the 9th to 20th(!) and I'll be writing heaploads and heaploads and making lots of new friends from around the world and that should be enough in itself, though I am a little wistful about not being able to venture around town and soak up the festive ambience as much.
but on a sidenote: the christmas tree arrived today- a gloriously big, dense, frondy one; and I'm sitting next to it at the Mac now and the scent of pine leaves are filling the living room and it's great, I love everything about Christmas; p.s reminder to self: start Christmas shopping soon.
OH and.
I've heard that a lot of people think Boys Like Girls're a (and I quote) "gay shiat band"
but personally I love their songs
and personally I love their lyrics.
Thunder: overplayed, but priceless, and always it brings back memories of blue-sky eyes and the delicate web of freckled translucent skin over his summer sunburn.
digressing, though: BLG are coming out with a new album, Heavy Heart, and I can't wait. I've heard the leaked songs and I specially like "Free" it's nice, go listen. ("now don't worry bout a thing; you can fly without my wings...")
okay y'know what.
every other sensible yltc '08 participant's probably been in bed since this afternoon;
so, Cara, why're you still up? it's almost midnight. silly girl.
...hence the end of this highly non-significant ramble.
morrrrrre next time and next time I'll be more coherent, I promise.
it's time to get my goodnight kiss and then sink into my (no more sleeping bags on hard floors!) own bed with the fairy lights twined along the side and into the fluffy warm duvet in an eskimo cold bedroom and sleeeep.
no place like home.