i think i have been whining uncharacteristically often of late.
did i spell 'uncharacteristically' right?
army's made me stoopid! *whines*

haiyah.
sian.
sianz.

weiyang just messaged me this afternoon. he said kwan aik said we should have a class outing thingy on account of it being hols for those they-don't-know-how-lucky-they-are girls in uni. they suggest sentosa. but i don't really know what there is to do on sentosa, besides the generic beach-sports thing. i don't really feel like organising an outing. i think i shall just pretend i never heard about it.

what? since when did you message me? whaddya mean i replied? fake sms! forgery! liar liar pants on fire!

downloading music these days is an exercise in frustration because of all those fake files put up by record companies trying to deprive me of my god-given right to filch songs off them. say 'arr, me hearties!'

arr!

i've tried whale meat before and it is very tough.
i think that's why the eskimos eat their whale meat putrifying.
maggots add extra protein.

my favourite aroma gel scent is citrus.
aqua floral ( whatever smell that is ) is tied with peach for second.

i tend to buy expensive things i don't really need and seldom use.
1. hydrastorm water bag - 50 bucks ( after $5 discount! ) ( gives water a funny taste! )
2. oakley shades - 200+ bucks ( after 20% off! )
3. mambo watch - 100+ ( on sale, luckily! )
aargh. that's a lot of money. must eat more maggi mee.
i had a friend in secondary school who'd eat tissue paper and throw coins out the window. perhaps i should try that. but not the throwing coins out the window bit - that'd be counterproductive.

i want a new phone.
this makes me feel a little guilty because of all the starving africans who don't have phones to eat.

mmm well.
coming up next: my essay titled "Today's Soviet Union: The Triumph of Central Economic Planning".
watch this space.

so we're best combat unit this year. it isn't officially out, but its an open secret now.

big whoop. you'll probably see lots of rah-rah-go-commandos chest beating on saf day and at the ndp. there's a picture in the rec room of the ex-5th coy at safti, holding up this banner "best combat unit again, again, again, again and again!".

ought to be good for a couple of days off, at least.


last night we had a turnout!

2ic caught some people watching a pirated dvd, then a lot of people had gone for the night off without bothering to sign the book-in/book-out book ( yours truly included ). so it was whole-lot-fall-in-full-battle-order-now time from 2300 to 0015.

that really brought back memories of bmt - 's been a long time since we did anything like that. but life in hendon wouldn't be the same without stuff like this - we were kind of enjoying it, in a perverse, twisted sort of way. you wouldn't understand.

so now the whole company is on probation for a week - if we "do everything swee-swee" next week, our current restriction of privileges will be lifted. hah.


i'm off till tuesday night, woot. managed to wrangle some off-in-lieu out of the old man for the hols we missed in brunei.


in non-army related news, smu has finally given indication that they haven't lost my application - they sent an email of offer yesterday, bursting at the seams with such words and phrases as "privilege", "applicants of high calibre", "exceptional learning experience" and "coveted" etc etc.

they ought to save all that for their prospectuses, though - why bother with people who've already applied?

sigh. i still wish i was going to lse though.
ah well.
if there's one thing the saf has taught me, it's to suck it up. a.k.a. "suck thumb" and "lan lan".

*sucks thumb*

frustration - i spend ages downloading different versions of l'auberge espagnole only to find they aren't subtitled. then i discover they're showing it on krisworld on the flight to brunei. but the flight isn't long enough and i only watch half of it. then on the flight home, they've changed to programme!

aargh.
i'm contemplating taking french lessons.

just finished d/ling goodbye lenin too and it was - as i knew it would be but still went ahead downloading in the futile hope that my pathetic hope would make Someone Up There take pity on me and mystically subtitle it for me - in german.

incidentally i heard a bit of alex parks ( are you sure she isn't korean? :-p ) too, lyn.
she sucks lah. are you still gaga over her?

for some strange reason, you can receive this english - as in from england - english radio station, capitol 95.8fm in brunei. they keep playing this song "in the shadows" by the rasmus, some finnish band iirc. are they playing that here? cool song.

if there's a hell on earth, then the jungles of temburong is definitely it.

i've spent the past 3 weeks being rained on every night, crawled over by insects, getting stuck in knee deep mud, wading in chest deep water, being washed away by river currents, getting my hands cut up by thorns, eating a packet of 3in1 milo powder for lunch ( a balanced lunch is if you eat a packet of cereal too ), drinking brown river water, and, most of all, walking with a 20+ kg load 12 hours every damn day up and down and up and down over every damn knoll ( including the odd 800-footer as well as mt biang - 1500 ft ) there is in the area ( approx. 164,567 - there simply isn't any flat ground in temburong ). actually, maybe only half the time walking. the other half you're on all fours because its so goddamn steep and the ground is so goddamn slippery. on the down slopes you simply sit down and slide.

the day after the final mission, the camp looked like a scene out of "dawn of the dead" - about 1 in 3 people were shambling around with footrot. not a pretty sight.

but anyway. what's important is that i survived, i'm back, and i'm eating some exquisite movenpick chocolate cherry icecream which i found in the freezer.

its good to be home.

i'm back!

fuck brunei!
it sucks, aye!

more later!
must scrub the filth of temburong off!