Boxing Day

Like before, this December has been a really busy month. This December has almost been like a non-working month.
But this December was a very fruitful month.

This december, i'm a very happy girl:)

This decemeber, i was in the champion tribe for the very first time after so many years. I wanted to win. But more importantly, i just didn't want the 'all boys' tribe to win. Sometimes, man (man as in the sex and not man in general) are just so full of themselves. The things i heard them say about tribes with girls leading, make me detest these people. And boy was i glad to clinche overall champion with blue coming second:)

Pre camp. The boys worked hard.
 I merely played a fool. But i have some contribution! see my feet? Yes, that's me holding the door open so that they can worked! haha! We stayed till close to 3 in the morning. It was hard work. Kudos to ah boon!
Brown tribe rocks! I worked hard, i clap hard till i go blue-black. It was a costly camp when i need so many brown shirts just to prove my loyalty to brown tribe! haha!

This december, i had dinner at Mount Faber for the very first time:) I wish we have time to linger on more or sat at the deck if it wasn't for the rain. The food was nothing, i think we merely paid for the venue. But it was a pleasant experience and i will go again, to the famous one instead:)


This december, i had night picnic on christmas eve for the very first time. To me, you either join the crowd down town or you spent a cosy little christmas with you love ones. This year we go for the latter. And it was very pleasant, it was one of my favourite christmas eve and i dun even mind if it becomes our tradition from now forth!:)
See me in front of the white car? That was me trying to take a picture after being stop at a police road block. And guess what, we got stopped twice that day...

This december, i had a very tiring time searching for clothes and present. This december i spent a lot of money. This december i was sick for many days right after the camp.
But this december was very fruitful, very blissful..very happy and contented indeed:)
This was what greeted me at my desk this morning when i came back:)


:)

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