Field Trip To Left Field...

Fartz left for her school's science field trip Saturday night as I jam-packed my evening trying to kill three birds with one stone. Actually, I was aiming for four birds but something else came up. And that something else can also be pegged as sleep.

By the way, that field trip Fartz is currently embarking on?? It ain't your orthodoxical dose of milkfarms and hydroponic plants, aye. The girl is currently basking in the cool temperatures of Fukuoka, Japan. Albeit the summer season, everyone knows anywhere else is cooler than our shithole called Singapore.

For the life of me I can't even remember the field trips my school organized for us when I was 15. The most memorable one was of course, our customary Secondary 3 camp at Sarimbun where we actually enjoyed throwing mud at each other. Other than that, water plant?? Zoo?? Yeah, they must've been sucky places else I would've remembered.

So move over band camps, military camps and counsellor camps, this camp beats it all by a milestone.

The most messed up thing is that a day after she comes home from her trip, we'll be driving out for a week's getaway.

I'm not even sure if I'm going. I told myself, if I can't hit 1,000 words on my two essays by the end of this week, I would chain myself at home and abandon even the remotest thoughts of enjoying myself snorkelling in the sun-streaked warm waters of Perhentian Island or snuggling into my jacket in the chilly air of Cameron Highlands or faking a top-of-my-lungs scream as we plummet down one of Genting Highland's pooh-pooh rollercoasters.

None of that AT ALL.

Oh, screw it. I'll probably bring Dean along and end up not using him at all.

Laterz...
Lenny