I am now waiting for Jerome's phone call and hoping against hope that I don't have to book in tonight. It has been such a long and tiring week...and I am yearning for a little bit of rest before Sunday's marathon.

*Haiz* ...it seems that the dark and uninviting isle of Pulau Tekong has not changed since the last time I left its demonic shores. The mosquitoes are as pugnacious as ever...and the sandflies are just as eager to stick their horrid mandibles into the underlying layers of your epidermis.

Ironically, our habour for the whole adventure was a dank and decrepit little house in the middle of a thick morass of primary vegetation...We had voluminous cobwebs for curtains and thick veneers of dust on the floor for house rugs....The house pets were some temperamental wasps and praying mantis....yupz, no sign of any cuddly Jack Russels here. My detachment committed the unforgivable sin of not drawing safari beds...As a result, all of us had to spend three uncomfortable nights with the floor as our bed.

The exercise was fairly uneventful...but I did manage to learn a few things. Firstly, the new S3 is a super-nice officer...and secondly, 622 SIR is a horrid place to do your ICT in...

k, 'nuff said about the Tekong Ex, lest some jealous co-worker reports my name to higher authorities and I get charged for divulging SAF's secrets...haha. Actually, the best-kept secret of the SAF is a roti prata stall...but my lips are sealed and I am not going to say which camp's canteen the sacred stall is located in..haha

Went for the second round of Jardine's Scholarship Interview today...Totally burnt by the interviewers...was at a total loss when asked what aspect of the Singaporean Legal System I would like to change and why...I was being really contradictory about the things that I said and I kept on repeating my points...worse, I realise that I have the habit of stuttering when confronted by a pair of beautiful women...It was so intimidating...they were so urbane and classy that I could not help but feel small...and both of them were taller than me...The third interviewer was the matronly Miss Loh...a roly-poly kind of woman who was infinitely less intimidating than the other two.

I really hope that some wild miracle takes place and I make it to round three...Gotta close my eyes and pray very hard now...will you pray for me? More people more effective mah! hahaha