and let the pieces fall out between my fingers.

camp was okay. but i just had this really really really depressing realisation that my skills are turning into dust. i used to be able to send spike balls straight where i want it to. now im fighting to even hit it up. i used to be able to dig straight. now i can't.

DEPRESSING DEPRESSING.

i've got this stupid seminar to attend tomorrow. something about mind maps. which i NEVER USE. argh, i'll go there and sleep. and waste rm120. yes, i will.

OMG BRUNO MARS IS THE BOMB. (: i smell another obsession soon.

hong wen yang is having my slippers. he exchanged his slippers with mine, and i ended up having to wear his slippers home. ah, whatever lah. and oh yeahh i went home right before those peoplee at camp had to rush to the toilet like complete MAD COWSS to bathe. and i bet skipping the bath is not an option. everyone probably got grass in their underwear. and the occasional worm too (:

for me, i took a nice long bath in my bathroom with heated water and unlimited soap so i washed my hair twice to get all the grass out. and then i had a nice dinner on a table with a CHAIR too. TEHEE, EAT THAT, PEOPLE AT CAMP ;D

my sister's going back tomorrow. ):