Resurfacing

Hi every one, it has been such a long time and i was even suprised that my password actually worked! How has everyone been? Just checking in and i hope to come around soon.

Apperiation

Exactly a year ago, i wandered into blogsville like a lost puppy seeking an outlet to bare my mind on my many 'issues'. I been lucky to meet supportive, kind people with listening ears and advice, i appericiate you all. Even though i have not met most of my blogfam in person, I believe we are family related by blog. To myne whitman (you are one person, i am sure is always there), neo (my sista, where u dey na?) ms 'dufa (where at thou?) sir scribbles (numero uno baby!) chari and buttercup (blogsville's numba one couple, hope u guys are doin fine), naijabadboi, tresor lekado (crazy chic, u just abandoned ship abi?) david, darkneo, bsnc, leggy, bbb (my sista in the ajuwaya struggle), nkaytchee, ada (the busy bee), iphyigbogurl, onosetale (the damsel) sierra, trish, zel, vanity, tricia, sugasuga, I love you all, gracias muchos. Please forgive me if i forgot to mention anyone. I pray the blogfam gets bigger and better. Sidebar: I got to hangout with 'smiley' yesterday and it was really cool.

Cant tink of one!

The right side of my head hurts like crazy. Yeah i had the tooth extracted and just like i feared, it was tres painful, from the tooth breaking into two and later discovering anoda shard of bone in my gum wen i was bout to leave. I just taya, i cried like no mans business coz it really hurt. I asked my mum which is more painful btwn an extraction and childbirth and she just looked at me and gave me a pitiful smile. Na wa oh, God dey. Ehen, talking bout childbirth reminds me of a friend of mine while serving, she was my roomate and she had a boyfriend/fiance back at home but then she met a random dude she was attracted to, had sex once and she was preggers. Now she is in a dilema, she cant av an abortion coz baby father wants her to keep the baby but i dont think he wants her as part of the deal and i'm tinking even if he marries her, is that what they both want? She wont know if he married her coz he wanted to or had no choice, it seems pitiful to me. I just feel bad that i am far away from her and wish there was more i could do coz i can imagine how she is feeling. I just dunno why i'm awake thinking different thoughts and this headache aint helping at all. I'll stop now and put up a post when in a better frame of mind. *peace*

Coming up for air

And the award for the most neglected blog goes to *drumroll* *silence* SUMPTUOUS! *applause* my speech: "thank u thank u thank u *sniffing* you all are too kind and i want to dedicate this award to ........" Dont mind me jor, lets get serious. How are y'all doing ? Me, i am fine and back in lagos. I've been thinking what next after youth service and i'm trying to get into PG school. I've written the qualifying exams and now its fingers crossed hoping for the best but for the moment i'm just having a field day watching a truckload of movies and gathering ammo for the task ahead. It's my mamma's 50th bday on sunday and we are gonna be having a low key get together at home so for now it's work work work for me and on the down side, i've got a hollow tooth so 'touch & go' has been my companion for the last couple of days and i'm afraid i wont be able to enjoy all the medemede from the bday. I dread going to d dentist coz an extraction for me is like labour (trust me, i know wat i'm sayin) even though i neva get belle b4 talkless of born pikin but that ish is painfull mehn or pressure like the dentist call it. On to boy matters, i've been in lag for like 3 weeks now and i'm dying to see smiley (remember him 4rm an old post?) but i guess we are both frontin an trying to act like it aint important. He should just call me and put me outta my misery jor or maybe i'll cal him but not yet coz i havent fronted enuf. Shebi? All in all, i've been ok and i just thought to pop in and say hi b4 they collect my blog from my hand for neglet. Peace out!

It is finished

Hi people, it's been a while, let's just blame it on lack of inspiration. I just told myself i was to blog today, haba! wetin? 24th June 2010. NYSC is over and i'm gonna be getting my 'pali' (certificate) today. How i feel? Mixed feelings! I'm gonna miss ALL the friends i have made but at the same time, glad that i'm moving on. I miss my family die! It is with a heavy heart that i say good bye to the service year and I wanna thank ALL my blogsville friends for taking me thru this 'different' year of mi life. I'm highly grateful. Congratulations to my blog sista BBB too. Most importantly, shout out to Baba God for surviving one year in the niger delta. Ko easy mehn. P.s: I shall be back soon.

Chop Chop Chop.

