There's something seriously wrong with this school.

11 calls, 12 sms since 7am in the morning. That's not counting yesterday's. All calls show there's no communication amongst staff, no cooperation and system in place in a school which they pride themselves as "running on excellence."

Which part of "HOME QUARANTINE" do they not understand? Are there other meanings to I'M SICK? IF there IS, I'm NOT aware of it. Enlightenment me PLEASE. If not, sick patients requires UNDISTURBED REST! Not updates every half an hour.

These people call themselves educators. On what?

Bachelor of Disturbing Patients.
Bachelor of Being Staff from Hell.
Bachelor on Lets-dig-the-sick-staff-from-sleep-and-ask-them-to-do-work.

Another call and I'll scream into the phone, I swear.

I'll scream till no voice is left to me. I'll scream till my vocal chords break. I'll scream till the whole block hears me. I'll scream till the police knocks on my door.

It's not a threat. It's a fact.

Its been a long time.

Application for leave has been submitted but not approved. DEPRESSION spelt in caps all the way. But wallowing in self pity is plain boring after the initial petting by everybody.

Optimism has never come in more handy in life. After all the crying, its time to stick out the guns and fire away the bitches.

Oh work!

Hongkong was a fantastic retreat! Dim Sum and food will never be the same again. For the same price we pay in Singapore, we get an extra large bowl of noodles with REAL MEAT N PRAWNS in Hongkong. Our minute servings just makes me appreciate foreign cultural food more. And that is not speaking of beef brisket yet. Get me started on that and my keyboard will be flooded at the end of the sentence.

Food aside, the sassy women's presence are always accompanied by their super loud talkings. I dont wonder there's no need for loudspeakers when doing promotions. Moving to the males, MAngo got it best. "I dont want a Singaporean man, I want a hongkie." Walking from one end of the street to the other end doesnt ever happen without "Mr Reynooolds, you're sooo FIne!"

On the surface, its pure bimbo talk. But it helped me ease off all horrible environment I've suffered for months and made me realise I need my baby more than I thought.

All these while of being together for everyday makes me take things for granted.Time apart does wonders. :)

And this time round, I'm back for good, Baby :)