While I surf blogs on the Net it usually makes me jealous.

Some usual thoughts:

- Some are talking about how they should have bought their DSLR on the ROCs trip and I'm thinking to myself, I don't even have a camera, and they're complaining because they brought their digicam instead of their DSLR?

- People who are bitching about their heavy workload next year when they got into Triple Science, and here I am wondering how much more of my brain I should have exploded to get into Triple Science, instead of missing the fricking 70 average by 4 points. Which means my entire dream of dissecting bodies ten or fifteen years down the road is, well, down the fricking drain.

Okay so that's two. And it's damned tiring trying to please every single person in some damned primary school Christian camp, when the kids in your group are busy flicking you with their fingers and taunting you for being short (148 cm!) and when you tell them off or grab their hands to stop them from flicking you, they start punching and hitting you.

It's also damned tiring when you're trying to read your Asian Geog Taboo edition in peace before all activities start, and some little bitch-in-training Primary One student grabs it out of your hands to look at the slightly gruesome pictures. It's also pissing me off when she bugs me for stuff I'm not obliged to do, like supply her with piece of paper after paper and pen after pen. I'm not obliged to play bloody Hangman with her either.

Forget 'being with the kids'. I'm not signing up for the suicide camp next year. They can do without me. I don't care anymore.

On a brighter note, tomorrow's the last bloody day of that hell. Whoop-de-doo. Now if only I could just not turn up.