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Saturday, June 13, 2009







i was browsing through some old photo and i found some that brings up some memories.
NCC especially.
those tearful training that basically made us cry non-stop.
those times where we did push-up facing the toilet bowl.
camps especially.
my first ever vacation out from Singapore with my 6 girls.
Mount Ophir. mind that kental face. just wake up from sleep lah.
and thats, F.
that was taken when i was in sec 3.
we knew each other from there.
okay, shut up sahrifah.
and it was 13 March 2006
its a 7days trip mind you. i miss my bed :)

13 March 2008,
NCC organised an UG Camp.
this time round it was Gopeng, Perak.
its a 5 days trip.
this time, there's no f
but i got my another f with me which is Mr Farizal. lol

i enjoyed my secondary school life and i wish it will never end.
too bad, time is moving.
if only there's time machine.

damn, i miss hockey and floorball!
i treasured the farewell ceremony in which the younger ones says goodbye to the older ones like us.
i still remember doing split in the field because of the muddy rain.
we played rugby with the guys,
took a lot of stupid shots and have 20+boxes of pizza all by ourself

i still remembered how i was being sabo-ed to be the captain of the team and forget our cheer in front lots of people
the most embarrassing moment ever.
not once okay. imagine. i was the clown of the team.

and not forgetting being hit by a hockey ball right at my knee by my coach few minutes before our tournament.
and poor me, there's no substitute.
hahaha.

i felt like crying now.
those were the times where i learned to manage my time.
juggling with studies,working and CCA.
i think that was one of the factor i was sacked from student councillor.
lol.
i just hope history won't repeat itself.


miss santha, i won't forget the way you sacked me.
for god sake, i was sacked in front of the general office while sitting.
*innocent face*.pity me.

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