So here I am, 2am and I just woke up from a long...long nap after getting back from a weekend away at church camp. The last camp I went to was in January in the now faroff Sentosa Island in Singapore and as I was pondering that I suddenly realise that in some respects I have regressed as a person. Maybe it was the different environment I have returned to or maybe it's returning to family and friends and all it's dysfunctional glory.
The camp itself was a collection of mixed experiences, my first attempt at organising music turned out ok though it did reveal my weakness as an organiser. And though it was good to hang out with my boys like in the "old school" church camps, I now realise that some things will never change unless you give them up.
Anyway 230 and I'm all out of rant
goodnight