Weeewoooww. Even i am left wondering where all my blogging juices have leaked to.

I cant remember the last time i had to commentate on my-life-so-far kinda posts. For all i know its been really long since i had the urge to write about my daily perks. Alfresco style. So right now let me try to dish out what's skimming on the top of my head.

As of today, for the first time i've seen so far, oscar chia eu hock is officially grounded for a week. Everybody hates being grounded, its like having your wings clipped, as for me, i shouldn't have a right on depicting how life is when someone is being grounded because personally, i've had the priviliege of not being grounded before. But i do know the psychological effects of taking away a person's freedom for a certain period of time, sigh, hell who knows what it'll do to a dog!?

The funny thing is the fact that we're trying to actually ground a dog. For a reason, ground sounds more refering to bury, but nah, ground as in tied to a leash thats tied to a grill kinda ground with possibly 2 meals a day. Unfortunately for him, means that we will be curbing his late night maraudings to who knows where, and he will not be able to practise any of his dash-out-the-gate-at-the-very-last-gap skills. Fortunately for us, we wont have to stay up to 2 in the morning just to open the gate for him to trud in or embark in any of those search and rescue missions. Yet its still funny to punish something as goofy as oscar knowing that its not of any use, lets just hope it DOES teach him that he is much cuter and safer prancing around grandma's bougainvilleas than getting his ass kicked by bigger dogs and coming back limping. Nuff said.

Last friday was prefect's installation! Or was it graduation? Retirement? Retirement sounds more ideal to me because it makes someone seem so old and wisdom-ful, whereas graduation sounds so pop-candy like sweet valley-ish. I dont know. They both mean almost the same anyway, which means end of a tenure, the maturity of a process, the completion of a self-fulfilling journey. Whatever it is, 4 and half long years of constant worry about dirtying my white pants, swimming in the marroon blazers with ahemm, shoulder pads. Sometime during my duration as a prefect, i have thought of resigning, but letting go of all i've hoped for as a fat boy back in primary school (because i was never chosen despite my beefy hands waving frantically in the air) and the authority over *cough* humanely students was something i found difficult to initiate. And so i've held on after so much peer pressure and missing times as a normal student with short sleeves, olive (or navy green?) pants and north stars. Being a prefect has certainly opened me up to a whole new experience of leadership, examplery and authority which was never taught to me as a fat kid back in puay chai.

I have my certificate of appreciation from the school, i have gone through a considerable amount of meetings with mr. allen for disciplinary offences and managing out unscathed for 4 years with only 2 warnings, and i was given the chance to finally perform on installation day, even more so on the drums and in a band. You can say it was a finale.

Cyclophobia. Fear of bi/motor cycles. Given the rising amount of snatch thefts around PJ (with an average of 2 snatch thefts every 3 days)(according to grandma's gossips), it is hard to ignore this phobia. We are often left asking what can we actually do to stop people from being ambushed by scrawny low-lives while walking. The fear now is not whether how much they'll take or if they're having a knife or gun, its whether they have their sanity. Being robbed is one thing, being slashed BEFORE being robbed is another. The upcoming tactics are to immobilize the victim before searching through their bodies, which is why they'll cause grevious harm before taking anything and that evolution from mere snatch and run thieves are certainly very worrying. I admit i'm a pussy when it comes to me walking and motorcycles.

NO~~~ the police ARE doing their jobs. I think.

Jinny