It's 3am and i'm too full to sleep. I angrily ate a delicious bowl of wanton mee at changi V and didn't enjoy myself at all because i was mad that my extended family - either the entire group of them or my brother - always has to tag along when i want to be alone with my father. So i came home and wolfed down bowls of cornflakes and waffle crisps and satisifed my junk food urges. And to reward myself i ate some laksa and roti prata because i was so relieved when i checked my results. So this episode of binge eating was not for nothing i suppose 
I was at Bintan for the past 3 days on a cycling expedition. It turned out that the terrain was not meant for novice cyclists. Darren negated to tell us that the guy whom he spoke to was a veteran triathelete. There were a zillion uphills and downhills i was spent at the 10km mark. Whatever it is, we covered 50km and MJ refused to continue (luckily) and hence, no more cycling. The company was great, the food was reasonable, but the accommodation - my gawd!!!!! My face is covered with 17 mosquito bites the last time i counted (which was a minute ago), i could cry. My FACE! And i have a nasty cut at my upper lip where the damned frisbee hit my NOSE. What the hell? I'm starting work bruised and cut and bitten. Not to mention, fat, because i weighed myself and i gained a kg despite not eating a lot at all. ARGH
My father sagely praised himself for being "quite liberal" because he didn't say a word when he found out that i was the only female on the trip. I actually asked several females but they rejected me outright. How like that?
The 1m by 1m cell called the toilet/bathroom was quite the horror. I can't describe my shock - what was worse? Was it when i first glimpsed that brown cockroach scurrying over my feet when i was in a compromising state of undress, or when i saw that the showerheads were brown with rust, or when i noticed that the ledges were covered with inches of bird shit? I don't know. The next day i decided to shower in a public toilet at the restaurent we had our dinner. And what a great move, because when i got back, the boys told me they discovered a bloody frog in the bathroom. A frog. I praised the Lord heartily and made my way upstairs, only to face the onslaught of bloodthirsty Indonesian mosquitoes. Oh, am i glad to be home.
Nevertheless, when all the bites have gone and my face is clear once more, i'm sure i would look back and feel good about having gone to Bintan. And i returned home to see the goodness of the Lord, that despite my numerous Cs and emotional fucked-ups, He ended my university education on a good note anyway. I'm so grateful, so relieved...thank You so much Lord.
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