The girls’ camp was nothing like what I imagined. I almost cried at the end, when it was time to say goodbye.
At first, I dreaded the camp. The amount of work that I had to do? It couldn’t possibly be worth it.
But it was. And more.
I thought it would be 3 days of babysitting and molly-coddling 20 little girls, but they probably taught me as much as I taught them.
Anyway, I’m back in Singapore now. 6 more days, and I leave again for Hong Kong.
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Sometimes, I wish I could shut my mind off like a faucet.
It gets particularly irritating because I’m very sure that I’m over-analysing again.
As I always do.
Which is AWESOME. –.–”
I should just shut my eyes and run through the fire.
Hopefully, I don’t get that burnt.
