A dreamer dreams, she never dies. Ugh.

I want a StingRay.
I want a 32gb iTouch.
I want new loafers.
I want new clothes.
I want an acoustic bass.

I want this, that.
Like $400's gonna satisfy me.

And I'm certified medically unfit for command school.
I'm stuck with lowly pay for the rest of 2 years.
Good thing, bad thing.

Seriously I just want this to end.
ORD: MARCH2011.
Goddammit,
I'm not even 10% through.





EDIT:
I just realised that time actually flies pretty fast.
My post written on first bookout is still on the front page.
Hahah. But ohwells. Things only seem to go by fast when you LOOK BACK at them.
When you're in it they're as slow as hell.
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  Pinch Me   ¶ 19:03 0 Comments

  Give me 3 months.

No time to do shit nowadays.  ¶ 23:20 0 Comments

  Cry, I haven't shed a genuine tear in ages.

Field camp;
made me realise how frail we all are,
made me realise how important my family is to me,
made me realise how much my family cares for me, how much I love them,
made me realise we can all push beyond our limits,

made me realise so much more.


My skin condition got really bad over the 6 days,
so bad that even the OC knew who I was already.
'Eh peeling boy!'
But urgh, pulled through.
And I am truly proud I did.

Book out, book in,
with a span lesser than 24hours.
Oh boy, at least now I don't mind booking in,
as long as it's the BUNK.
I miss my bunk sooo much.
I truly do. HAHA  ¶ 00:33 0 Comments

  Urgh. Time flies, flies, flies.

Oh booking in again.
This brainless whining every saturday night has become sort of some routine,
about how much I'm gonna miss my bolster,
about how tonight will be the last night I'll be sleeping on my bed for the week,
about how much I'm gonna miss civilian stuff for the next week.

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  Always, things start out well.
You start to think about how things'll turn out in the end.
You picture scenarios in your mind,
good ones,
bad ones, but coupled with seemingly perfect solutions.
You think, this is it.
It's gonna be the coolest thing that's gonna happen.
Going to bed with such high hopes,
setting for yourself a target.

When day arrives, waking up from that deep slumber,
you think that whatever you thought about last night was crap,
and starts to scrape off the plan.

Urgh whatever.

2nd bookout.
Still blabbering about army stuff.
Srsly there's nothing to talk about besides that.

And my subwoofer boomed and burnt out.
Now my speakers have no bass.
C-U-I.

Bookin's gna be field camp. Hopefully it'll turn out great, though theres a 101% chance that it won't be.

Halfway through BMT.
Pull through, pull through.

And seriously I have to stop daydreaming.
It's using too much of my idle brain.
I'd rather remain idle.
Straining.

Weather's been horrible.
Just by holding a thermometer in the air shows a temperature HIGHER than
36.9
Everyone's cooked.

Mosquito bites all over my legs.
Sleeping topless every night but no bites on my body.
There's like 20+ on each leg.
I don't get it.

Realize, Real lies, Real eyes.
totally different meanings.
damn cool.

My brain's so shagged it's thinking in point form.
How convenient.

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  In the blink of an eye, 4days are over now.
Just when I thought I had alot of time to enjoy,
to catch up,
to rest,
holy no. Time flew off just like that.

This is like the longest break before block leave, and boy was it short.
Wednesday night met up with zbg,
Thursday went town for dunno what, then headed to hollandv to attend ws' grandad's wake.
Friday caught Xmen! Pretty decent movie hahs.
Saturday went to K, chill, watched Boro getting owned by manutd, milktea.
And goddang, I'm left with Sunday already.
Hello book-in day, Goodbye longest break.

I haven't bought my stuff, packed my field pack,
and lots lots lots.

As the song goes,
I don't wanna lead an army life.  ¶ 02:32 0 Comments