got @#$! early in the morning of my duty. for not reporting. how am i suppose to know that i will stand in on that day. crap. and its the nation's birfdae for christ's sake. giveme a break. at least there wasnt much to do being a public holiday and all. got a good supper though thanks to erwin and gang. and also a good ndp on tv and of course. the long awaited. singapore idol. had a good larff out of it. but still. sigh. cant believe my luck. got !$*@ again in the morning when i was about to hand over duty. for not opening the armskote on time. nearly got extras for it. guess this is where my luck comes in. that i dint get any. anyway, my point proven. shit happens. and straight after that got to go down for the IMT thingy. and after it all it was cancelled. and after that to field camp. sigh. wonder if its worth it all. all this shit. mag, benson, and dennis kept telling me jsut take it. ording soon. but the thought of it all is just. just. just. shitty. embarked on my last field camp. finally. six more days. toned down a lot. seems like my first batch. gonna take lots of pics. for rememberance. better call mag soon. phone batt's flat. thinking of getting a new phone. T630 just aint for me. thinking of getting iPod. thinking of getting another graniph tee. thinking of thinking that maybe i shouldnt be thinking of all these. thinking of saving my money. thinking of my aus trip. my time will come. and it shall come. lord i pray that you watch over us all as we are outfield that you will keep us safe in your arms and be with us always. stay humble. stay true. to yourself. to God. desmond scribbled at 9:29 PM. | |
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