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Surreal

Dearest father, bless his soul, had surprised us with tickets to Australia. Our week long leave for Sydney and Brisbane starts on Monday. Cold weather, alluring surfer-like boys, australian fashion spell bliss to this being. But our impromptu trip also means that the long-planned zoo visit with the girls has to be postponed. Managed to score Manchester United's training pass. I say that with a big, loony grin plastered across my face. Though i can't express my mortification on the lads' loss in the Champions League. My day(s) were wrecked because of it. And yes, it can't be ignored how kick ass Barcelona played. I was mid-way through a post regarding camp when unexpectedly, the lights went out. Living without a fan and/or an air-conditioner for even fifteen minutes is pure torture. A new replacement post will definitely not be existant due to my mobbed schedule and also my laziness. But, to epitomize the camp -- Best. Camp. Ever. Reasons for it being; i) nightwalk! ii) all forty-eight girls bunking in a room and iii) marvelous little ones. I will doubtlessly miss my days as a PRS and i am not looking forward to stepping down this coming July. That, would be emotional. Not that we didn't get enough emotions during camp. Fatin, being a true sweetheart, had welcomed us back home from camp with a box of strawberry cupcakes complete with each of our faces drawn on a cupcake. Two of the cupcakes too, had bicycles drawn on them. Ehem, Gang Basikal. Speaking of bicycles, i have been trailling along with father on his daily dose of exercise. That man sure has high stamina. Always leaving me panting and breathless behind. Sa'idah almost broke my nose today with her hard-rock head. Sa'idah has a somewhat special relationship with my nose. She almost tore my nose into two last year when she had mistaken my nose stick for dead skin. Madre mia, if this continues, my nose would be an exact copy of Owen Wilson's. Crooked noses are never sexy, mind you. Teachers Day today was amusing in so many ways. From Puan Ngau's reaction to Su Wei's carrot cake -"Got bomb, ah?"- to the amazingly unexpected performances. Teachers donning gigantic afro dos while shaking their butts to ABBA's "Dancing Queen", how can that not be a favourite? Not forgetting the otherwise timid and mousy students who had suddenly come out of their shells in a way nobody would have guessed. Standing ovations were given. At the end of school, i was given brownies by my Baby Angel, Azraa. Which i thought was an extremely sweet gesture. And it was tre scrumptious, as well :-)