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ME

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Hello, my name is Mylene.

Screams


Wednesday, May 30, 2007
The trip to N.Sembilan was a
great escape from the impending
reality that faced me in S'pore.
Initially I wasn't too excited
about the prospect of going there,
but I dont regret going for it now.
It seriously rocked. Nothing like
4 days of fun with great friends,
juicy scandals and alot of bitching:)
Like ermmhemm.. BATTERY. Ok
but I feel quite sorry for her
sometimes. The feeling of not being
included, the feeling of being
unwanted, the feeling of knowing
that you are being bitched about and
can do nothing about it...Thats sad.
PITY PITY. Shi Jia and Yilin spent
like SO much. I didn't even reach
RM30!! Kampung Lonek was
really a kampung, and I loved the
KAMPUNG SPIRIT! How everyone
seemed to know one another. And I
miss my foster family:( Esp Aby and
Ah Boy. I threaded my first LIVE
worm for fishing there MYSELF,
forced myself to eat the curry even
though there were ANTS floating
inside, rode a bicycle after 3 years,
and bathe with icy cold water at
7.30am in the morning! I loved
eating with my hands; I'm getting
to be a pro at it. Two weekends
spent with Malay families has
made me embrace their
culture even more and I feel
like a Malay sometimes:) I was
not used to the tall buildings
when I reached S'pore; I was not
used to shitting without swatting
pesky mosquitoes away; I was
not used to eating food not
contaminated with insects of
some sort; I was not used to the
clean environment after living
for 4 days in a house where
Mr Frog thought it acceptable to
set up home outside the toilet,
where ants crawled like nobody's
business, where the floor was
constantly streaked with mud
and insects. Yet the most ironic
part is that I actually didn't mind
all that. Anybody who knows me
knows that I HATE insects. I cant
stand them, yet within these 4 days
I somehow came to accept them.
Not that I am professing to be an
insect fan or something. Really I
am so glad I went for this trip.
Aside from great newfound friends,
strengthening existing bonds and
scandals, I think I gained alot
during these 4 days. And like
what Yilin said, an alumni trip
would be really great. And now,
excuse me while I go cram for
that stupid 'O's.
PS Sorry ITCHY for using up
almost all the TIGER INSECT
REPELLENT!! HAHAH!