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Back from camp. Yay.

It's funny. I can't really remember what I want to write now when i've thought of so much to blog about awhile ago. Hmm.

To start off, I'm not gonna name my group members because I can't really remember all their names it's childish to. Most of them were Malay, interestingly enough.

And...what else is there?

I walked through the Cityhall underground MRT tunnel.
I ate Army crap food.
I met a guy who would play Frankenstein well.
I learned what to do in case I push someone into the railway by accident or not.
I met people from Madrasahs.

Bla. I'm tired of blogging.

I have a phone, and a number.
Or numbers. Three numbers.
What should I do?

Rashadejdysabue?
Alihdgsame?
Hifcresiprocale?