OK, B.I.G. was my nightmare, but once I’d been, surprisingly, I enjoy it! B.I.G. stands for Bina Insan Guru, some sort of outbound camp, used to be very dangerous and ‘Survivor’ type for those my seniors, but they modified it, ‘cause ‘something’ happened. Now, no more flying fox, no more sitting in the middle of the jungle in the midnight with only some ‘sulfur’ surrounding you. First day, we were sent to the camp site by BUS (I thought we need to walk) to Tg. Sedili, somewhere near Kota Tinggi, Johor. Then, we set up our camp. The funniest part was one lecturer asked us to nail our camp, another said don’t. Later, we didn’t nail our camp, the lecturer who said ‘must’ came around, then scolded us. So, life in college, being scolded and ‘Smile’. Plus, every meal since we arrived at the campsite was cooked by everyone of us, in turns. But three groups of Majoring Mandarin plus one group of Majoring English had good cooks among us! The 4 days 3 nights there, I ate the best meal ever sinc...
