And then i thought of the malacca trip.

Oh, those were the good times.

It was beyond cool, scooting off right after the last block test paper, on a long bus ride with some of the bestest team mates ever to a foreign place, where the hotel was very nearly shit (but refurbished thankfully), and where there was only one pool in the state (or so they say). And then eating, training, sleeping without a care in the world.

Reminisce with me, c'mon. And let out a sigh at the thought of such extravagance. Then sigh again and lament that something like that probably won't happen again, and that i'm really missing those times. Those good times.

:)