It's the Go Green Day, a community event TJC holds annually. Well, looking on the whole, it's definitely a commendable effort to sustain such event in the busy schedule, as well as to provide a platform to promote environment-consciousness, it's genuinely a tiresome affair. House Committee guys were assigened the role of a navigator (someone who sits in the truck with the driver to collect the newspaper each classes had collected from the block and deliver them to the dumping area). It sure looked like an easy task, but the key word here is "looked", and that word is a past tense. Meaning, when we did the actual thing, it was no where near easy job, not even the look. 

But we were fortunate enough to get an open-aired truck, so me and Theen camwhored a little in at the back. It surely felt comfortable to be brushed by the natural wind, rather than those artificial ones from air con and alike devices. Anyway, this totally reflected the calmness before a storm, an omen to something no one would expect. Many other people were so sore towards our selection to become navigators, because they deemed that to be the ultimate slack job. Haha, but the truth was yet to be revealed. First location saw us moving a-third loadful of newspaper and clothing up the back, and it was only the most 3 trips before we had to unload our collection at the central unloading area. I prefer unloading paper, because basically we jsut throw. One of the unloading sessions gave me 2 big bumps on each side of my head, leaving me dizzy even until now. Argh! I got a baluku (swollen lump)! Daphne's cg got to leave at around 11+, and subsequently many other classes left. Think again, is navigator really a slack job? The back hurts from multiple bendings, up and down, down and up, boarding and unboarding the truck, loading and unloading the contents. 2 people emptying and transporting the collection of 3 cgs, that is approximately 15 blocks, and approximately the job of 45 people. Haha, say we slack one more time?

At night, sister and family came back home for reunion dinner. They will be going back to malaysia to have their reunion dinner with her in-laws, hence such arrangement. I was feeling kind that night, so I brought the elder nephew of mine up (he was punished by the parents to remain downstairs). Nevertheless, I made the younger one cry (he hit me). Adults tend to always side the younger ones (no wonder the elder ones always feel sore. I'm so gonna be fair to my own children next time!). Dinner was fine (I had bak kut teh, but I don't like Bak kut, so I just drink the teh=P). Conclusion: pork will never enter my good list!

Had some games with the kids, playing with them "simon says", "chucky chucky bang bang", "scissors, paper, stone",  "um chi chi", and many more. And one more thing- I realise I can really nag. Well, that's really for their own good. Since there got no alternative, they could only listen. I think such talks are really good for kids growth. There was once when I told them to resolve conflicts with peaceful solutions (no violence). The young one did offended the older one, so I asked him to apologise. When the old one rejected, I asked him to persist, and not get impatient. Guess what he did? He turned the brother's head by force and kissed him on the lips! Haha! I had a good laugh! By the way, one of them is 4 this year, and the other 10=)

Been writing the black book for the entire night. Well well, I think it's really nice. Glad you like it faith=)

Cute nephews reunion=)