"What the effff?????!!!!! This is my room?!?!?"

The first thought that ran through my mind once i pulled my feet up the flight of stairs. Honestly, after the whole 10 days, i cant even picture how my own room looks like. I looked into my room and i said to myself, damn, this shit is heaven. The thick aroma of Pinewood, my study table being all spick and span. 10 days and i forgotten all about my own room.

Haven't i wrote here before, something about time flies so fast it scares me. Well, my 4th and final year of intensive training in Cameron Highlands has finally reached its end. Looking back, its quite hard to believe 4 years just passed like that *snaps fingers*. The same bungalow with doors painted a pale bluish green with mahjong tables arranged on the front porch and the rooms and the kitchen, my favourite place to be, and the huge multi-purpose field with the 1 km radius. Everything's been like that since 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005. Apart from the new heater and gas stoves of course.

Tanah Rata is the place, a small business town in the middle of Brinchang and Ringlet. A stretch of gravel road from our bungalow to the field we train in is more or less the whole size of the place. Moving about is relatively safe, although sometimes a few mat rempits might wanna satisfy their sexual fantasies but lack the fund in hiring a hardcore whore, so they whistle and eye you, especially if you're the creation called FEMALE.

I wouldn't know whether we're just plain pests or if we were meant to learn something out-of-the-ordinary but me, ming, jordan, jamie and nik and a few other Selangor athletes were placed under another coach, Wak. His workouts are like kacang putih compared to sir's but to think of it, it should be, he's a technique specialist, so we basicly saw it coming, drills drills drills, weights weights weights, mostly stuff that dont require much brawns but brains. We were then back traning with sir after Wak left without notice with the S'gor team. Oh well, lets just say we wanted Wak back but in a way, relieved to be back training like how we're meant to be. We dont call Makhamah Hill "The Mother of All Hills" for no reason.

Working wise, i've been working my ass off in the kitchen and everywhere, ironically, i dont do any housework at home. But when i'm there or anywhere else, especially in the kitchen, i work like cinderella. Its like i need to work to live. Washing stuff to frying fish, as long as i'm having fun eh!? Much better than lazing around and acting like a huge sloth.

After the past 10 days, I do feel much stronger than before. So much stronger. But at the same time, i've added a few badges of honour to my already decorated body. Sandflies!!! To all those who dont know me, i'm allergic to insect bites. Yes, a mosquito bite on my skin has the potential to be a permanent scar. What more sandflies? These buggers are the small dots that fly around anonymously. Seriously, its like they have moods or something, sometimes they're here, and sometimes they're not. And the agony comes after they bite and get really really red inflamation bumps on your skin. That is for people like me with sensitive skin. It hurts, it itches, it gets bigger everyday and it takes centuries to heal! My body looks like a dairy cow with red spots. Fuck!

Deep inside i know i have loads more to write, stuff that's been playing in my head maybe since day 1 and during those times when i wish i had a computer to blog but unfortunately i dont. Then again, some just goes back into hiding and some, well, better left unsaid. We'll see.

The thing is, i'm back, with 4 limbs, one head and erm, every little part of my body intact. And if you see me topless (ONLY topless) you'd think i came back from a 10 day vacation to a bee farm. Damn i feel so GATAL!!!!

Jinny