Five of us, one tiny dorm loosely speaking without dining area or kitchen - a wooden hut. We slept on the floor with the bed sheets covering the woody floor. The girls suppose to come over for pillow talk but they bailed out during the last hours. No big deal.
The other four thought I was asleep initially but I was far from asleep. It is a night full of dirty secrets, a night like no others.
A night where one of the boys coined the term "bang bang, touch touch". We did zipline flying fox in the evening, just like in the movies where the heroes always did with their belt sliding down the copper string.
Boy 1 : Did you all bang bang touch touch during the flying fox?
All looked surprised because we have no idea about the new term he just used.
Boy 1 : "Accidentally" touches your partner, duh!
Whole room became havoc. After some interrogation without the torturing session, he revealed the unlucky girl. The room was chaotic again.
Boy number five screamed her name out loud due to disbelief, a not so wise move. It was middle of the night. We calmed him down after some admonishment.
Boy 1 opened the door and the unlucky girl was 50 meters away in a hut with her group of friends feeding the mosquito outside. A simple hunch would tell her we were talking about her, awkward.
My flying fox experience consists of me "flying" at 45 degrees and the girl beside me blurting some tricks so that I could glide straight like her. The last thing on my mind is to be a opportunistic touchy person.
The panorama from the top is going to last half a minute the most and to walk the modern bridge built with minimal wood and only two fairly thick metal strings for you to walk on just because I was distracted is not a sound move.
The late night conversation went on with girls, past relationships and studies being the focal point.
Among the conversation I remember vividly,
"I bet the girls are talking about us right now as well."
"You serious?"
"Girls talk about boys too, you are so naive."
"What?! Yours dumped you before your major exam as well? Haha. They sure do know how to pick the right moment to screw you"
And my one-itis. It was heart-2-heart for me and they tried to record what I said but to no success. It was also the very last time I felt so close to them.
Basically we classified the girl in our class as well and each of us has our own cup of girl. We talked about the coupling in our class, the conversation we overheard, the new sparks going on between couple-to-be and those who failed.
The good old days, those magical moments where you remember them for a very long time. You just bond with people during times like these, become so close to them that you would not even have thought of it at the beginning.
One of the boys uttered "smelly socks" during his sleep and apparently I was the only one who missed it.
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