As much as i hate to grouse, (and that is ironic when i say it because i secretly enjoy grousing as it makes me a sympathetickier person with an imaginative vocabulary) i have to say that i've been letting army kill my life.

I read other people's blogs and i go... wow. wouldn't it be great to have a life like that. I believe i'm suffering from life-envy disorder. Doctor, doctor, i want to come home.

the prison gate closed behind him. It wasn't an ominous slam, but a well-oiled whisper of bars sliding shut and a soft 'click' of the bolt.

He was home.

Ah! The cabaret!

Three words - Neptune Theatre Restaurant.

The only legal cabaret in Singapore so far, and boy -

it always pays to have low expectations - they're always exceeded.

And when it's $70 dollars and compulsory -

( JJJ: Don't want to go lah! Just don't pay lor, they can't force you to go. It's supposed to be optional what... just say no money lor...then don't go...
2 days later, JJJ is doing Guard duty on Saturday. Those who didn't go for the optional dinner all did guard duty over the weekend - i guess you could say it WAS optional - either you opt to go to the dinner, or opt for guard duty! haw! but i don't think J3 would find that funny.)

- you better enjoy it for your money's worth.

It's red and bumpy and oh so itchy. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!