Packing is such a chore. Seriously. For one it's boring, which really takes the edge off the fact that you're packing for a trip, and it's also annoying to discover that the orientation and house shirts you've been continuously wearing for the past year (cause they're at the top of the pile, and after I wear and wash them guess where I put them? At the top of the pile) are neither formal nor warm nor anything enough to wear outside the house.

As melmel says, packing for camps is fun. Because what you do pack then are the orientation and house shirts and the fbts, and I have more of those than i have jeans. It's the packing for clothes that you wear when you're not sweaty, stinky and grimy that's the problem.

And I've discovered that majority of my clothes come in green, black and white. I'm that loyally rafflesian, apparently. That and there's a whole bunch of clothes in a disgusting and embarrassing colour (read: pink) and more embarrassingly low cuts that I've sworn never to touch with a ten foot barge pole unless er. Wait. No unless. I swear never to touch them with a ten foot barge pole. Period.

So currently my clothes pile follows a very dominant theme of greenblackwhite with random dashes of blue (pjs) and red (my pooh shirt which I totally adore) and a very small dash of pink words on my white shirt and er more blue. Cause I couldn't get that bright orange jacket I wanted. ):

I hate packing woes. PLUS that stupid sharm backed out after she was supposed to return me my jeans, so I lack jeans too. Bloody hell. If you see popsicle lich in 2 weeks you know what happened.

And oh for those who pass by school, check out the new WG board! It's beside the gym board. Yayy I feel proud of lickie bel and me. XD