hey peepz!

just got back from my training camp. shack. and sick.

it was a good camp. lots of training. lots of bonding. until i fell sick all of a sudden, and starting missing training sessions, and feeling all guilty in bed.

in any case. it was also a camp of much laughter, happiness, sadness and depressison. lots of agitation, lots of passion. lots of questions and lots of answers.

a few things i would take back with me personally, probably will be the fire i felt within the boat, lots of muscular bodies doing the cobra, lots of humour, and more blood and sweat derived from each push, each pull, each cheer and each scream as we race towards the finishing line in a weeks time.

thanks my room mate and friend alex for taking care of me when i was sick.

thanks ms chua for the sweets.

thanks the myanmar family for all the laughter.

thanks dr mel for all the inspiration.

thanks tony for all the calling.

thanks weiming for showing us how to embody muscularity and shamelessness simultaneously.

thanks to my brothers for the comaraderie and the love.

thanks all.