Yup! You guessed right. I av done the big chop and i am rocking my low cut and i absolutely adore my new look. This is sumtin i've wanted to do for a while, i told my roomates bout it and they were like no way that people already say that i act like a man and if i cut my hair, nobody will marry me (hehehehe. I cut it d next day. Yeah, i'm defiant like dat). By the way, did i tell u that that is all my roomates eva talk about: husband husband husband. Sometimes they'll discuss man till my ears start aching. I personally think i look better now coz my long hair wasn't tidy coz i was uninterested and tired of it. Check out d reactions wen i got bac, it was shock at first and later they were like no be u? Why are we even suprised sef. Hours later, it started raining heavily and we (my roomate and i) came out bathing, singing and dancing in d rain. It shows that the heavens are in favour of my haircut. Abi? So here is my two kobo, if you wanna cut your hair or go natural, do it and i assure u, the only question u are gonna ask urself is 'why didn't i do this earlier?' p.s: i am technologically challenged, hence i do not know how to put up a pic but i'll try to fig it out sha.

True love

Hi everyone, these days when i'm gisting with friends (u see in this corpers lodge, there is notin much to do so there's a lot of gisting) we tend to talk a lot bout relationships, men, women, cheating and the reasons for doing so. The general concensus among my people here is that there is no faithful man and as long as he respects you by not flaunting his affairs in ur face, then you couldn't wish for a better husband. My insides literally churn when i hear this view and especially if they are held by the female folk. WHAAAAAT? So they are preparing themselves for a lifetime of unfaithfullness and bulls**t? No be me, i dont roll that way. In the course of trying to present my view, sumbody calls me unsubmissive (i cant even fit to laff) dude was going on and on, giving advice to the femalefolk on how to keep their men and condone their cheating philandeering ways, he advices that women should not fight/confront their cheating spouses but instead pamper them, have their food ready run him a hot/cold bath as the case maybe, make ur body available for him (in case he wants dessert after chopping anoda woman belleful?), then he'll see the error in his ways and change, and i say lai lai and dude says that he can already tell that i aint the submissive type. na u sabi, Submissive and mumu arent synonyms in my dictionary. So what am i trying to say? I believe that as a 'good' girl with morals and values, i deserve the same and won't settle for less, i was conceived, born and brought up in love, so i expect noting less than what i have to give. This morning, i was talking to my parents bout my masters programme and i asked where they were and they replied in my neighbours compound getting water coz our plumbing went bad, they stay alone as my younger ones are in school, they call it their second honeymoon. I could just imagine the two of them standing at the tap and gisting. After 23 years of marriage, my dad calls my mum his girlfriend, kisses her in public and he is not ashamed to declare his love for her anywhere. And now some random boy is telling me to accept that i will marry an unfaithful man? No way! To whom much is given much is expected. I have seen true love and i'm gonna get mine! *wish me luck*

Go shorty! It's ur birthday.

Yeah it's my day. *doing the dance* i'm really grateful for being alive, i thank God for all he has done and he is yet to do. My day has been wonderful, i've gotten various calls, texts and facebook wall posts. The highlight of my day was wen i grogilly picked up my dad's cal around 7a.m only to hear him and my mum singing me a birthday song and said a whole lot of prayers for me, it made me feel really special. I'm still collecting gifts by d way.

Karma is a bitch.

Hi, there, just dropping by sharply. Karma has been a nice bitch coz it's payback time for my ex. I wrote bout him in the post bout being plus size, the med student who kept giving me grief bout my weight and that was the disintegrating factor in the relationship. We are actually cool now and we sometimes talk. So yesterday dude calls me but i wasnt around to pick up so i returned his cal later and while we were talking, i could hear him huffing and puffing. I ask watzup wiv him and he says he his climbing up the stairs. Meanwhile, the last time i saw him was sometime last year and he was considerably chubbier but notin excessive. But obviously dude don chop himself to stupor. Lol. And can no longer run up a flight of stairs like he used to. The image of him struggling to climb the stairs makes me ridiculously happy. I grin silently anytime i remember. That's wat u get for giving me emotional torture. If i see karma, i'm gonna give her a huge, sloppy wet kiss. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. P.s: He who laughs last really laughs longest.

