fever you just can't sweat out:

(I'm sick.)

Well today I went home alone and while I was casting my eyes around the bus I came across a large blue plastic bag bundle on the floor.

Though highly unlikely, I wondered if it could be a bomb.

On my bus.

Then I wondered what I would do if it was a bomb.

Which is a very strange train of thought, but if you know me you'd be used to it.

A bunch of secondary school boys (who were, and I was pleasantly surprised, quite goodlooking) stepped gingerly over the bag and tried to look at the suspicious contents.

But it was wrapped up in many plastic bags.

So they just left it there and continued their chat.

Then I wondered what would happen if it were a bomb. Of course, we'd all be blown to bits and Singapore would have lost goodlooking teenage boys-

Excuse me. I know I sound paedophilic, but that's just how I am. News. Speaking of goodlooking boys Ann and I were going nuts at the American Club (we had dinner there on sunday) because of all the mixedblood-ers wandering around the buffet table and they are just SO VERY goodlooking despite being what, eight?

...

As I was saying.

I realised there were a lot of young people on the bus. Students clutching biology textbooks and student diaries and stacks of worksheets. An adorable Malay boy asleep on his mother's shoulder. Girls with pictures of their favourite Taiwanese/Japanese idols plastered all over their math files (I suppose this is incentive).

Of course I couldn't help but think of all the things I would do if there really were a bomb on the bus.

There were obviously the typical things:

1. Call family - my mother would actually flip many times. And not hang up the phone, so I can't call anyone else.

2. Call friends - Not that my mother would actually hang up in time before the bomb goes off. But I would call Yici and tell her that she needn't worry about being annoyed by me anymore then she perhaps would be finally regretting the daily insults she throws at me (save for birthdays).

3. Call dog - If that's possible.

4. Call brother - he's currently residing in Sydney. So that'll have to be done.

Then again there are the non-typical things:

5. Snog the cute guys on the bus because I refuse to get blown up into bits without ever making out. Especially in public.

6. Tell everyone that I'm going to be the next Singapore Idol- and prove it, by singing 'Stairway to Heaven'.

7. Climb on the bus handrails because that's always been something I've wanted to do, yet never done (for obvious reasons).

8. Make faces through the back window of the bus.

There you go.

I'm sorry if this post is a little rambly, but the fever has obviously fried my brain.