They f**king did it!

WARNING! This post is expletive expansive, and an exercise in prolific practice of the "f" word. NTU valedictorian Trinetta Chong, rapped for the effusive exuberance of her youthful years, ain't seen nothin' yet.

The f**king sun shone through the f**king window, and the f**king birds were chirping away in the f**king trees. There was hardly f**king time to polish off the f**king toast done to a f**king crisp by the f**king generic brand kitchen device - just to save a few f**king dollars because of the f**king inflation heading f**king north.

As usual, the f**king morning paper was full of f**king crap, 4 Tans and 1 K gunning for the f**king $4 million job opportunity. What the f**k! Another NSman died during some f**king navigation training. No wonder the f**king wimp of a scholar opted for f**king research instead of f**king field exercises. And rehired teachers get f**king 30 percent less for going back to work! Looks like the f**king re-employment law is another f**king scam for f**king slave labour. Plus the f**king CPF contribution for seniors is already f**king discounted!

It's almost a relief to f**king board the f**king crowded bus and head for the f**king office. At least the f**king chatter of the DJs on the f**king radio makes more f**king sense than the f**king newspaper. Then, as we rounded the f**king corner near f**king Botanic Gardens, through the dissipating veil of the dawn mist, we saw the young couple lying on a grassy slope, making love.