monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- recap I walk the maze of moments But everywhere I turn to, begins a new beginning But never finds a finish. I walk to the horizon And there I find another It all seems so surprising And then I find that I know I wonder if the stars sign the life that is to be mine And would they let their light shine Enough for me to follow I look up to the heavens But night has clouded over No spark of constellation No Vela no Orion. The shells upon the warm sands Have taken from their own lands The echo Of Their Story But All I hear are low sounds As pillow words are weaving And willow waves are leaving But should I be believing That I am only dreaming. To leave the thread of all time And let it make a dark line In hopes That I can Still Find The way back to the moment I took the turn and turned to Begin a new beginning Still looking for the answer I cannot find the finish It's either this or that way It's one way or the other It should be one direction It could be on reflection The turn I have just taken The turn that I was making I might be just beginning I might be near the end.
Booked out early, yet again. Reward for passing my fitness test. Finally. So here's the situation. Another week and i'll be through with the first stage of army life. Finally. Now all i've to do is to finish up the rest of the 2 years. I was asked to do a review, in camp, regarding the past 16 weeks. To which i replied that it was 'Outstanding, sir!!' and went back to snoozeville. But here's my real take. You win some, you lose some. During these weeks, i've lost weight, my patience, my hair, my life, basically. But i've gained, well, erm, knowledge. Trust me, there's a lot of knowledge waiting to be uncovered in the, what, one year's worth of FHM magazines lying in my bunk. Ah, and tolerance. In this past 15 weeks, i've seen people that i'd never thought i'd be able to see exist in this universe. For example, there's this one person, who, from the very first day up till now, talks about nothing but the A levels. And i'm not talking about the results, or his jc life, or how he spent his time studying for it. No siree. He talks about the papers. Every single question. Oh i'm sorry, but for the seventh time, i really really can't remember if the answer for question 3b of physics paper 2 is 4.69 or 4.79. And yes, for the 19th time, i know you would've done better for econs if you'd attempt question 4 instead of question 1, but honestly, it's been 4 months and i really can't remember what the heck econs is. And hey, here's an idea, if i may quote this really meaningful black eyed peas song, "shut up, just shut up shut up; shut up, just shut up shut up." In case you were wondering, yup, he failed. Quite poor thing actually. And there are the ignorant people. There's this guy who asked, "hey, i don't quite understand, what is this, PMS thing ah? Is it, like, very angry?" Of course being the nice guy i am, i explained it to him, telling him that its the time of the month where you really feel like dancing to britney spears music. He didn't get it. And there are those who feel that they were personally bestowed, by the thane of Gondor, the duty of ordering others to ensure that the place is spotlessly clean. No doubt, we all know what a great honour it is to wipe sardine stains off tables, ask me to do so and i will, but order me to do it and i'll smack your guinness with a bottle of kiwi kleen-glass. Over the past few weeks, its really amazing to see how so many people can be so easily manifested and brainwashed. Before enlistment, i wrote an entry saying that i hope to have the strength to fight against the mould that they would try to fit you into. Well i'm not 100% successful, but at least i'm still fighting. Some have lost all sense of sense, even to the extent of them giving me a sermon on how it, indeed, is an honour to fight and die, and how they can't wait for war to occur, in order for economic development. I'm with you brother, just hold on for a minute while i backpack round the world and fulfill my purpose in life. I'll get back to you in, say, the year 2100? Well, other than the fact that the monotonousity of life is making me sick, things have been going pretty ok. Got myself shortlisted for some scholarship interview, but to actually get it would be highly unlikely. But if i do, by some miracle, get it, then my dream of travelling will get a huge jump start towards reality. Anyway gonna catch some shuteye now. Seeya. 12:24 a.m. - 2004-03-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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