i felt this weird feeling in me again when i was sitting on the stupid cement block watching the rag dancers dance in front of the float.

this same feeling again when i looked at my fingers and my legs and my toes and my slippers and realised they were [nicely] smeared with paint.

and this same feeling of not getting enough sleep and wanting to kill people at around 6am, though i held it in quite well and managed to tell lame charsiew bao jokes instead.

[i think i improved already, my threshold used to be 3-4 am, haha!]

last but not least,

it was deja vu again when we ate hall breakfast at 7am before getting a wink this morning.

[and my muscles are also aching like i expected they would be!]

i think a part of me is meant to do saikang,

and to be dirty and covered in paint

forever.