Sunday, May 15, 2005 .

4 feet and no hands




disclaimer: bad english following. do not quote.




i was kidding about my mother and her N.Gage.
nevermind how i got the bag.




last night was torture.
for those who dont know, im referring to an event termed as "prawning".
as oppsed to fishing, but we were catchin prawns.
spending the good half of your weekend in an old military camp wasnt exactly my idea of happening.
my colleagues were good company, but albeit the half decent food, the atmosphere was stale as hell.
we were even encouraged by the boss-man to "bring our spouses or partners".
what a joke.
some people did bring though, and as much as i'd hate to comment about superiors' girlfriends, one of them did look like Steph Song.
i swear.


she even helped us when we played hide-and-seek. (yes, i said hide-and-seek)
she offered to be "distraction".
imagine 15 officers ages 20-28 running about and trying to be sneaky.
dodging behind trees and crouching amongst parked cars.
it was stupid to say the least.
and it made me sweat.


"work" officially started at 1900hrs (local time).
it was alot of bullshit about whether we were "walking the talk, or talking the cock". and our goals for work-year 05/06.
which is bullshit to me anyway.
im just doing my time.


it was scheduled to end at 0130, but dragged till 0300.
nuts.
i died at 2230.
my immediate boss who was sitting next to me died at 0000.
i mean, he's one of those workaholic, scholarly types and he was already complain about his contacts and needing coffee and how he wants to get the hell out of there.


everyone wanted to get outta there.


it was damn bad, i swear.


i got home at 0530 after supper and returning JY's car.
MANY THANKS!!










4 feet tall and no hands


what i've learnt about myself that i should have learnt earlier.
whenever im in shit, and you ask a question like "huh, why like that"
or "how come weekend still need to go for that?" (im being specific), i take it that you're rubbing it in.
and i get very very frustrated.
cos i hate explaining why im in shit. i hate bitching about shit when im in it.
and i'd usually very much like to say "fuck you" in return.


it's different from you saying "oh man, that sucks".
cos i'd reply "yeah man, damn sian"





screaming infidelity at 4:25 PM
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