"Sarrraahhhhhh, you'reee like..... de bessssssttt coaaaachhhhh"
That.  Was said by the drunk 15 year old I just put to bed.  Yes.  15 year old. Drunk on vodka.  Put him to bed.

It's 2.24am here at the Bungalows--and my (eventful) evening has just ended.  I hope.

Today I....
1) Caught two girls with a boy locked together in Bungalow.  Flustered and very nervous when I opened the door.
2) Busted one of the same girls, with another boy later in the same Bungalow, behind closed doors.
3) Confiscated a stack of playboy cards.
4) Screamed at a French kid who refused to pick up an empty bottle of water, but kicked it away instead.
5) Couldn't find a boy and a girl during roll call, because they were off somewhere bonking their brains out.
6) Stepped out at 2am to shouts from the other side of the bungalows.  A kid had gotten drunk on too much booze and was acting like a wired chicken, running up and down the rows of bungalows.  All the other boys had come out of their bungalows to see and were cackling like excited geese.  By the time I got there, he had climbed back into bed and was yammering absolute nonsense--in true drunken-chicken style (whatever the hell that means).  I dragged him out of bed, and slapped him awake.  Made him wash his face with ice cold water, then drink a whole bottle of water to help flush the alcohol out.  I slapped him a couple more times to sober him up, then told him to shut up and go to sleep.  He was grinning at me the whole time!

Quite funny lah, but it's also tiring.  It's at times like these I wonder how God really has bigger plans for me.