Just got back from the Odd Couple, and I have a humongous headache. NOT because of the play, because the play was great and the socialising thereafter was also great. I got asked by some RI juvenile whether I was Hadri's girlfriend... what a thought! I'm pretty sure it wasn't a serious question, thank god. =P Bernie's present *ahem* was also fun, although thankfully I saw very little of it, what little of it there is to see. It lived up to its silkiness... was sliding around inside the box so I only got a vague glimpse past the tape which reminded me of censor tape for some reason. Is there such a thing as censor tape?

Oh and we whined to Mrs Perry afterwards, about the fantastic sets and how we want fantastic sets for RJ too. And she says we can do it next year, so good :) I will look into having the current flats painted atleast.

Headache - probably a lethal combination of too much work, too little sleep, too much contacts-wearing, too much computer-staring (hey that rhymes!!!). Let me complain - I haven't started my overdue E Hist essay yet, let alone handed it in, and I have a music exam Monday morning that I'm severely underprepared for, and I also have to settle a 101 things for Lysistrata before I leave.

CIP camp was a really interesting experience. I made friends with this really adorable kid who has attention deficit disorder, and he was really really cute and funny until he was looking at my camera and turned the turning thing too far and there was this cracking noise, and I snatched it away and the thing was now turning the wrong way but thankfully the camera was still working fine. And later on I gingerly forced it to turn the right way, so now it's fine but just that you can see that the turning thing is slightly out, and it doesn't turn as smoothly as it used to. Anyway, after that I stuffed the camera in my bag and didn't take it out again. I was pretty upset. But the kid's still damn sweet, and was asking me if I could give him some toys and stuff, and I really want to, because it's shitty that my brother has boxes and boxes of toys that he doesn't touch anymore, and there's this little kid who doesn't have money for toys. He was telling me that his mother doesn't have money, she only has 20 dollars, and he doesn't have money. And later he was saying that he wanted more food because he was hungry and he really liked the Macdonald's food whereas half the volunteers had been complaining that the burgers tasted shitty. Puts things into perspective. I'm volunteering to follow up with the kids.

But I was majorly sleepy the whole day, so now I'm going to send myself to bed before midnight - first time this early in a long time. Tomorrow I have to wake up early and mug for music exam. My mum says that if I do then I can go for lunch with them, cos they're going with some friends to some place at Clarke Quay i think, and i won't have any company because all the younger-generation of that group are boys who are younger than me. However the food will be good, so the lunch offer is attractive.

The rest of my family is in the den discussing their New Zealand trip. I feel left out =[
I can't wait for London!

Anyway, goodnight all!