Ah hello.

I lost like 2 kg during camp. K anyway, today is such a bore. Basically, all I did was go online, talk to people, watch CobraCam and TAITV(which is finally back whoohooo!), read blogs, blog. I hate the holidays cause I feel like such a loser.

Hmm, I s'pose I could go to the library to return some books today? Tomorrow I'll be going to school to pick up my stuff that I left in the NPCC room. Syadza wants to go out after that.

Urgh, I feel so sad that ATC ended just like that. I miss all the rushing around, cheering, shouting out 'yes, ma'am' or 'no, sir'. I miss carrying heavy stuff and feeling strong. I miss observing male behaviour. I miss realizing that guys have big egos. I miss all the teamwork and the holding hands with people. I miss sweating like shit, even if it was annoying at that point. I miss whispering to my friends about the hot albeit slightly androgynous CI. I miss mimicking Afiq Sir's "Sec twoooos, on your feeeeets up!". I miss this CI's camo print scarf she wore around her neck all the time in spite of the heat. I miss Syafiqah thinking that group 1's CI's butt was on fire cos it was smoking(it was actually only the mosquito coil thingy all the CIs got to wear). I miss watching people from other schools washing their mess tins with toothpaste and telling them to try mud instead. Usual response was a 'huh' face. Luckily our group trusted our advice. I miss Ma'am Michelle trying to force feed me with vegetarian noodles. I miss getting all dirty. I miss washing up time. I miss sleeping with my friends. I miss shaking my butt during 'My Side' and being one of the few to remember 'beat billy oden doden boi boi de didden dedden shhhh' of the Flea song.

OK I will not reminisce anymore. At least not right now.

Byebye.