I'm back from my stay in the wilderness.. It seems that if there's one thing that's changed is my care for hygiene. I probably, surely ate quite a fair bit of sand and drank some mud water but ah well.. that's field camp..

and just the other day I shocked myself when I picked up the sneaker bar I dropped by the side of the road. I considered it for a sec, and though ah what the hell I'm not gonna waste it. It didn't really bother me, besides the road looked quite clean.. Singapore's road are clean. Strangely that happened just before field camp..

I went for supper last night. Food, ice-cream whatever fell onto the table I'd pick it up and eat. I did it without much thought, I did it as if the food had fallen back into the plate and I picked it up again.. surprised, zb said 'wah you come back from field camp then not scared dirty liao ah' 

So now you know why guys who've gone through ns are more unfazed by dirt.. Now I gotta get out of the house, they've just started drilling on my walls.