June Camp
The Final challenge completed, the AC flag raised. The 5 days of pain and torture came to glorious end and smiles and cheers. The orange crispy sun soaked silent blue clouds that swirled around the sinking sphere. It was a victory, a clear victory.
As the Flag eclipsed the sky from my view, I could see the camp I did not go to. And this is the power of pain, friendship and love. I never went to my june camp. I never experienced a single push-up, crunch or any peanut dealings. Despite this, I could ever so vividly feels the trembling sensations in my arms in jail. I could experience the fear of hiding in the male toliet while the senior Ghim moh tribes scoured the school. This is the power of memories fueled by comradeship and friendship. I may not have known what the precise feel of torture or the total number of push-ups we did, yet through love of the passion: I could see it all in my mind.
Before June camp, I solemnly swore never to blog off June camp until after my extallation. I will not say who blazed while who burnt. So, I shall stick to it. But I need to say this:
Juniors, we had faith in you. You did not let us down.
Some of you told me that you have been very touched (emotionally), but let me bring light upon a certain matter. Throughout june camp, I have always kept a straight and stern (sometimes pissed) face when addressing you guys except until after the triumph of the final challenge. I have visualised every single possible event and emotion except that of tirumph and victory. The sensation and knowledge that all the pain, blood and tears shed all pale in comparsion the the achievment that matters in the end. And for once, I did not keep a stern face...
"who are you?"
As the Flag eclipsed the sky from my view, I could see the camp I did not go to. And this is the power of pain, friendship and love. I never went to my june camp. I never experienced a single push-up, crunch or any peanut dealings. Despite this, I could ever so vividly feels the trembling sensations in my arms in jail. I could experience the fear of hiding in the male toliet while the senior Ghim moh tribes scoured the school. This is the power of memories fueled by comradeship and friendship. I may not have known what the precise feel of torture or the total number of push-ups we did, yet through love of the passion: I could see it all in my mind.
Before June camp, I solemnly swore never to blog off June camp until after my extallation. I will not say who blazed while who burnt. So, I shall stick to it. But I need to say this:
Juniors, we had faith in you. You did not let us down.
Some of you told me that you have been very touched (emotionally), but let me bring light upon a certain matter. Throughout june camp, I have always kept a straight and stern (sometimes pissed) face when addressing you guys except until after the triumph of the final challenge. I have visualised every single possible event and emotion except that of tirumph and victory. The sensation and knowledge that all the pain, blood and tears shed all pale in comparsion the the achievment that matters in the end. And for once, I did not keep a stern face...
"who are you?"
One counil (d'oh)
One Council.
posted by F I S at
9:31 am
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