The old 968778 productions: Guarddog

Not gonna post bout the camp today. Too tired and the post would be far too long. So this post would be about today.

Ok, first thing first. Happy Birthday 96! Sorry I can't come over your house to celebrate but next year! Will definitely celebrate your birthday with you next year. I think. Don't worry...you still have 80 years to live (96-16=80). The production team can surely celebrate your birthday on one of those 80 days.

On the way back from tuition this afternoon, I noticed for the first time just how beautiful my street was. Maybe it was the wind that awoke my senses or maybe I never really stopped and look at my street carefully. But for the first time ever, I was actually pleased with and proud of (I dunno why ok! Don't ask me why!) my neighbourhood. :S Then again, maybe the magnificent clouds made me stop walking and admire the street I lived in for the past 9 years or so for the first time I can ever remember. Ever since I was a kid, I loved to watch the clouds. I used to sit on the living room sofa when I was a kid and stare at the clouds, wishing it could take me to a far awar place that I had never been before. Hey, maybe this cloudwatching business was what caused me to be such a professional stoner :S I can still stop and stare at the clouds for hours at one go if I have the time now. The clouds just give me a sense of...adventure and freedom I guess. I used to imagine myself driving a truck down a highway and travelling all over the world. It will probably become reality though. Me travelling the whole world and all.

Anyways, today I had dinner at the Pizza Hut at Kovan. Felt pretty weird there though. The
waiters and waitresses were all barely around my age. Felt pretty awkward being served by them. Maybe it was their inexperience or something, but they served 2 servings of drumsticks when we'd ordered only one. Being the greedy pig my dad is (Just kidding, dad... :P), he refused to tell them of their mistake and gobbled up the drumsticks. I didn't eat any coz I was guilty-conscious. Thats the problem with me. I get guilty easily. An example is the ascend up the mountain to see the waterfall on the 3rd day of camp. I was holding an empty waterbottle and was having difficulties moving about because of it. However, I was too guilty to just throw it. Even though I was up in the MOUNTAINS in a RAINFOREST. Damn...my conscience.

On the way back, I noticed a police car that was parked at the same place for days. Think they finally found out about those racers. My neighbourhood has been a 'circuit' (if you wanna use that word...) for illegal races for quite a while now. Sitting in the living room at night, you can hear cars flashing past every hour or so. Almost got banged down by a racer while jogging with my dad a few years back. He was horning at us like a man gone berserk. Either he had place bets on himself...or he really regarded that race very importantly. Oh well...at least now the police know of their existence.

Gonna sleep in my dad's 'office' room today. I feel like I'm a guarddog on duty though (his 'office' room used to be part of our garden and has windows looking out to the porch and the street). Why am I sleeping there? I don't know...ask my parents...they asked me to. Probably won't be able to sleep, so I'm gonna do my PoA homework and stay online on MSN for the whole night.

By the way, if you wanna chat with us, as in the 968778 Productions Team, add us on MSN: 968778@live.com.sg

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Isn't my street a beauty? ;P