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Ayesha, 15

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Tuesday, 28 April 2009 @ 17:54
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Hello.

I am missing NPAP badly. It feels like my days have gone by so, so slowly ever since it ended. I can't even believe that the last parade was a mere ten days ago! I miss those Fridays when I rushed to send off the recyclables with Sharifah or Syadza, made pointless trips to Parkway, scrambled to change into the half uniforms and went to TKSS. I miss marching in the sweltering heat with contingent seven and gripping the baton in my left hand so hard my arm went numb. I miss trying very hard to look good on the parade square. I even miss those parades where I had to sit out and watch from the grandstand. Urgh. And the bus-rides back to TKSS.. I miss all the loud, enthu people. We were pretty reserved, but some things make for good memories.

Oh damn. I MISS THOSE STUPID RATIONS THEY GAVE EVERY WEEK. They gave us the exact same things every bloody time. I miss sharing my packet of Oreos with Syadza, or going for the Milo right after we get our bag of snacks. I miss bringing all the stuff I didn't like home and planning to give them to my brother or somebody, but finding myself reaching for it first.

I miss gossiping all the way to the MRT station with Syadza feeling very insecure about how we smell even though we've sprayed a whole lot of deodorant on already. I miss SMS-ing her all the way home. Ugh, and during NPAP was when we got really close to each other and became best friends. Aww.

This actually makes me feel a lot better.

Gotta go.

Byeee.

PS Geog was easy.. compared to yesterday's papers. Probably cause I actually studied. Hehehe.