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Harvey Nichols, what were you thinking? The famous department store lent designer dresses to Wino to wear and return. Except that when they were returned, they were covered in vomit and green mold. Why are people vomiting on Amy? That's not nice.
One of these people does not look like the other. We have to save Amy!
Dear Amy,
I know you probably aren't looking for me and doubt you even realized I left. But after weeks of being on your foot, it just got to be too much. The late nights, the partying, the waking up in strange new locations every day. I just can't support that kind of free spirited lifestyle anymore. I remember the days when we use to walk in the park together and you occasionally got a pedicure. But I can no longer be a ballet slipper on a foot that has become so un-nimble. I will always miss your unpredictable nature.
Love always,
Your other shoe
The geek shall inherit the earth.
Schadenfreude is the sense of relief when you find there're others as screwed up as you.
I've this strange habit of deleting spam from my inbox so that the number of unread mail stays at 1666.
C'est la vie.
All else fail, your efforts are for nought, the longing grows to gargantuan proportions and consumes your every shred of being until you Are the unfinished story waiting for its denouement...
Now then, what do you do with the flotsam?
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Today I am going to talk about caprice - no, wait, I've just had a change of mind.
Which came first - the egg or the chicken? Recently, scientists are increasing of the opinion that really, a chicken is merely an egg's way of making another egg. Id est, the egg grew legs so nobody could step on them. I guess we, too, are the pawns in some universal embryonic conspiracy. So why did the chicken - or should I now call it the two-legged egg - cross the road? Maybe the brainiacs ought to look into that now.
Give me more time please.
It's 5am now and I'm gonna spend the first day of being 19 in the jungles.
Honestly, am sick of being lost after 19 years. Maybe it's my biological clock ticking but somewhere along the way don't we all just yearn for something more defined and less intermittent, less spontaneous?
Sorry, emo day.
I swear to all that I hold faith in that forever I shall abstain from the mention of Army-related content in conversation, unless requested to or stumbling upon one already ongoing, and even then, only with great reluctance. Because Army has sucked enough of my life without my bitching and whining about it. Besides, it's Not Allowed.
Realize now, though, that said update, being subject to this new criterion, can hardly be longer than one paragraph without either the inclusion of subject matters too personal to be of unscandalous general scrutiny or too cryptic to be of general interest. Who gives a fuck for the crowd's censure?
What makes a blog entry, anyway? Should I conform to the plebeian brand of pseudo-diary/itinerary style and bore my readers to death, or approach the themes with insights and revelations too intriguing to pass off as personal? I could right now scribe a whole post without reference to any real event and call this a blog, but only over my dead body.
It's just so obnoxiously me to have to self-internalize and self-rationalize everything I do.
Anyway, recently (since last night with Alyssa and Daryl) had this new craving for what we now call ''ghetto-drinking''. Ghetto-drinking, put simply, is the act of procuring from an obscure (read : 7-Eleven) source a relatively cheap-ass bottle of alcohol and flagons of Big Gulp before plopping down next to the river and engaging in alcohol-inundated and very-much-uncensored talk till either a) one party loses consciousness or b) the fountain of life and everything nice runs out and we are forced to adjourn. Beats clubbing hands down.
Have also taken to other haute, quaint and not-so-haute-or-quaint hobbies/pursuits such as collecting PEZ dispensers, late-night/early morning deathcabbing cum tete-a-tete with Dwayne, Game Theorizing everything and going out with somebody who isn't as fond of me as much as I am fond of said somebody and I would like said somebody to, and in all that I now disclaim and proclaim no mention hereunder of amorous designs but, at the same time, no dismissal either of such claims because I am such a prideful, insecure and incessantly cryptic jerk. Anyway am not too sure if not-sleeping can be counted as an activity to note, since it's really not an action but a lack of inaction which counts as an inaction.
Oh and a digression about being obnoxious - I am taking much pleasure in nobody understanding this post.
So here it is, here I am ; pretty alive but not living pretty.
CDS duty today and met Dev who's on guard duty. He gave me a pineapple tart. Three weeks in this strange new place. It's good to see the occasional familiar faces like dev, khairi, ben, yuen loong and other various similarly mistreated cadets. We are all we have.
There's social night coming up, and I need a (currently-nonexistent-and-not-about-to-magically-materialize) date. I know I should try my best to OOC before the day comes, 'cos the shame will probably kill me anyhows. Better start getting a life outside of NS.
It's when you book out for one meagre day after three weeks of confinement that you begin to treasure your possessions. By that I mean not only your own bed and laptop installed with Warcraft III but also your freedom, friends and ( non-sequitur, I know) personality.
I feel like I haven't been myself for a while. It's hard to explain, and words fail me for once (nah I'm just lazy to pen it down).
Four more days to bookout. There's something I've been wanting to do for a very long time but haven't had the time, courage or opportunity to.
Not that I'm complaining. Yesterday's Rush To Wait nearly killed us. SOC, Strength Training, Swimming. I've come to the conclusion that all SAF acronyms beginning with the letter 'S' are designed by sadists reaving pleasure from recruits' misery. Those ending with 'C' are another can of worms - it means we get to crawl in mud. BAC, BIC, GAC, SOC, BC.
I've broken the SAF cryptologists' magnum opus of sophistry and intricate plots. Hooray?
Just got back from night training. On a Thursday. Nightwalk. Hey isn't that supposed to be taboo?
The brain atrophy's getting worse. Never in my life have I thought so much about not thinking/not being able to think. Field camp embarks on Saturday. Three options - leave brain (or what semblance is left) behind in camp OR lose brain outfield. Did I say three options? Damn... Nevermind.
Looking forward to guard duty at field camp. And SMU Law/Business interview right after where unkempt, unbathed, un-intellectual/-intelligible I in my muddy boots will impress the admissions board so. Bye bye education. Bye bye civilization.
On a side note, recently got hooked on board/card gaming and miniatures again. After all these years, I've gone full circle and now embrace good ol' geekhood again. Anyone game to start Warmachine?
Lights out.
Eight days to go.
All I need to survive this island is my section (bunk) mates.
If the bed shakes again tonight... erm well, then it shakes. Too shagged to care.
7 days left till bookout!
Need to get my university application done next week. Need to get some real food for the bunk. Need to mentally prepare self for the next book in. Need to catch up with you, you and you.
Depressive day.
Ten more days till book out. Entertain me with emails (to gmail) and smses please.
Ok lights out!
I've things to write, but it's lights out already so i shall be 'efficient' like the army.
There's sand on my bed. I had a whopping five minutes to bathe and brush my teeth and clean my face.
But at least there were cakes.
Endless rolling beaches, friendly staff, excellent dining. We'll see if they live up to expectations.
It's the Army, not War. I'll be back.
- We'll see if my email works tonight.