the one about serious thoughts in the night
Hey. Finally back to work after a considerable break. I'm starting to like the camp. I believe I've said this before somewhere but I still think my camp is a haven for meditation. I could open a spa there and actually earn money.
Nights are still eerie though, cos' most parts of the camp are still pretty dark and they'll probably stay that way even long after I leave. Having done most of the 3am and 5am shifts, I've gotten to enjoy the pleasant night breeze and the extraordinary peacefulness while I ponder on stuff.
That time is a perfect time to think seriously, think deeply and think silly.
Anyway, I sent an sms to a particular someone at 3 something am last night after my prowl, went to sleep and dreamt about her taking a long time to reply and me still waiting for her message. Then I woke up at 5am and thought about the dream a little and then went to sleep, again dreaming the same thing.
Yeah, the dream came true for most part of today. The wait was painfully wonderful. :)
Sunshine.
the one about me being so sleepy now
Today's my mom's birthday. I bought her a pearl and crystal necklace for about 80 dollars. I think it'll look good on her. Congratulations to me, I've once again broken my personal best for the amount of money spent on a gift for another individual. The last time I remembered, the record was about 40 dollars.
Feeling damn tired recently. Must be the flickering from the computer screen. That Star Wars game is damn addictive. I should stop playing it at night. It's making my mind so active I stone for half an hour or more in the dark before actually getting some shut-eye. Then I suffer in the morning when my rather obedient biological clock jolts me up at 8am.
And damn it my eyes are so freakin' sensitive to light. Everytime I go out in the day, I end up squinting my eyes like 90 percent of the time. Even now when I'm staring at this stupid white background of blogspot I'm squinting. For the sake of healthy eyesight, they should just ban webpages with bright and glaring backgrounds.
Anyways, I'm starting to love those polo tees from Lacoste. Arh, the cutting is neat and it's available in so many colours. Probably get one more in the future. And that perfume too. Damn, I sound bimbotic. And pretty pink.
And I just came back from Jumbo seafood restaurant with my family, smelling pretty much like the Black Pepper Crab I had earlier. I like the beancurd they made.
the one about yet another incoherent chapter of my life
It's this time of the day and this time of the week again when enough thoughts have accumulated so I could jot down yet another incoherent post about my life. Which probably doesn't affect you, the readers, the number I suspect being less than 5.
Recently, I've started on playing my guitar again. Figured that a piece of fine wood worth 300 bucks can do more than fill up extra cupboard space. Decided not to attend guitar lessons like before as I don't think I can commit given the irregularity of my duty schedule.
So I decide to learn what I can from the internet. Ok, I think I'm learning rather fast. But quality wise, I'm not sure if it sounds pleasant or not. Bah.
And I always imagined singing and playing the guitar to the girl I adore/my future girlfriend or something because I think, however old fashioned it may be, it's kinda romantic.
kinda.It's old fashioned for a reason. That means it's tried and proven. I say it's time to take it to a new level.
Anyways, I think I'm one of the most boring guys on the planet. I'm so boring I bore myself until I get sleepy. Mostly in front of girls. My mind just blanks out and all the topics vanish, leaving me to deal with the awkward silence I'm oh-so-familiar with. Sometimes I wonder how the girls think. They must be thinking about the number of sins they had accumulated in their past life to be there enduring the overpowering boredom of Mr I-am-so-deep-in-thought-so-I-am-silent.
Have a real bad feeling I'll qualify for SDU's golden membership someday. Given the rate I'm going, I can't imagine myself actually going after a girl, saying all those stuff. You know.
And the stupid script writers for those Korean dramas should be sued until they no money eat kimchee. All bluff. Where got so easy get the girl one? No! I also demand a valid explanation from my parents. I watched 4 episodes of 'Love Story in Harvard' but I don't see myself becoming the male protaganist. Double no!
On a side note, I think chocolate is the best thing that ever happened to mankind. And I happen to believe that ' Tears ' by X Japan is a fabulous song. It's one of the songs for ' Windstruck ', again one of my favourite shows.
Ok, nothing else. See you again.
the one about certain army stuff
Driving test is on the coming Monday. Sometimes I wonder if over practising is good for you. Hope everything will turn up fine. Wait for my good news.
Anyway, I got the opportunity to escort a whole lot of colonels around camp today and the presence was quite overwhelming. One of them spoke to me. Well, that goes down as one of the very few high points in my NS life. :)
Just yesterday, as I was waking up from my little nap on the plastic beach chair by the window, I was greeted by the '1 message received' signal on my phone. Being the anti-social little prick that I am, that meant a lot.
I'm a simple and rather happy person actually. Other than messages from other guys or persistent phone companies, I welcome the rest.
Well, you could have said that particular sms broke my day. A good guy friend from OCS messaged me to 'update' me on his achievements in camp. I didn't respond to him and I didn't want to blog about it either. But I found it unnecessary and irritating, even bordering on the edge of plain arrogance.
Really I don't care whether your 32k is over or how you 'braved through it all' with a runny nose. Telling me about your perfect score for range and attaining some sort of CBS badge was redundant too. According to him, those are proud achievements but sadly, he's down for attn C for the first time (wow) because, apparently, he 'braved through it all'.
So much for sharing your joy. That was a perfect ego trip for you but at the expense of me feeling kind of useless in the army.
I know I have a dream vocation, literally. But you didn't have to remind me, thank you very much.
I know we are quite good friends but I had to say something about it. But I doubt you'll be reading this anyways.
On a side note, my PC say I 'jia kan tang'. Supposedly very 'ang mo'. Do I really generate that 'ang mo' vibe? Haha.
the one about my funny little camp
My camp is a funny place.
It could possibly be a map in an RPG, with lots of crevices to explore, drains to hide in, plenty of useless items to collect and most of all, too much redundant space to roam about. And of course, you could level up by smacking the toads or twisting the slithery necks of black cobra snakes which I have yet to encounter.
Maybe the occasional crab you could hop on to get that bonus, while crafting equipment using the piles of dried leaves and twigs.
The camp diva, Michelle, is a real spoilt chick who craves for all the attention and fondling she could possibly receive. I try my best not to let her down, just that her fur gets stuck in my fingers and I'm afraid I catch some strange disease.
Michelle also happens to be a furry, white cat, possibly the only female presence in the camp. I hope. I always feed her cat food during my prowling and she possibly has a crush on me.
Yay, finally! At the receiving end of a crush.
ouch.Despite being an ideal location for long-hour meditation, my camp is also a training ground for all commando-mosquito wannabes, with or without potential.
Lousy ones sneak up behind your elbow. Garang ones attack your pinky.
I'm at 'Mosquito Slaying Skill' Level 1, which involves me standing in a mosquito-infested area, waiting for mosquitoes to come up and bite me. Then I surprise them and flatten them with my palm. My seniors are at like, Level 57 now, where heightened vision and reflexes acquired from long term exposure to blood suckers enable them to squish mini flying objects within 1.5m of them using just 1 hand. Amazing.
I hope I didn't compromise national security with the above information.
