monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other people's patience.'--John Updike Wassup. It's been a hell of a week for me. Shagged. Drained. I need coffee. I need red bull. I need help. Anyway, spent the whole of last weekend doing guard duty on the great isle. Yes damnit, while you people out there are sleeping, relaxing, deciding which pair of jeans to buy, deciding which pimple to pop, i, have to walk around the island with this guy who calls himself ah kow (no i'm not kidding). And the room we slept in was pretty squalid, heh. Bedsheets haven't been changed in years, pillows were yellowish brown. And you share beds cos the shifts are alternate, thus you can taste the salt of the perspiration of the half naked person who used the bed 2 hours before you. Doesn't help that the room is humid and filled with flying creatures. Somehow i woke up with a rancid kenny rogers chicken aftertaste in my mouth. Could be the person's sweat, could be the flying ants. Oh and i was on the prowler(the worst of the lot cos u have to walk around the island instead of stand there doing nothing) 2nd shift, which meant i got the 3 to 5 am shift. Man, tekong's silence is eerie. And when you walk past the jungle area with nothing but a torch, and when the 'streetlight' flickers off and on, you get a little edgy. But its not as scary as what people make it out to be. Oh co-writer, you mentioned that the sweet voice of nut is able to penetrate the eerie tekong silence? Well i really thought i heard it while walking at 4 am, but after looking for the source i realised it was coming from this owl/bat/gargoyle/jeepercreeper crossbreed. Ah well, it was too soft to be nut's voice anyway. And as i type this, big ol' binny is frolicking around in Gold Coast, Australia. Well, all i can say is that there won't be much of the coast left after he's done with it. Ever noticed the change during the evening, just when darkness begins to shroud the horizon, forging with the brightness of the evening light, before creating what we so-call the 'night sky'? Managed to do so yesterday at tekong and well, it was pretty enchanting. And when the stars appear and you suddenly notice the all-too-familiar constellations, wow. I hate to admit it, but i'm still a 'starlight-starbright-first-star-i-see-tonight-catch-a-falling-star' kind of person. Infinite space, endless boundaries. There's still so much to see, so much to do, so much to explore, so much to discover, so much to live for, so much to dream about, so much to accomplish. And at the end of it all, after going one full circle, you end up at the beginning, contented. That's what i want. But the truth is that i'm stuck here, wasting my time away in boredom, acknowledging the fact that the above forementioned may not even come close to reality. And that is where anti-depressants come in. Heh. On another note, we're supposed to name our rifles(they're supposed to be like our wives). Yes, soldiers are bored and stupid people. Trust me, i look in the mirror and know so. But anyway, i've narrowed it down to 4 choices. A)Daphne(in no way related to anyone. Any resemblance to people dead or living is purely coincidental =) B)Trisha(love that name) C)Alagurani(was thinking along the line of something ethnic) D)Frodo(cos my rifle's butt is hairy). You guys help me decide. I've better things to do, like going out for dinner. Hasta manana. Take care peeps. 5:23 p.m. - 2004-01-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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