viva la revolution

the thing about camps is that my bowel habits are always disrupted due to the sheer unfamiliarity of the pooping environment and the compelling urge to ignore my natural instincts to run to the loo, for fear of missing out on the action-packed camp activities. it makes me a quite grumpy person indeed, and my burgeoning tummy has since stretched all the way to johore bahru. i hope it comes back soon.

apart from the horrifyingly oily food that was served (maybe it's just me. maybe the whole world is eating fried fish burgers for breakfast while i munch on hay), and my tum full of shit, the camp was simply amazing. ma always say that i'm especially angelic only after church camps. that is preposterous. of course i'll get there eventually. i mean, soon. now.

if sylvester wins singapore idol i will eat my smelly socks.