YSaturday, September 10, 2005
yoyoyoy! i simply love my camp nowadays.. (though i still disapprove of many people inside, but who cares..) ya, as i was saying, i love my camp, the dogs that roam the parade square when there are no vehicles, the moths and butterflies that keep flying into the fluorenscent lights, the occasional snakes that lie in the middle of the road, the squirrels which our own trainers caught in the trg ground, ya and the endless trail of ants in the toilet cubicles to keep u occupied while u are doing business, small or big. and now, chicken de' cruella.
one fine day as i was walking into camp late as usual, i saw a suspicious figure prowling along the sides of my parade square. on twos and with much pride, it was Cruella! (machiam she is the RSM of my camp) i ran towards her, stomping the ground. HAHAHA! den i saw my office door opened, out came anthony chua, yawning, den he smiled, matching the glint of insanity as our eyes met, we grinned at one another, nodding furiously with our tongue hanging out. we ran off in the direction of that clueless cruella, blocking her route of escape whenever she fluttered to another direction. we had only one place to guide her into... our office, the resource room!
and poof! in she went.. we had a hard time taming that chic, it hid under tables and in between the library shelves in my office, squeezing thru one shelve as we detoured here and there. Well, we subdued her alright. BUT damn! she walks arnd resource room like she the queen of the room, poot poot everywhere except her enclosure. haha, suddenly my resource room became the centre of attraction, where many poped by and ask "where's the chicken?" haha..
*quote from my colleague ewan 'NS, eplore the possibilities in life'
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