I had just received the first phone call from Baby a few minutes ago. Finally, after waiting the whole day. I do miss him and we're both doing fine with our own lives, I guess. I am so glad that he said that things in camp's all fine.

Early in the morning today, I accompanied Baby's parents to send him off to Jalan Bahar, his camp. We left at about 7ish in the morning. We had to wait so long for everything to end. We only got to leave at about ten plus. His parents and I took the train back. They both went to the hospital and I went to school. Thank you to Baby's dad for giving me some pocket money for school. I basically did nothing at school because I didn't bring my safety boots so a few classmates and I went walking around school. We came back to do some theory and then we were all released. Thank you Ikah and Aidil for accompanying me in school while waiting for my training to start. I shouldn't have gone for training because I'm really sick. Coughed so bad, had difficulty breathing and I started to feel the pain from my dislocated arm. I was almost reaching the top already, my first climb again after about 6 years ? So all I did the rest of the training time was learning how to belay and rested. Papa picked me up from work. Picked up so lozenges at a store and then headed back home. I had dinner and was doing my homework until Baby called. So I'm just going to wait for his text now and off to sleep.

Things aren't pretty bad. I think it's a pretty good thing for me to know how to depend on myself. I'm probably going to Baby's place tomorrow after school to pick up some climb stuff and also see him mother. Then going for a jog with my Dad and Sis in the evening, but that shall depend on my sickness. Dad says I should get the tonsils removed but I don't think I'm ready. I've seen a simulated video of the surgery and it's a bit scary. Sigh. I've already made plans for Saturday... but I just wised Baby could be there. I guess I'm all done here. Night :)