It's All About The Covalent Bonds

& the Korean craze that's sweeping across the faculty (which I didn't really understand).

Friday marked the end of the longest Honeymoon Holiday I'll ever get & Tuesday will be the start of yet another round of Academic Agony, not that I mean to be pessimistic or anything.

Spent 6 days swimming in one of the strangest camps I've attended. I say swimming cos the memories of the camp are a blur, like those seen through a fisheye camera with mediocre lighting... or when you open your eyes in the water. I remember the people more than the activities, the reactions to the situations more than the actual conversations involved. & I say strangest cos it's the first camp I feel ambivalent about, in a contented, rushing, rolling, fish-swimming sense (in the words of Arundhati Roy).

Another word to use would be interesting; highly interesting. Interesting being the people I met for the first time & those I've met before. For one, I'm so! incredibly! ecstatic! to meet two people who have the same awesome taste in music - everything from jazz metal DSO to classics like the Dave Brubeck Quartet (: It's a woohoo-raised-fist-punch kind of joy, that appears once in a while, which makes me smile like a giddy idiot & float on cotton candy clouds. Yes, seriously. Jazz + people who like jazz = lethal combination. For me, this was probably the greatest discovery at this camp (:

Enjoyed the random HTHT with some of them, laughed painfully hard at the particularly cheesy lines of a friend, attempted (but failed) to live vicariously through another, found one who's into IChess, misplaced my dress (yes, am feeling woebegone & guilt-ridden :/), people-watched, was relieved my contacts didn't pop out like it did in sports camp, played intense games of Monopoly Deal, was awed by how camera-sensitive some people are, basked in comfortable silence(s),  savoured garlic naan at three in the morning, got dunked, had Hey There Delilah playing on loop in my head for an entire day/night, people-watched, played badminton while the rest attended FIC, met a friend who knew a mutual friend who turned out to be a long-lost church friend whom we both met while at the camp by pure coincidence (attempt at being confusing), sighed a fair bit, wondered alot, moseyed around even more, decided I'd rather the unknown pink spot on my face be dubbed a love bite than a mosquito bite cos it sounds marginally prettier, abused annoying & corrupted photographers who took unglam photographs, was glad that most of the food had chilli, met a semi-sleazy-interesting person on the way to the restroom during finale night (but managed to reign in my curiosity & not get into potentially weird situations), people-watched (yes, there were very interesting people), had long walks, slept uncomfortably & thus was blur, met seniors & coursemates along the way, revelled in a joyous Rag-induced atmosphere. So yea, it was enjoyably fun in a very different, non-crazy-ra-ra way that I quite appreciate :D

So many possibilities.