Way past bedtime

Okay, that was tiring but I suppose it'll pay off eventually. Managed to retrieve and upload quite a number of my old poems onto this new blogspot thingy. Now I can finally throw away all those scraps of grimy paper I used to scribble on. Haven't written anything for a long while I've quite forgotten what it's like to feel the words flowing through your veins. I wonder when I'll start writing again. And whether I should finally begin on my short stories or stick to poetry. Smsed some closer colleagues whom I hope might be interested in reading some of them but I wonder if they'll get anything out of them obscure and whimsical bits. Sigh. So much for postmodernism - we don't understand anything we do at all.

I'm roughly four hours past my bedtime and cursed with a bio-clock that'll still wake me up somewhat imprecisely before eight - urk. Good thing the kids will handle the whole barbeque and chalet tomorrow; I don't care if they burn all the food - the Changi Village nasi lemak is just a short walk away heh. I still kinda wish there was a female adult to help me chaperone - the parents and kids may trust me but I don't trust them! They may rape me! Especially if they make me play LAN games or PS2. I hope they don't try to get into too much trouble for me to get them out of...