spent the last 30 minutes trying to figure out this blogging thing. Changed the template. Would really like to create my own styles but I don't have the time and I'm not sure how to go about doing it. I already have problems trying to figure out how to include this little "comments" part at the end of each blog so that people can praise me if they want to.

Evidence that my brother has molested my printer : the little bright-yellow cloth that sheilds my printer's modesty is misplaced! I hate it when my things are used and not put-back-in-its-proper-place. I hate it when my things are taken and used and not returned. Don't get me wrong, I'm only like this towards my brother. (because he's the only one who does this to me!) Don't get me wrong, I do love my brother.

Listening to "Careless Whisper" on Kazaa now. A true Oldie Goldie. George Michael crooning about never dancing again against the soothing and very romantic saxophone...beautiful...

Songs have this effect to transport you back in time, to send you back to where they left a mark in your memories. I can get so "into" a song that I can weep when I listen to it. Have not done that for a long time, though. Sometimes I just want to spend the whole day sitting back listening to these songs and just let my mind float back to those days. But hey, got to snap back cos life is not about living in the past but looking to the future.

Things to do :
(1) Clean room
(2) Pack bag for camp
(3) Fold my clothes
(4) Prepare stuff for camp
(5) Call Ian (how to get to the campsite?)
(6) Decide what to wear for choir concert tonight
(7) Find the nest and kill the red ants living on my table

My jaw is aching.....