my towel got stolen it wasn't taken by mistake, somehow someone came in without a towel and walked out with mine. the standby was ok, didn't get turnout for nothing, all the laying out of equipment during roll call was also abolished, thank goodness. learnt how to play the major scales on the keyboard from titties.
owning a ps2 can bond you up with people you don't even know at all. people you never talk to for the whole of your life. people who never pass the ball during a 5 on 5. misfits. people who think you are misfits. people who are so full of themselves that you think they deserve a slap everytime you see them. people of all sorts.
i certainly have the right to get your filthy hands off my controller. because firstly I DON'T OWE you ANYTHING AT ALL. secondly, you suck because you who bear a higher rank, that implies you should have a greater sense of responsibility, if you can't be bothered to bring your own tv then f*** off, just too bad. thirdly i don't need to please anybody, this is the army. do i need to go on. am i obligated to say yes just because you need to have your fix of winning eleven? did i bring the ps2 to camp so that everybody but my close friends can play so that i can make everyone happy? happy so that you have a good impression of me? how much is impression worth? have a good impression of me so that when we step into society i can expect you to help me out? puhleeez.
sis is finally back, told me her adventures and boyfriends from around the world. went to book driving test today, think the lady at the counter was trying to chat me up or she was plain talkative. talking about counter ladies, went to sign up for broadband today, and she is damn cute with a very very very small and lady-like voice. so smitten by her hah, took me quite long to work out which subscription plan was more worth it. now why wasn't she talkative.
trips to the barber are always disastrous, now i'm not going to zouk this friday. how i missed those days when my mum held the scissors.
been thinking what kind of women i would marry for a wife. i must be damn bored.
i love lazy hazy days, slow mornings with nothing to do, relaxed walks around the neighbourhood pretending it was a few years ago when so many people haven't moved in yet.
i also love days with internet.
welcome back.
owning a ps2 can bond you up with people you don't even know at all. people you never talk to for the whole of your life. people who never pass the ball during a 5 on 5. misfits. people who think you are misfits. people who are so full of themselves that you think they deserve a slap everytime you see them. people of all sorts.
i certainly have the right to get your filthy hands off my controller. because firstly I DON'T OWE you ANYTHING AT ALL. secondly, you suck because you who bear a higher rank, that implies you should have a greater sense of responsibility, if you can't be bothered to bring your own tv then f*** off, just too bad. thirdly i don't need to please anybody, this is the army. do i need to go on. am i obligated to say yes just because you need to have your fix of winning eleven? did i bring the ps2 to camp so that everybody but my close friends can play so that i can make everyone happy? happy so that you have a good impression of me? how much is impression worth? have a good impression of me so that when we step into society i can expect you to help me out? puhleeez.
sis is finally back, told me her adventures and boyfriends from around the world. went to book driving test today, think the lady at the counter was trying to chat me up or she was plain talkative. talking about counter ladies, went to sign up for broadband today, and she is damn cute with a very very very small and lady-like voice. so smitten by her hah, took me quite long to work out which subscription plan was more worth it. now why wasn't she talkative.
trips to the barber are always disastrous, now i'm not going to zouk this friday. how i missed those days when my mum held the scissors.
been thinking what kind of women i would marry for a wife. i must be damn bored.
i love lazy hazy days, slow mornings with nothing to do, relaxed walks around the neighbourhood pretending it was a few years ago when so many people haven't moved in yet.
i also love days with internet.
welcome back.
