shi ting thinks she should go to bed. NOW.

I've been slping later and later and later. This is unhealthy. Not good not good.

And what the hell is the world coming to? What in the world is that?!!

What's wrong with u!!!!

The head says one thing. The heart says another.

I hate this blog post.

I really need to go to bed.

I said my first F-word

Said from the bottom of my heart, lungs, gall bladder.
With conviction, certainty and considerable amounts of pent up frustration.
And it gives a therapeutic relief.

It has nothing to do with the way I drive.
It's the downright STUPID way the Cathay carpark was built.
That a driver has to go through a STUPID driving test everytime he's there.
Now the car has a great big dent and catfight-like scratches.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. No, not the word.
"I HATE THE STUPID CATHAY CARPARK"

To Tekong

The island was far more welcoming that I expected it to be. The smiley army boy guide, comfortable bus ride, short and sweet tour of Falcon block and a taste of what the boys would eat at the canteen.

It almost makes me want to experience army life.

I cld feel the pulsating excitement of the teenage boys waiting to turn into men. (altho i'm sure some never do) And I anticipate my little brother learning to drop his spoilt, rude, ill-disciplined ways. Sis and I were sniggering to ourselves, going "yes, yes" when he was told to tuck in his shirt even before reaching tekong, at the ferry terminal.

Don't be mistaken, he's one boy I'm terribly proud of for many reasons. He just need some good old discipline. I imagine him going thru the obstacle course, doing sit-ups with the medicine ball, sleeping with 15 other bunkmates, making his own bed (for the first time in his life).

The energy searing thru the (in)famous island was infectious. The stories waiting to be told. The sweat and stress. The cries of victory. Such a great place.

Stupid bro, be a good boy and stay safe.