Course.

Just finish my IQA course. Boring, but bring back sweet memories of tutorials in HCJC just less than a year ago. Chomping down generous servings of mentoes ( and yar, a bio teacher of mine make me spit out sweet last time. #$%@^ hahaha... I still remember you...), listening to radio ( I did it secretly today, using their headphones to camouflage the earphones ) , scribbling and sketching on paper, talking all kinds of rubbish and basically doing all sorts of things other than paying attention to the lesson. So nostalgic..

To imagine I did all these ridiculous things in a sea of officers ; there are more crabs than I ate in my life, enough chocolate bars to turn me to a wobbly blob of fat, and they could easily charge me until I stay in Detention barracks till my hair turns a dreadful white. Oh well, I'm glad I returned home safe and unharmed in any physical or mental way; and I'm also glad they did not tekan me except asking me to do every single presentation for the group work, which I quite like, for it is simpler to activate my babbling mouth than to manouvere my tired brain.

A good experience nevertheless. At least I escaped momentarily from the mundane work in camp.
But that escape is, unfortunately, halted today.