Update

Hi, how are y'all doing? Well, me i'm gud, just chilling. I'm tired of apologizing for my erratic updates and i'm sure u guys are tired of hearing it, so let's call it a truce; when u see me, u see me and when u dont see me, u dont see me. (shikena) lol. There has been a lot of stuff happening, but top on my mind is this question: do i magnet unavailable men? I'm asking coz the last two guys i was with were kinda hooked up wiv sumone else. I usually dont have a problem with this arrangement coz it makes it easy for me to bounce when i'm fed up but these days i have a lot of free time to think bout it plus the fact that i've got 3 of them on my case right now; one has got a gf, the other one a baby momma and the third one a wife. Hilarious right? Or maybe not? Maybe i should start 'fasting & praying' about the "situation" abi i'm just paranoid ni? I'm gonna be 23 in less than a month, no longer a child so i think i should start taking things seriously. Is it my fault? What am i doing wrong? Also i wonder why some people love aproko so much, they wanna pry into everyone's life and know what is going on there. This is a major issue in the corpers lodge where i stay, funny stuff i tell ya and the funniest part is that the guys gossip the most. na wa oh! Imagine guys gossiping that a guy went into a girls room and did not come out till next morning. Ehen? So what? They are two consenting adults, graduates too. What i always tell them is to go get laid. Lol. In the same vein, i've realized some people that know me in person have discovered my blog. It kinda opens me up the more but i'm tired of hiding my self jo! So to you gossips, hope u like what u've read, u can like to bring ur friends and family over to read coz frankly, i'm past caring. Atm, I'm loving Jordin sparks 'battlefield' and Rhianna's 'rude boi' #greatsongs.

My Friends.

I woke up dis morning and for no particular reason, all i can think about are my friends. In uni, we were a group of 7 girls, we lived in d same hall, 5 of us studied the same course and the other 2 also studied the same course. We did everything together: ate together, played, fought, cried and laughed together, they were my support system and i could tell them anything on my mind, all i had to do was throw it open to the house. Well, fast foward to some 10 months after uni, we are all scattered all over Nigeria doing NYSC. I maintain contact with only 2 as the rest have gone AWOL. It just strikes me as funny coz we used to talk bout stuff we would do together in the future. Then again, they say 20 kids cannot play together for 20 years. *sighs*

My current state of Mind.

My insides feel weak, awful, like im gonna puke or something. I just broke up with him (was that even a relationship to start with?) well, we ended 'it' and i'm still trying to locate my feelings. Spliting up was definately the best option as the attraction between us was purely physical. I also found out that he has a girlfriend. We were togeda for d wrong reasons, I was curious about him coz of the air of mystery around him, like a man who's got a secret, he got closer to me coz he likes my guts, confidence and outspoken manner. He says the only time he gets to speak correct, fluent English is when he is with me, he says I have helped to develop his vocab and I challenge him mentally. INSULT!!! So the only thing I meant to him was a freaking dictionary? I'm the kind of girl that doesn't shut up for you in an argument just because u are a guy. Lai lai, find another excuse. I got the hint that he thinks we cant work coz I aint submissive (that word makes me laugh), It has been misconstrued especially by guys, they are quick to make reference to the Bible about submissiveness and they neglect the part where God asks the men to respect the women. I submit, you respect me bac and we are cool, but I submit and u walk ova me like a footmat, that aint gonna happen. I miss him, i can still smell him on my shirt from the last time he held me (sumbodi beg me to wash that shirt coz i still keep sniffing it). My emotions are all over the place, I feel like crap. Funny thing is that this dreadful feeling sets in wen it gets dark and i'm alone, then i find my thoughts going bac to him. But once it's daytime I get occupied and there is hardly any chance to mope over him. I know that i am strong, i can do this! I need u guys to pray for me so i can recover from a broken heart. P.s: I know it seems like i always come here to whine and complain, that's just coz this is the only place I can do that. I'll try to put up cheerful post though.

