Oh, the first taste of bittersweet goodbye. Just had 3D2N of camp at Sentosa, and certain repressed emotions aside, it was exciting to be a senior leading a group of juniors. What with lots of eccentric characters in the orientation group, it was never-ending amusement. For a group without much athletic ability (haha) they surprisingly tossed up water balloons with incredible skill. And the skit was really the most hilarious thing on earth, especially Hong Kai's dancing blond troll. I'll also never forget how Ben Yap kept retching at the vinegar/raw chicken combo. After the first 2 days, I totally took the backseat as an OGL, it was just toooo tiring.

Best (and worst) night hands-down was Club Vondresen. 14 people packed into the tiny hut, playing Taboo. Ben Lim's guesses: What do people do during CNY? Calligraphy. What happens at the end after dating, for a man and a woman? Orgasm. (Correct answer: Matrimony) What is this? Orange. (Before any further description). I laughed so loud and so frequently it hurt my abs. After that, the clubbing began, with dim lights, flickering bulbs and yellow lightsticks!

But it was also the lowest point I've had in a long time. For the life of me, I cannot understand drinking to lose yourself or forget your troubles. I don't know if I'm being a hypocrite, but when I see a person chugging down and just going out of control, I feel so disgusted. Which was exactly what I felt when I opened that door. I've never reacted that angrily before, at least not in the longest time. I rapped that door SO hard, I almost broke my knuckles.

Now I'm trying not to overreact, but I am beginning to associate a repulsive person with the drinking. And that makes it hard to remember the person I like. And it makes me worry about how I can continue to condone it when it happens again. Which it is bound to.