I LOVE church camps. The young, the old...everyone gathers to sleep together.
I lost count on the number of camps we went. Yet each one, the memory stays.
Every morning, we wrestle to get to the loo.
Then pose in front of the mirror in the hotel lobby.
At night, we gather to gossip.
Gawd, i miss those times. We grew up in the same neighbourhood but have grown apart as we grow up. I always feared we will never have times like this again (and it seems true), but they'll always be family to me.
Don't bother watching if you're not from my church and don't undersand Mandarin.
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