Exams, exams, exams... A few more weeks of suffering to go and then I'm done. Oh, and do you remember my National Service? Mum got sent a letter with my extension considering I am not in the country. However, there is a sneaky clause in it saying that if I don't do it, I will be prosecuted. How fun. Maybe I will never return and let the government wallow in frustration at their inability to capture the elusive me.

It's odd, I used to love camping during my heydays (Gawd, I sound old) but now when I think of the activities I would have to go through in military training, I am not consumed with euphoria (to put it lightly).

Anyways Agnes, here's a photo of the Luna Bar with half of the Twin Towers in the background, to appease your curiosity. When I look at the tropical surroundings, it reminds me of home and the life of comparative leisure I lead... sigh.