Life is good i cant complain (:

Friday, January 23, 2009


What a day indeed. I started off the long day doing the long data research job for her and I am totally exhausted now. When I thought I could finally catch some sleep, my dad awakes me by knocking loudly on the door. ):

Anyways. That's past and done. I can't get back to sleep anyway so I thought might as well drop an entry. (: I have been reading my old old chicken soup for the soul series again and it has enlightened me a lot. In many ways more then one. I realized that I really had grown as a person and am so in love with doing camps right now. The smiles and laughter. And the beautiful memories. (:

It's certainly a beautiful thing how one can impact lives in just a mere 3 days 2 night. Or make you not want to leave each other forever in just a mere 5 days 4 nights. (: heh. Its most heartwarming to see others grow and bond together. But how about me? Have I grown in any way? Besides growing fatter and rounder that is. (:

I did the st marg's camp recently and I must say that it was the most beautiful camp I have ever done. It started off slowly, and ended slowly as well. I have learnt a lot from the campers and I have seen many beautiful moments. I look forward to seeing these girls again. Someday. Who knows?

It seems that when i am down nowadays, i just simply recall the memories of the camp. I recall the girls surronding ismail or saliha and go heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy hey trainer, oomphh ahhhh. I wannna knnoooowww if you are giving us points. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8! Then i will pop in and ask, are you gonna give. Dont give? HIT IT! oh when the saints, go marching in. oh when the saints go marching in. Hola i want to be in the number. oh when the saints go marching in. (: never fails to cheer me up and put a smile on my face. I am smiling as i type this. (((((((((((((:

I was walking home yesterday after seeing the doctor after NUH. The doctor threw many bombs on me. He told me that a bone had grown out of my injury and that bone was not supposed to be there. I was like o.0 So doc, what should I do? Should I go for an operation? No no, not necessary says he. Just don't run and walk too much for two months and it will heal by itself. TWO FREAKING MONTHS! SO LONG! OMGOMG. Stupid doctor. Just spoilt my day totally. I love running a lot. Haven't been doing so for like 2 months because of this injury. And he tells me to not run even longer. Boo. Can't participate in competitions like XPHYSIQUE and National Vertical Marathon. Sighs.

Anyways, back to the bit of returning home. I was stepping out of the train and walking towards the escalator when I saw this Indian mother with her young daughter. The daughter was not more then 3 years old I believe. Darn cute. Haha. The mother walked towards the escalator and stepped down, however the daughter was afraid and didn't step onto the escalator. She was in fear as she saw her mom going further and further away from her. (This is the part where you go OH NO)

I was behind the daughter. What did I do?

I lifted her gently by the arms and placed her on the escalator. She was so frightened that she quickly grabbed my hand. Her tiny hand against my big fat one. It was so cute. She gave me a toothless grin that would melt any heart and a huge smile. It just made my day. When we were approaching the end of the escalator, she let go of my hand and lifted her arms automatically, for me to carry her off the escalator. SO CUTE!

Practice random acts of senseless kindness. Read that in chicken soup. Well. Certainly did put it to use. (:

Calvin at 2:53 AM