Sigh. The sound of music along the corridors of our bunks. Its always awesome how every single time I walk from one end of our corridor to the other, there're segregated portions of space to walk through. Its like entering and exiting different phases of high. Or should I say, going through the different categories of playlist that suit the different people playing them.
Sigh. Because as much as I love freedom, I love these guys. Sigh. Because there's only one week left.