I managed to escape religious class by sleeping. Yesh, there's no way I'm waking up even if mum shouts at me. Well I didn't think she did.

I don't like going for religious classes. They're reality checks. Like I'm going to die and go to hell. We don't learn anything much there, only constant reminders of what we've learnt before. Mum forces me to go, so I'd just have to agree to disagree. Does it help to know that none of the people I know go madrasah anymore?

During the weekend I was away for PSC camp. I thought it was going to be exciting really. But it turned out to be nothing much, for me at least. I went inside the pool with my jeans and tudung. Hahaha. I think I looked like a nut in there.

I've been having nasty dreams about someone. Haha, paranoid I guess. I've been having the feeling that someone must really hate me. But it didn't turn out that way. Phew.

The nightwalk was just a way to kill time. We had to go through pitch black tunnels in pairs. At first I was a bit scared and held on to Zakiyyah. But it was okay and I thought this whole thing was stupid. I didn't feel a thing, except for the toolshed part. It had a weird green glow to it and I felt like something was sitting there looking at us. Well actually, the whole time I was scared of getting possesed or my partner getting possesed. Didn't happen anyway.

I think that night people found out weird things about me. Like, if I don't know how to pronounce a word, I would spell it out. Haha kinda like, 'Hey, the old changi hospital was a m-a-s-s-a-c-r-e site right?' True or not if it was the place the Japanese soldiers decided to go hunting, I don't know. And, I get lost working my way through the school. I always get lost walking from the library to the MM block.
So there you go. Two of my pathetic personality traits.

I think I wasn't THAT scared during the nightwalk cause I know NO sp ghost stories. None at all. That's how HUGE my sp social life is.

At midnight we walked to Tsomething to get some water. Freaky walk, cause it was dark. Haha, fun though. Sat there for sometime and I felt something touch my butt. Oh wow, what a place. We went back, but Az decided to take a newer route- which got us locked out of the school. Lesson learnt: NEVER EVER follow Az. He has a severe case of madness. Lol. He sort of jumped over the huge gate. We couldn't do it so we went through the construction barrier. Haha shush.

Watched a movie, yadayadaydada, and that woman in that movie flashed her tits. Well, not 'flashed' but the camera showed her tits for a few seconds. Oh man. TITS. I need to get away from them. Girl porn turns me on. I'm not gay, but errr haha I'm just weird like that.

Highlight of the camp was actually going for sahur. It was my first time walking that far at 3am in the morning. I didn't want to be the last because hey it's 3am, something might just be behind you. Scaredy cat. And we came across this stupid mat gangster on this motorbike. They were screaming at us, saying' WOOOO budak SP!!! (blah blah blah. They spoke in some weird malay slang which I couldn't comprehend.) Feeeweeet!!!' Ey come on la, if you're too stupid to get into a poly, pick on people who are as intellectually challenged as you. Don't embarrass yourself. These people deserve to die really. Get a fucking life man.

Az was doing his morning' exercises', jumping around and climbing walls and swinging on the monkey bars and stuff. Deprived. tsk tsk. I wish I could be fun like that. I always feel that I'm too old for anything and hence my life is rountinely unexciting. Well obviously he isn't like that. It must be really fun to be him.

I ate a few mouthfuls during sahur. I felt like vomiting and the rice was incredibly spicy. Oh wow, my first time eating out that early. I'm really pathetic, I know.

The journey back was thrilling. I had to pee, and we were locked out. We had to climb over the huge gate. Thrilling cause firstly, there's a security camera, secondly, it was really high and there's no way I'll get over it unscathed.

Got up second last. 'No I can't do it la! I'm too short! Oh no. I'm stuck!' All the excuses I gave. I heard my pants ripped btw. (OMG! Errr, hope no one saw that.) Damn it was scary, cause I really thought I was going to fall. My legs were too short. Az was like, 'If she fall, you all save her face first ah.' Lol. I hate being fat. Ugh. You can't do a lot of things. Finally climbed over it with a lot of whining and morbid thoughts later.

We watched 'Hitch' afterwards and I fell asleep and was awake again, and asleep then awake. Boring. Got back to our bunk and ended up tossing and turning, and not sleeping at all. It was too cold and I had to pee, and I had a stomachache. I stepped on some kind of stone in the dark and my toe is still throbing a lot now.

AND I DIDN'T BATHE! Can you fucking believe that. Deodrant and new clothes are saviours.

I was kinda sad to go home. Because there's madrasah, and there are parents to deal with at home. Well I'm home now, and my parents haven't spoken a word to me. I went to bed and couldn't sleep peacefully. Argh, damn renovations upstairs, and loud teevees.

Damn, I didn't think I said proper goodbyes to people. And that raffles dude was nice to me and I didn't say bye! Oh no, I feel horrible.

Grahhhh. I want to sleep in school again and break in and out of school for sahur again. And talk about boys! I'm so deprived la. I'm a worthless git who likes to talk about boys, sometimes. I'm so minah la! WTH. But really, I find it appalling that I have no one to talk to about the male species except for Zak and Nadya. EVERYONE'S GAY. I FUCKING KNEW IT. FUCKING GAY.

I like my colourful tudung. It makes me look like a happy git. Lol.

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