War and Peace
Unfortunately, I haven't read the book.
Fortunately, this post is not about the book.
Its about a retreat/camp i went to during the weekend. It was supposed to be some kind of spiritual soul searching thingy which is so characteristic of these religious camps. Well then.. supposed to be huh. Well, perhaps i was the exception, cause while everyone else was fervently in prayer and reflection, i was trying very hard not to lose consciousness. Fortunately, i succeeded. Unfortunately, i couldn't differentiate the periods which i did. SO. It ended with me not doing much of soul searching. But i did have a lot of fun tho, which was the primary reason for me not being able to stay conscious. No, no alcohol. Religious affair man! =P
Wad happened was that the camp did not have a compulsory stay in policy, so it ended up with everyone deciding not to stay the night except for myself and another person. Also, the chalet we booked was one of those Changi colonial chalets, which are humongous! Their toilets are like the size of my bedroom and they have one toilet for every bedroom!! They have like 8 bedrooms altogether by the way. So it was one huge mansion just for the two of us. Fun huh? Well. Unfortunately, the other person was a guy. Fortunately, he happened to know a bunch of orienation campers who were having their orientation next door. So, it ended up with me having an extremely good time with a bunch of strangers (now friends) talking cock and an all-night bridge session! =)))
Is there any situation more chaotic than war? No? Yes, there is. Sitting in a Nissan March with 4 other generously sized middle aged women travelling at an average of 30km/h from Changi to Bedok, with all of them shouting (quite loudly, I might add) directions (not all correct, I might add) to the driver (not very sober, I might add). Never again, I rather walk next time.
Fortunately, this post is not about the book.
Its about a retreat/camp i went to during the weekend. It was supposed to be some kind of spiritual soul searching thingy which is so characteristic of these religious camps. Well then.. supposed to be huh. Well, perhaps i was the exception, cause while everyone else was fervently in prayer and reflection, i was trying very hard not to lose consciousness. Fortunately, i succeeded. Unfortunately, i couldn't differentiate the periods which i did. SO. It ended with me not doing much of soul searching. But i did have a lot of fun tho, which was the primary reason for me not being able to stay conscious. No, no alcohol. Religious affair man! =P
Wad happened was that the camp did not have a compulsory stay in policy, so it ended up with everyone deciding not to stay the night except for myself and another person. Also, the chalet we booked was one of those Changi colonial chalets, which are humongous! Their toilets are like the size of my bedroom and they have one toilet for every bedroom!! They have like 8 bedrooms altogether by the way. So it was one huge mansion just for the two of us. Fun huh? Well. Unfortunately, the other person was a guy. Fortunately, he happened to know a bunch of orienation campers who were having their orientation next door. So, it ended up with me having an extremely good time with a bunch of strangers (now friends) talking cock and an all-night bridge session! =)))
Is there any situation more chaotic than war? No? Yes, there is. Sitting in a Nissan March with 4 other generously sized middle aged women travelling at an average of 30km/h from Changi to Bedok, with all of them shouting (quite loudly, I might add) directions (not all correct, I might add) to the driver (not very sober, I might add). Never again, I rather walk next time.
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