Friday, April 28, 2006
whee i'm going into withdrawal from lack of bintan.
it's been a long time. and a lot has happened.
i miss the climbing. i miss the games. i DON'T miss the trek. i miss the bungalow. i miss the balcony of the bungalow. i miss the town centre. i miss our scout den (complete with brain degeneration).
i miss the jetty, and the steps. i miss the indo mie. i DON'T miss fish, in whatever form. i miss the rock pile. i miss walking through shallow water. i miss my slippers. i miss the cheap food (tartlets at 60 cents!!! pwnzored!!!). i miss the free flow milo.
i miss the stars. i miss the sky. i DON'T miss the rain. i miss the wind blowing through the balcony.
i miss the freedom. i miss the slackness. i miss just being able to sit/lie down and talk. about everything, yet about nothing. i miss the air of lameness. i miss doing nothing.
i miss the residents of our den: the scouts, john, keith, keith, chris, song, shrey, ben, feng, justin, and all those randomers like feli who would come just to kope the hammock.
i miss the soccer.
i miss all that. i want it all back.
i miss bintan.
michelle put it so perfectly last night. a few of us were sitting at the jetty. talking. stoning. as far away from the main crowd while still enjoying the night. she said something like 'i've only known you all for like the last three days, and here i am sitting with you here.'
oep pwnz. bintan pwnz. i can say no more.
looked up at 8:57 PM
(go figure my age)
4.16 Enoch in '05
5.4 Numbers (Staplets?) in '06
Break dancer in training
Plays the Cello
Wants to learn Violin
Wants to learn Flute/Clarinet