it was a dark and stormy night.
an ugly person said, "hiyah i'm so bored. update your blog lah".

tits, not breasts.

update...update...update.

uhm.
right.
lets's see.

i watched the japan-singapore match in the rec room the other night.

loyalties were being questioned, patriotism doubted - on one hand, everyone present was, of course, a 'loyal' servant of the gah'men. on the other hand, a lot of people had bet on japan to win (in one case, to win by 6 - count 'em! - goals). so every time japan missed a chance ( *japanese accent* shoot-o! ) there'd be a collective groan, followed immediately by someone going, "you all call yourself singaporeans! etc etc" then another so-and-so would pipe in with "go home and eat sushi lar!" to prove his patriotism.

bah.
the vibrant hendon nightlife.

recruits are smelly.

my bunk is like a furnace.
with beds.
and without the whole blazing fire scene going on.
but it is hot.
i'll go take a shower, go in feeling nice and fresh, then immediately start sweating. there is, like, a perceptible temperature difference between the bunk and the corridor.

haiyah.
army sucks. i can't wait to get out.
and you know what? when i do get out, within a week or two i'll be going, "studying sucks. i can't wait to start working."

i'd make a great employee of the service industry.
no, not that kind of service.
as in, a waiter. or a salesguy. or a customer service guy. i like helping people. which is why i spend all my weekends at the old folks home. being nice to the old folks. the only reason you don't see me in the newspapers is that i always turn down their requests for an interview, see. i'm such a great guy.
it'd be cool to be an air steward. see the world! bonk stewardesses!

i'm going to be consigned to the depths of the bruneian jungle for three weeks, around the 20th of this month.
i know i've said before that hendon camp is the arsehole of the world, but i have it on good authority that brunei is the real arsehole and hendon is just the perineum, maybe. or the arse-hairs.

sigh.
join the army. see the world.
problem is, the bits you see are the parts no one in his right mind'd ever want to see. they're the bits those masochistic adventure junkie types like to put themselves through just so they can go, "i climbed everest in my skivvies! i'm the man!".
later this year, i'll most likely be spending my birthday eating dust in australia.
then next year i'll probably be freezing my nuts off in taiwan. i'm rooting for a sars resurgence. 's a mean thing to hope for, isn't it?
well i don't care!
the world ought to revolve around me!

i am not making much sense, i think.
i'm losing my touch.
i always prided myself on writing with style.
i sound like such an arrogant prick.

blah.

ugly person, you had better remember your promise!