misses and hits

i miss the camps during march holidays when all the uniformed groups and band would have camp at the same time. it was hyper mad. and remember we were so pissed we couldn't join in the campfire in sec 2. rehearsing for syf late into the night while the other uniformed groups were enjoying themselves. and having to go through late night fire drill. and have the day i/c scream at us. funny as ever. she didn't even give dressing and she want to do head count. then scold us for her own mistake. then finding out that syf had to be postponed till july (3 months of added band hell) crying over the stupid sars pandemic because it made my life miserable. (they gave us a month's worth of homework on the last day of the holiday. shitass) i'm digressing.

i miss the band camps. except last year when some people went absolutely power-crazy. i miss night walk. we only had for two years. and then the police came and spoiled our fun. googlypoo. i remember mathangi getting scared, and pulled farhana and i so hard that all 3 of us fell down on our asses. and she started crying hysterically after ibnu scared the nincompoops out of her. i miss patrol duty. walking around and telling people to go and sleep. ('go sleep, please. don't get yourself and me in to trouble with the teachers and the seniors. especially ______') i miss last year we all brought our homework to do during camp and we eventually completed it at 2am. and having bird, zz, kuny and some others to accompany us as we did. raah! we studied, they tai t-ed. rhymes.

i miss being the chief cadet band ic. i miss my juniors who always tried to joke and negotiate breaks with me. ('five more minutes can? very tired lah, ma'am. please?' and 'ma'am, why your face very fierce? can don't make us run?') i miss charleston, who accompanied me on a burping competition while i tried to relieve gastric pains on the flight from brisbane to new zealand. i miss being able to fend for myself against the big 4, and never giving in. i hated certain people who made it look as though i was unable to hold my position. get a life. you have your post, i have mine. don't even try to spread your power into my territory. there were consequences. there were clashes. it's still an unresolved conflict till now.

i miss the bitching clique. sitting at the table where we always did for recess whenever we didn't feel like going down to the canteen. and talk nonstop. nadia's latest story about some mundane adventure in which she would exaggerate, nasirah's never-ending quest to lose weight and her obsession with her fat arms. (or so she claims) yan and i laughing at their stories and always making some sarcastic comment or something funny. or not, make fun of nasirah's conquests. (the president of the fatty arm association!) our insane obsession with older guys, and sometimes younger. (nicholas the debator. still so adorably good-looking till now. sorry dear.) but the inability to get a boyfriend. running away scared like diapers from that insanely-HUGE guy who always bugged me if he spotted me. (shudders) yanni causing me public embarrassment because i fell down due to her very strong yank because we were trying to hide from that guy we saw at the mrt station. (i sprained my arm for 2 weeks after that and i remember my skirt flew up when she yanked at me.) the amusing confrontation. it's funny how things change over a year. people whom you thought could be trusted show their true colours in the face of adversity. save your own skin then.

he likes it more when it's let down. (he says he likes how it feels) i prefer his fauxhawk. (i like try to flatten it, despite protests and pouty faces) familiarity. cheers. :)))