I'm leaving on a jet plane, baby.

"Local medicine disruption scheme...refer to routine order."

That sent me rushing to the company office after that to check out what was with the scheme...and as it turns out, I'm getting disrupted! YIPPEE. That means all the driving lessons, tennis lessons, tuition (to earn my keep 'cause dad is insistent about *weaning* me off his list of dependents), piano lessons can start a-planning already. Hooray! All that's left is to collect the forms from the manpower officer and sign them by 13th June before I pat myself on the back for a job well done.

I've been outfield the whole of the past week. Mosquitoes are absolutely ravenous, I tell you. There's no stopping them from sucking your blood dry when you're out there. My friend swore he saw a mosquito land on his mosquito coil - and still bloody blasted survive to suck a few more pints of his blood. Gee! Ferocious little bugs, they are. My hands are already ravaged by those puny little buggers. Red spots all over.

And I'm going to be outfield for the next two weeks. -.-''' Seriously, what on earth did I do wrong to deserve this?

I think I'll still stick to my mosquito coils and insect repellent. One can never be too safe.