HaPPeninG EVEniNg

Been a long time since I go home at 600pm.
The past few weeks, I have stayed back with my friends at the camp, playing Winning eleven until there were no bus to fetch us home. Call us stupid, illogical if you want, but I sort of enjoy it in a way. We talked about everything under the sun as we make our way down the treacherous hill, about hot babes, about our sgts and officers, about BMT, about life, about soccer, about promising to give up Winning eleven the very next day ... and just the plain old good talk cock. The honest words and interesting ideas keep my weary soul refreshed and cheerful.

Today, the rooster in us was silent, and we went home early. I saw something that I never saw in the past few weeks: I saw HCJC people on the bus, I saw people playing soccer on the fields as my bus zipped past the open areas, I saw children playing and screaming in the playground as I walked home, I saw the comforting mellowing sun say its last goodbye to the day. It was enjoyable too, though in a different perspective. It bring me back sweet memories of the time when I return home from college everyday last year.

That's what life is - enjoyable. You just have to convince yourself that it is. That's just how simple happiness is. Really.