Friday, June 23, 2006
back from army!
it's just book out day. nothing really special and somehow, i didn't really look foward to coming back home anyway. no idea why. no motivation no nothing no shit. and seriously, time really FLY PASSES in camp.
oh nevermind i really can't mention much about army here in my blog except that during the rifle m16 presentation last monday, it was sucha memoriable day for me! great full eggyolk sunset! waiting for the sun to set and moon to rise with shining stars and a touching speech and the presentation of the rifles to us =).
anyway i'm just very fucking pissed at some of my section mates. for those that don't understand, it's techically a few of the ppls i sleep with every night in the same room. there's 13 of us in all. so there's this small boy who's just 17 yrs old with a N level certificate and DREAM of being a offical. technically, you'll need a A level cert or DIP or at least 5 O' level passes to get into OCS which is officer cadet course. and of course be physically fit and has the great leadership qualities.
okok side track too much liao. he's just a fucking kid that whines so fucking much. has two weeks excuse from exercises because he injured his backside, so wanna garang ( fierce ) and volunteer guard duty and unable to do today's foot drills. just a kid that whines that wanna make jokes and can't take some. wanna swear at me? hahahaha. wait till i lose my cool then i shall see.
and there's this short lil' indian guy who tatoo all over his fat breasty body. and it's black and tatoos aint even nice. sometimes wanna talk so much that no one bothers or just irritate us by attempting percussion by knocking on the table. and tried to use my speakers to play his tamil songs? like who the fuck would wanna hear his damn fucking charlie brown songs.
to that certain person, if you don't even know what you did wrong, then that's too bad. i won't wanna say and you won't wanna knowa as well. i seriously seriously hate it when casey is always so right about me nowadays. lies are lies. even if you don't know, you might never know. =)
"we'll always be good friends and i'll always be behind you"
friends forever?
fuck off.
omgosh i'm starting to type like ryjm.
on a happier note, platoon mates of mine say that my pictures are good =) and one of my sergents borrowed one of my photography mega-guidebook from me and some of my platoon mates are always interested in photography. i've my photos pasted in my locker.
brownie typed this at 11:58 PM
