I treasure even the surup drink they provide in cookhouses now how worse can it get!
Well, seems like in camp I'm addicted to sugar, and its in scarce production in there. Guess I have to find ways to get my tongue tasting some sweetness! Hehhehh...
And its just 2 more months to the coveted red beret! If I managed to make it that is...
"...in a cafe having a chat with good friends, when something he said angered me. Something about parents being unfeeling and inhumane. That really pissed me off and we argued about it, until I found out about his broken family. He have not heard from his mom for years. Finally one day, he received an email, from his mom! But when he opened it he cried, it wasn't any mail asking how he was doing, its pure junk. How would you feel when you're abandoned by your very loved ones?..."
"...I was walking in the mall with her, she was just on the phone moments ago. I was quiet, as usual. After walking for some distance, she turned and told me that she had accepted me. That, should be happiness..."
"...I looked lost in a carnival. Out of a sudden I saw a little infant crying, so I took pity on it and carried it along with me while I carry on looking for my loved one.. Over time, I cared for the lost child as if he/she was my very sibling, and he/she grew to like me too, then he/she spoke his first word..."
How weird...