Random

*peeks in shyly, waves around* Hi, My name is sumptuous and this used to/is my blog. Well i'm back (hopefully). Thanks to every one that commented on my previous post giving me advice, to all my followers, thank you. I feel like I don't deserve you guys. It's been like 3 months now and I almost dont know how to blog again. I'm still serving naija in the niger-delta region sha, made a whole lot of friends, gotten closer to my roomies, cried a lot, laughed a whole lot more, watched a ridiculous amount of naija movies, fallen in love, fallen outta love again, i've even gone to hating and despising menfolk, but we are cool right now sha (I think!). My broda now has a black belt in Taekwondo (so dont mess with me). Somebody needs to tell my roomates to get off my case this morning. I said I'll go to church, wetin come remain? Stop dragging off my blanket jare, It's cold jo. Yeah, u guessed right, I'm in bed typing on my mobile. Ehen, I remember sumtin else, my bestie found my blog. This how it happened, u know me I kuku like story. Well, babes calls me up, tells me she just acquired a 'bb' and knowing that i be online junkie, she asks me fun stuff she could do online and I suggest reading blogs, I then text girlfriend a random blog address. Fast foward to around 1.am, I get a text from homegirl calling me a fool girl (I love u D) that she had read my blog, the blog address I gave her had me on the bloglist, she loved it and was thinking of starting hers. Now she says she will be anonymous and she wont gimme her address. Abegi, what does she wanna write that I dont know about? Mscheeew! Well, girlfriend, bring it ON, I'm gonna find you. I gisted my roomies bout how my mom always talks bout how her 'spiritman' does not agree to do something or some ish like that and I usually ask her why not 'spiritwoman' since she is a woman (hope u get my attempt at a joke, I know I suck). Well, my roomies now say 'spiritman' One told me while ironing her clothes that her spiritman told her to wear dat dress. Another one says she'll start creaming her body with groundnut oil coz of d harmattan. Crazy gals, I kid ye not. I've gotta go now, hope this counts as a post and I've been forgiven for my absence. My hand aches already and my tummy is rumbling. Peace out.

Dilema.

I am in a kinda fix! I need help people! I love writting (fact). The major reason I have a blog is to create an outlet. I hardly talk bout my feelings, instead I write them down. There's a lot of bloggable stuff happening in my life and I'll love to write bout them but there is a glitch, he knows bout my blog. We started out being friends and I innocently told him bout my blog and he reads my posts, but now he has become a major player in my love life and I cant update coz I know he'll read it. I dont know what to do. I'm thinking bout changing my blog address but I'm sure he'll find me and that will make me look like I've got sumtin to hide. Dont you think so? Or maybe I should just delete this blog and re-enter blogsville as anonymous? But then again, this is my blog and I wanna write what I want. So here is an appeal to 'Him'. Pls stop reading my blog. (ehen, I've said my own, dont say I didn't warn u o!). So blogsville, I need ur help, can anyone profer solution to my dilema?

Hiatus

Forgive me dear blog coz i have sinned, I have not put up a post in like a gazillion years. I promise to address that. Well I have been partially around reading and commenting. I have finally gone bac to resume my primary assignment in a local high school and I teach Literature -in -English. Teaching, I have realized is not easy and in this case where the pupils are coerced into getting an education, It could be a nightmare. Piding English is the lingua franca here and they expect me to speak it to them in class. Hell no, I am not going down dat road with them. The kids sometimes laugh at and mimick the way I speak but I am not bugged. I'm learing to slow down when I speak sha! Asides from that, It's been alrite, I have realized that I can live without some things and that I should stop second-guessing myself. P.s: I think blogsville is changing, a lot of people are being swept away by the twitter tide. Chari and Buttercup have left. I'll miss them more than they know. I think the reason for the exodus is that blogging has fufilled it's purpose in their lives and its time to move on. I wish em all the best. I'll be back soon (hopefully) ciao.

Kreative blogger tag

Chei! I haven't written anything in a while and cobwebs are beginning to gather on my blog. I saw this on Yinkuslolo's blog and seeing as my writting skills has been affected by recession, I am going to share 7 facts about myself. Be warned o, I am not an interesting individual. 1. I am a recluse, I can do without stepping outta the house as long as I've got everything I need inside. 2. I am highly uncomfortable with pet names, I dont mind being called one, I use them (only in writting) but I cant say them out coz it makes me feel awkward when I do. 3. I am that girl who always sits at the back of the class, with my ears plugged, my glasses on and I'm reading a book. Yup! That's me. 4. I hate attention. For example walking down the road and guys are starring or I get into a gathering and my peeps are shouting and calling my name and and other people are looking at me like "who is she?" 5. I am hydrophobic, agoraphobic, astrophobic too. (dang! that's a lot of phobia o, now i'm afraid of my phobias) 6. I have a short attention span (so short I think it might be a problem) for example, a two-hour class seems like forever and I am constantly tuning out. 7. I think guys with the 'R' factor sound sexy, It gets me everytime. Well, that's it! I guess you now have an idea of the inner working of my mind. Boring shey? Hope my life gets interesting soon.

