Why, God, why?
It’s been so long.
I realise this is my first post as a real lawyer.
(What an inane observation, Rachel.)
Anyway I am exhausted.
Work is exhausting.
I am going to sleep.
Screw this blogging shit.
One more week one more week one more week!
That’s all my brain is saying right now.
ONE MORE WEEK.
The Father decided to explore the wonderful world of Facebook today.
In furtherance thereof, I was bombarded with the following questions upon my return home at 11.30pm:
F: What is poke ah?
Me: Uh. Why don’t you just ignore that function for now.
F: But I want to know what is poke.
Me: No need la. U just needed to see your messages right? And the pics?
F: Nono tell me what is this poke? Poke got message one anot?
Me: No la poke no message one.
F: SOOOO what is poke???
Me: (-.-) It’s a function to disturb people. No meaning one.
F: Oh. (thinks) So who can I poke?
Me: Your friends la.
F: How to see my poke?
Me: (halfway up the stairs) I think it’s either in the profile or the home page.
F: (clicks and scrolls) Don’t have leh. (looks at me beseechingly)
Me: (*sighs* walks down to check) Maybe you were poked too long ago la.
1. Wakeboarding. The feeling is frigging awesome. It’s the closest I can get to the rush of skiing or snowmobiling in sultry Singapore.
Photo courtesy of the very expert WJ, who was leaping around the waves like some water ninja. WJ u were awsumpossumz.
2. Name on door. I haz achieved it. HAHAHA.
I know it’s a very matter-of-course thing to have our name on the door, but IT MAKES ME EXCITED NONETHELESS.
Yesyes I am quite the idiot. I however remain wholly unapologetic for my idiocy. :D