I miss Bangladesh

They said do a serious face. No one really did. Must say - my serious face is kick ass... :) (by the way - if you didn't know the guy next to me is my pathetic excuse for a brother)

Well I'm back (I've been back since Sunday but never really blogged).

Yes it was fun and yes I really fucking miss the place. I never really thought I would. Well I did but I tried to think that I wouldn’t. Guess I thought it would be easier to move on. It isn’t – I want to go back with the whole lot. I miss the daily routine – it was so laid back and we went out every day either playing pool or shopping or just chilling somewhere. I think badminton’s the new national sport now cause we made a freaking court and played till 3am in the freezing cold (10-15 degrees). Spent nights with special, very good looking people from around the place and met a lot of people. I’m sitting here listening to all the songs I listened to there – especially apologize by Timbaland which we used to fall asleep to and all the bhangra tracks we danced to. And here I am, wondering why I miss Bangladesh so much. I want to cry!

UPDATE: It wasn't all fun and games. I did get hurt more times than I was expecting. I was expecting it - shouldn't be troubled about it right?

Well here’s a slap on the face, IB is back. Now I have a lab report for tomorrow, a test for French and a pre-lab for a teacher who won’t be coming back. Mr. Hanley won’t be returning and so we have a new teacher Ms. Read who we haven’t met yet. I want to dig a whole and just sit there and cry because my room is too big to cry in. Maybe I should stick myself under covers instead…