Titleless

First off, I wanna say thanks to everyone that has read and commented on my previous posts. Thanks guys! In the short while that I've started blogging, I have come to the realization that reading and commenting on blogs is much more fun than writting. Some are born writters, some are born readers. I guess I belong to the latter. I wonder why it doesn't reflect on my grades sha (maybe it's because I read evrything except my school books). These days, I have been feeling too lazy to write and I dunno why but I'm gonna try. I've spent the last few weeks thinking of what I wanna do careerwise and relationship-wise and life-wise generally and I still dont have a clue (sad I know). I would like to be an on-air personality, I love radio, I always have my radio around me when I'm doing the dishes, bathing, reading, sleeping, basically everywhere. One of the things I miss most about Lagos are the radio stations. I like the job coz I get to dress the way I like coz the listeners can't see me, I get to hear all the music I want to, I get to talk (God knows how much I love talking), plus my friends also think that it is a good idea and the job will suit me, I'm the girl you come to when you buy a new phone and want to set the radio stations, but I'm not sure If it's the idea I like or the job itself plus my parents (mum especially) will object to that, she doesn't think its a 'proper' Job that I can do for long time, she thinks it should be a hobby. I'm thinking of getting my voice on CD's and going for auditions, I'll confront the parents when the time is right. I'm tired of the whole growing-up business, starting a career, a new life, getting married and the general challenges (I'm feeling the pressure already). NYSC is not even helping matters, I cant wait for this service to end, I feel like my life has been put on hold. Also, I can't seem to move on from 'Smiley', I wanna open up to someone else, but I think it's not yet time and I'm not yet ready. On a sad note, One of my besties 'AK' lost her mom. I pray God gives her and her family grace, strength and fortitude to bear the loss.

On being plus size....

Being plus size is not new to me. I don't remember a time in all of my 22 years that i was ever "lepa". I've kinda gotten immune to all the taunts and jests. If I am walking down the road and I hear sumone shout "orobo", I instinctively turn around to see if it's me they are calling. High school was the worst hit; I could not eat or drink anything in peace, true I was growing in astronomical proportions, but no be me now, na God! People would always give me grief and attack me saying stuff like: 'no wonder you are fat' or 'that is not good for you'. Come to think of it, I guess this is why till date, I rarely eat in public and I am totally uncomfortable when I do. I earned the name "ofili ganga", she was a character in Naija movies (yoruba ones). This woman is huge, monstrous, enormous (you get my drift). So u can imagine the horror when a boy in my class called me that name, I was mortified, I told myself "lai lai, this kind of nickname cannot stick". In panic, I went to the principal's office to lodge a complaint thinking he was going to call them to order but Alas! The next time the principal came to our class, he started off by asking 'where is ofili?' That was how I bore the name throughout high school and beyond. Honestly, I used to be bothered but not anymore. I believe that it's the quality of life we live that matters. Imagine when I die and on my headstone, they write "Here lies a skinny shapely girl, her curves will be greatly missed" WTH? I am not the poster child for obesity but I think there is a reason we were not all created the same. Imagine If everyone was tall, darkskinned and had a slim build, Imagine some 6 billion of us the same way, that would be boring. Variety is indeed the spice of life. So I am here for your entertainment. I remember all my attempts at losing weight; dieting, starving and going to the gym. At first, I would go to the gym and work out religiously but days into the programm, I tire. Instead I now started watching the other people and would say to myself "I'm not as fat as these people jor, abeg free me". I remember this slim chic at the gym then, I used to wonder what she was doing there, going up and down with her skinny self and making people like me feel bad, even when I learnt that she had a heart condition that required her to exercise, I still used to beef the poor girl o! She would try to talk to me and I'll be giving her attitude. Looking back now, I just laugh and ask myself: na she send me? I also had this boyfriend then who used to scare me as in dude literally put the fear of God in me. He would quote statistics on how most women who had complications during childbirth were plus size, how I was prone to heart conditions, diabetes, bla bla bla. Well, suffice to say, that was the beginning of the end of the relationship. It took me a while but I have accepted myself for who I am and that is Big, Bold & Beautiful. If you minus the hassles it takes to get clothes that fit, the times when bus conductors will ask me to pay for double seats and okada men will be glancing furtively between me and their tires and finally zoom off..... (ok, the last 2 examples have never happened but I always have nighmares about them), being plus size is really no biggie.

