I've meaning to do this a long time ago, but I guess time caught up with me. I became a Kakak to about 80 kids for two long days. The girls I was in charge of were very sporting. They never hesitated to be the first, and had the same drive as myself to beat the boys! I think it was too much influence from me, haha.

The Pink Ladies, they call themselves, were my little sisters. I cried when I got home from the camp. They filled my two days with fun, laughter, joy and craziness. They were the only reason I stayed up a bit later and the reason I got so crazy in the early morning. Five years down the road, I want to see them be part of the Fityan family.

My Pink Ladies at Bukit Timah. Zikry got us lost. Thanks eh, Camp Commandant.

Oh yes, I fell in love during the camp. With an irritating bugger called Iqmal. I already circled his face with hearts in the picture, so DO NOT MISTAKE IT FOR DANIAL, who happens to look like a samurai who wants to eat my Iqmal alive. Ho hum. Iqmal started to tease me when our groups had almost similar cheers (which happens to be stolen from MJC, TP, NYP and basically all other tertiary institutions). This cute little fella cried when Syafiq, his facilitator, said goodbye to him after the camp.

This is the part everyone goes 'Awwww...' and my heart starts doing jumping jacks.

And the one next to Iqmal in blue is Anisah's brother, Safwan. He is minute, as small as a 10-year-old boy, but he is in Secondary One at Tampines Secondary. I pray for his safety.

And the one in green is me, entertaining the kids while waiting for Camp Commandant to be sure of the trekking route. This picture could possibly work for a blackmail. (Evil laughter...)