singapore, alive

there are the moments when you sit down in exasperation and frustration at sink-ah-po. and then there are times when you realise, really, that sink-ah-po is a state of mind, as real as it can be externalised. and thats exactly what the love club did today.

today we went camping at sembawang beach, we had our usual, um, logistical and motivational problems. an hour after meeting at yishun mrt station, we were in mag's home snacking on biscuits, contemplating if we should just scrap our plans and go for dinner.

of course that was not an option - we would never be able to swallow that. so we set off, five intrepid amateurs, for our little adventure. the goal in mind was to relive our obs, when we camped at sembawang as part of the three day sea expedition. of course we say "relive" with a little creative licence. no more 5bx, no need to flatten cans to recycle, no sentry, and best of all, yes illegal fireworks.






so somewhere in between stuffing our faces, playing touch rug, laughing ourselves shitfaced, getting frightened by the dark sea and taking in the sunrise, it did feel for a moment like we were 17 again, except that there would be no school on monday.