Letting go....

I visited him before I left, gave him the letter I wrote him. I was hesitant at first but later decided to just get it over with. 'Him' in this case is Smiley, this is coz his smile will take your breath away (at least mine) We talked, we agreed, there was no way we could start a relationship with the distance between us. I am not a fan of (Long Distance Relationships (LDR) and he in his own words says "LDR's are a no-no for me". So we decided to let go cos it was the logical, adult, responsible, smart, right (I've run out of oyinbo) thing to do. I have then realized that there are sometimes when the right thing feels so wrong, I started having second thoughts: what if I have passed up my one chance at true love and happiness? Isn't it said that when you want something, you go for it and damn all consequences and all obstacles become surmountable? Guess we didn't want it bad enough, but then again, who would blame us? We had barely known each other for 5 months and seen ourselves a total of 3 times. Yeah we've got great chemistry (physics sef) over the phone, we totally jelled, have similar thoughts, ideas and attitude towards issues/life, Smiley makes me laugh, I feel safe and I like the person I am around him but then again, what does that count for in the grand scheme of things? I mean, I've never even kissed the guy, I don't know his genotype (which I think is very important by the way coz I am not gonna start a relationship that is genetically doomed) and a lot more stuff I am yet to discover. A LDR in our case would have been silly and childish of us, so we are doing the adult thing (even that doesn't make it hurt less). It's been over a month since I last saw him and communication between us has been strained, we're both guilty of not making effort. I'm trying to 'deal' by limiting contact and I dunno what is excuse is. I'm drawing solace in a Yoruba adage that translates as: The water that one is destined to drink will surely not flow past him/her". It is also said that "if you Love/treasure something/someone, set them free; and if it/they are yours, it/they will surely come back to you". So I have let go, I have set free and I am waiting......

My Camp Experience

'BAYELSA' was boldly written on my call-up letter. I have never imagined myself in this part of the country before now but with total resignation to the will of God in collaboration with NYSC, I packed my bags. I arrived at kolokuma opokuma (tongue twister abi?) L.G.A where the orientation camp is located. Registration was the beginning of a revelation for me, I realized that you pay for everything; If you wanted to staple a passport to a form, you pay. Simple, mundane things had a price tag attached. Registration ended with collection of kit and nothing fit (well, wasn't really suprised). I then proceeded to make ammendments and ended up paying an exhorbitant amount for patchwork that was badly done. Camp life was crazy, for me, it was a mix of everything; fun, sadness, happiness, suffering. Everything sorta balanced out and merged into a great experience. From the overcrowded room, to waking up for headcount in the middle of the night, to substandard kit materials. The weather was another story entirely, it rained every single day and we had to rely on body heat to dry our whites. Sometimes, we wore it damp like that and it will dry on our bodies. There were completly irrelevant (in my own opinion) lectures and there were limited/no chairs to sit on and you either sit on the floor or stand, sometimes for up to 3-4 hours. The food nko? They served weevil-infested beans almost everyday, eba like it was running out of fashion and occasional rice with watery soup and miniscule pieces of meat. The ridiculous morning race disguised as jogging. They wanted to kill me ni? Me ke? I started avoiding it o! The military guys took pleasure in harrasing and victimizing us, they would call us names like otondo, akamu, they would shout at us; "ajuwaya! double-up" they would go to the clinic and bring out those who were feigning illness, make them chant "i no well" while marching round the camp. They would also barge into the female hostels, even enter the bathrooms while girls were bathing shouting "fall out, fall out". The people were another case entirely; the good, bad and ugly. You hear some graduates blast grammer and you ask yourself: who let this cat outta school? And then i stylishly ask: abeg, which school did you graduate from sef? Then again, I met really hilarious, crazy (in a good way), cool girls. These people made camp fun. Sometimes we would stay awake till 2-3 a.m gisting and laughing. Then the guys; well, what can i say? Guys will always be guys and it has been drummed into my head by family and friends that guys (most of 'em) in camp are looking out for a fling and as per the sharp girl that I am, I didn't trip for their lines but I had a good laugh at their attempts. There were a few cute ones though. Passing out day was one of the happiest days in my life. Though I had fun, it is one of those experiences you never want to repeat. I can't wait to start my assignment as a teacher, I hope it will be fun.