I was supposed to be catching up on some rest, since I haven't had much due to the 2 back-to-back camps which lasted for 6 days, but I ended up staying up thinking too much and taking stupid pictures of myself in my embarrassing My Melody PJs at 230AM with a really shagged face. So attractive. So, without sufficient rest, I'm gonna jump into the showers and leave for the airport to catch my flight to Vietnam/Cambodia aka Vietbodia. I'm really excited to just have fun with my friends and hopefully there'll be some interesting stories to tell when I get back. The last week of camp was really really enjoyable, and that speaks a lot for someone who absolutely abhors school camps. I met loads of cool people and it helped to mend a little of my heart. Wow, that sounded really over-dramatic and cliche. But really, it did help a lot. But, me being me, browsed through some pictures and I can feel the pain inching its way back. I'm hoping this Vietbodia trip would do some major healing. Looks like it's gonna be a long road to recovery isn't it? I don't know, nothing I'm saying now is making an sort of sense, so I'm gonna go now and I'll be back in a week.

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