RIPB training camp was sian; pressurising; patience-wracking; hilarious; fun.

Depends on how you view it.

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Never easy ; isn't it.

He had ended up digressing about something he could only vaguely remember - maybe it was about the current rainy weather. And as usual, she had believed that their meeting was just another of those chat sessions they had rather rarely. He had enjoyed it, no doubt, but as usual he hadn't been able to talk about his most dreaded topic.

Which seemed pretty awfully embarrassing when there was a curious moment in which he stood there shellshocked, with his rapidly flushing face and rising body temperature. To make things even worse, his ever-so-smooth-and-graceful self had knocked over the glass of water while stammering ( whilst thinking of something to say to break the pleasurable silence in which she was looking at him curiously).

A rather impatient waiter's few minutes were wasted trying to cordon off the area where the lethal liquid was expanding.

Thank goodness she had started another subject about her friends and what were they planning to do on Saturday night, whereas he was pretty much stuck at home doing nothing. It was quite easy to go along with her, adding an additional comment or nod whenever necessary.

Satisfying, but not fufilling.

When they both had finished their meals, the weather seemed to join the bandwagon on the December Days. Before long, sheets of powdery rain started tapping on the glass windows and waterproof flowers bloomed instantaneously on the streets before them.

Suggesting that they had better be parting (something that he hoped they never ever had to do), she wanted to run across the road to the bus stop there. Being the person that he was, he had shown up with an impossibly small umbrella that definitely couldn't have encompassed the two of them.

Feigning that he was a fan of water and didn't mind getting wet, he tried sheltering her across the road and almost got knocked over by a car when his gaze was stuck in her direction. A speeding car certainly didn't help things when it had the impeccable timing of zooming across the wet areas when they were by the road side.

Meat shields were definitely feasible as water-shields, he shivered, when he waited with a almost-dry her at the surprisingly empty bus-stop. He gave her his umbrella just in case for emergency purposes, while waving her protests off with the notion that that particular sports car had given him a rather refreshing (if not spectacular) bath and that he was perfectly fine.

The bus finally came and as she clambered onto it, she asked, "Will you be okay?"

"Uh, yeah, i'll be alright!" He attempted what was supposed to be a reassuring face.

She must've fallen for it, for she didn't say anything else. The bus drove off into the grey distance.

It started to rain harder.

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Quote of the Day:"I'm sorry she's taken, please join the waiting lists."

It seems like
things just aren't the same
what could i say?

i need a little more luck than a little bit
because everytime i get stuck the words won't fit
and everytime i try i get tongue tied
and i need a little good luck to get me by
i need a little more help than a little bit
like that perfect few word no one's heard yet.

-faber drive.