back from lunch. Was thinking whether to go straight to west mall or come home to settle some camp stuff. Ian called while I was on the bus, getting off the bus, crossing the road, walking to my block, getting into the lift, walking along the corridor, opening my door, taking my shoes off, walking to my room, switching on my computer and connecting onto the net!!!! ALL the way!! Call Duration : 16min46sec. I should send him my bill. Right?

Having pre-camp blues (already). I always get it! Stress on the night (now, even the day too) before the camp. 3 and a half years of experience of speaking to large numbers of people does not help the least bit in making me feel less jittery about having to speak to so many people tomorrow. Plus I foresee hiccups. Major ones. But hey, I'm not the camp commandant ... *pushes away all responsibility, heaves sigh of relieve, begins gloating*......*hiak hiak hiak*

(1) I have cleaned my room.
(2) I have packed my bag for the camp.
(3) My clothes are still lying on mummy's bed. (to my delight, dear mummy has folded them!)
(4) I have prepared the stuff for the camp (almost all).
(5) Ian called (as explained in detail above).
(6) I am already wearing what I have decided to wear for the choir concert tonight.
(7) Good news, resident red ants!!....you have one more weekend of fun exploring my table...

feel accomplished....

J just messaged. Seeing him after dinner!!! *dances around the room*
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*knocks against cupboard, falls in a heap on the floor*
*gets up*
*posts this up for you, the avid reader of my blog (thank you, thank you), to read*