I miss training. Not waterpolo though. I miss swimming training. I miss having training sessions two-three times a week. I miss preparing for Nationals. I miss the adrenalin rush gained from competing. I miss the camaraderie within the swim team. Sometimes re-reading one's own Friendster testimonials can be so nostalgic. Man! I miss my CJ days. Sure the school rules suck, the homework's crap, A levels were a pain in the rear end, and the uniform was nothing to die for, but those days were the highlight of my life (so far anyway). Times spent talking rubbish during lunch (which I am still doing now), falling asleep during lectures, dying of exhaustion during PE and discussing ways to drape a bra over the National Day decorations. Oh! And how Mary (Econs teacher) would call Lynette 'Leonard', and then forget my name so she skipped me and moved on to Adeline. Classic-wouldn't-trade-it-for-the-world stuff.