i've been slogging my past 3 days back in camp. under the sun, wearing the helmet that weights a ton, almost became deaf from all the firing at the range, and staying up late.

i knew all this would happen when i dragged myself into camp on monday.

but what i didn't knew was i will enjoyed my 3 days stay.

its only with my camp mates, we do stupid things, and make the recruits do stupid things. and laugh. and laugh. and talk crap. and laugh again.

i hate and love my camp at the same time.

oh well.

i was happy at happy, and i'm still happy.

=)

i've finally managed to watch a decent film, mission impossible III.

and the name speaks for itself. its all about making impossible task, possible.

and well, it does not make any sense for me most of the time, i was going "nah, that can't happen! how did he do that? he would just be dead!" and more. . .

but putting my logic and rationale aside. i did enjoy the movie, it was exceptionally good of its kind.

but i do wonder if the person sitting next to me enjoy my ranting, haha.

will u remove somethings, just because it hurts?

its been really great watching the "Oprah Winfrey" show.

and it always make me tear.

it just touches me when the people oprah interviewed got such great inspiring and positive attitude towards live.

or whenever oprah realises the wildest dream of some very fortunate people, and to see them jump in joy, the hug, and the gratitude, really moves me.

and it actually make me realise how emotional vulnerable i am.

after all the commotions on the media,

there's only 1 conclusion.

"only people in white are rich enough to sue."

i''m 20. and, the problem with being 20 is i'm neither a kid or an adult.

i'm always lost at which side of the beam should i lean against.

and its getting DAMN frustrating.

people don't treat me seriously when i start to behave a lil' kiddish. shouldn't i be entitled to my fair share of kiddish-iness when i still able to, and not regretting in my late 30's that, damn, where's my fun when i was younger?

neither do i wanna bear the responsibilities of being an adult, yet.

i guess what i want is for people to take me seriously, at least accepting the fact of me having the bare minimum of maturity. but still, recognize the fact i'm still, a teenager or adolescent for whichever fits.

its not fault for being tall and look abit older.

and i'm not having Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria Syndrome!