monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- look towards the sun and you'll see lesser shadows. 4 weeks into my bomb making prison. 2 guys out, one due to depression and another because of attempted suicide. Yup, poor guy tried to drink poison. Don't worry, i'm not going to follow in their footsteps, maybe because i've been depressed since the beginning of time, and anyway, the pay SAF gives me ain't enough to purchase a bottle of coke, let alone a bottle of poison. Also, i'll probably be posting out myself, due to my back injury, which, according to the specialist, is pretty severe. Hurray! Sigh. Only a company like the SAF can make one filled with exhilaration and immense joy upon hearing that 2 plates of one's backbone are pressing against one another, which may result in excruciating pain and constant painkiller popping in the future. Well, it's also the same company that makes one so deprived that one thinks the magazine auntie at pasir ris interchange is actually date worthy. Got to know people in camp a little better, found out that they're generally pretty nice chaps. Except for 2 specimens, which i'll talk about in greater detail now. Meet kan chong hwa chong. I won't mention which junior college he comes from, because i don't wanna sound discriminating. Now this guy gets nervous about everything under the sun. "Oh no! The sergeant's not here yet!" "Oh no! I forgot to write my name in capital letters!" "Oh no! It's 4 am and i woke up 1 hour early when i'm supposed to wake up 2 hours earlier!" "Oh no! I'm a human being with 2 arms!" "Oh no! I've no consideration at all, much less brains!" Seriously. He actually forces us to eat faster, even though there's no time limit, in order to 'make sergeant happy'. Now that'd be fine in tekong, where there's a time limit for eating and where the breakfast's inspired by vomit, either being puke-green or shit-brown in colour. Ok la i was just kidding. It only comes in shit-brown colour. But in bomb camp, the food's ok and like i said, no time limit. So somebody please, please, give the guy in the shit-brown jc uniform a tranquilizer. Or a kick in the bread basket. Enter booboo. Just when one thinks kan chong hwa chong's bad enough, here comes this moron, the lead actor in 'Species 4: Snoopy mutates'. As if having a snoopy-turned-cannibal-cum-homosexual face isn't enough, booboo thinks he's real smooth. And he has a bone(pun intended, snoopy) to pick with almost everyone, always thinks he's right and never EVER apologises, but makes excuses for himself that even william hung will consider lame. We've not seen eye to eye from the first day, for 2 reasons. Firstly, i'm too short to stare him in the face. Secondly, i won't dare to, for fear of blindness. But anyway, you get my drift. We've all come across these people one time or another. And yes, i should stop judging them. We should not judge people. We should all hate them for who they are. Furthermore, i've learned from them. They have reminded me that humans are not perfect, and that society has some eradicating to do. But well, they add colour to the world. Remember the communication problems i was having? It's been made worse now that the 'english speaking' people will be posting out on monday. I mean, there's not much of a problem conversing, but it kinda sucks when you've no one to really talk to, about, say, starbucks customers, music, bushwoman(private joke), or how many small boys ong eng sun tickled(not so private, but still pretty private joke). