A good part of yesterday was largely spent on recce-ing. Yesh, we actually did that, but then I suppose when it appears that you have done your homework, it just shows how much the thing means to ya, ya?* Onto Ah Pek, going out with him is like tickling myself. He is so full of jokes that you laugh and smile and laugh. Then the face cramps up and you don't feel like laughing anymore but he is so good at it. Then some jokes get repeated or overlap and it gets less funny, but it's still funny and you gotta smile, although less vigoriously, but you wish you could get a break from all this smiling because your face's all cramped up and you simply feel like crying. What the hell? But it still beats reading tax. Argh! *Hell, I'm starting to talk like her, ya?