You're not worth this,

Isn't this photo super pretty?:)))

Not sure whose raft this was but the whole photo was taken so beautifully! (faintss) It was taken during our rafting expedition along Ganges River and the view, water was epicly beautiful:)

I swear, the scenery & view in India is the most beautiful thing EVER. It's like the sky is so beautiful with pretty stars decorating all over and you can even spot the Orion Belt and determine where North is! And the best part is, you can't see the moon but only endless stars and shooting stars!! It is so beautiful no matter how tired you are, just looking at the stars make your day:) How I miss that so much, Singapore's sky can never fight this at all, I miss the beautiful sky in India:(

I need the stars to tell me it's okay. I need them to make my day and I need shooting stars:(

Saving photos from facebook and just looking at them gets me all nostalgic, seriously. Especially after reading Jinni's post on the photos, ohmygawd, it gets me sooooo emotional! I'm missing India and everything I have there, seriously!

I miss soooo many things there! I'm going to rant them all here right nao! I need to jot down things so that I will never forget them!

I miss Morning Circle, I miss Chai/morning tea, I miss people shouting outside the tents '530 get up!!', I miss rushing for time squeezing sleeping bags, folding foam mats & striking down tents, I miss packing my bag and trying to fit everything in, I miss whining about the heavy bag and yet still sucking it up. I miss the beautiful surroundings and view there, I miss the weird horns and crazy traffic, the bumpy roads that make it so hard to even drink water. I miss the steep hills and crazy cliffs that we have to conquer, the heights and the fears, the narrow paths and thorn bushes pricking scratching us, the little water breaks and dumping of heavy bagpacks onto the ground whenever there are breaks. I miss the near breaking points and feeling so helpless yet because we're all a team, still pushing on to reach the next camp before sunset. I miss the early sunset at 5pm and beautiful sand and clear river water and wonderful hot yet cooling morning weather but madly freezing night weather. I miss star gazing, praying for shooting stars & getting mad excited when one flew by. I miss the food there, even though I got sick of it after the third day, getting excited when there is papadum and having eggs at EVERY meal there. I miss the rafting activities, praying to jump into the river to have a bath, practicing capsizing and getting trapped under the boat nearly losing my life, gasping for air in the cold water, feeling ever helpless and heaving at one side getting myself calm. I miss fighting my fears of drowning and braving the currents, getting overwhelmed by rapids yet coming out triumph, holding onto the lifeline in case the boat capsizes and playing in my head how to escape from under the boat. I miss the joy, relief after conquering 'THE WALL' and the singings we had, both during trekking & rafting. I miss the cheers and army songs we sang to keep us going, I miss missing the expedition after everything is over. I miss the self-cook dinner we had and had our own pepper lunch rice, cooking fries and enjoying the warmth in the kitchen tent. I miss pushing the team on and receiving encouragements from them. I miss the Himalayas, the sunsets, the sunrise, the views, the scenery, the culture, I mis India.

I miss the people there too. I miss the instructors, miss Suri, Sony, KheeMeng, Ahmed and most importantly, Buduwah-ji, our 'god'! And of course, SEEKERS!!!

I miss the jokes we had, the fun, the laughter, the experience, the 'LOL!' (shaik style), the drunk Emu and retarded stuffs we did!

I miss everything and anything over there. Surprisingly, even though it was so hard, we all kept moving on. The Himalayas made every other problem seem small and since we have even conquered it. It was all about facing your fears and braving through them, I am glad that I survived!:)

And now, looking at the pictures, everything comes flooding back. It felt so surreal, like a dream and I am really super super afraid and scared that I will forget what happened in India. Forget the memories, the friends, the bonds, the experience... All that I had there is something that can not be replaced, ever..

Having dinner with the TJ Seekers tomorrow and really looking forward to it:) I wonder what whacky stuff we will come up with tmr but I definitely missed the local food here, and the warm weather:)

This have got to be one of the longest post ever, and I really really really love OBI!!:D Everything there, because everyone was so unique yet we made a team so well. Because the challenges seem tough yet we overcome it all. Because the terrain and weather seem harsh, yet we braved it all.

And now, back in Singapore, feeling hollow and empty when I wake in the morning. Feeling weird because there is no packing of sleeping bags, no sharing and warm chai :( Knowing that each day is just another day because I have no goals for that day..

I knew I'm a nostalgic person and tends to get really emotional when it comes to goodbye, maybe it's just me that OBI meant so much but it is how I really truly feel. We need to have another expedition soon! Make it a food expedition this time round! ;D

Does all guys tell so many lies? Why do they keep hiding things that are plainly obvious. You should have known better that I knew everything from the start, I was only wondering when you would own up. I've enough of all this.

I will do it because I know I'm so much stronger. Stronger than even I myself know;)

The truth hurts, but lies are worst.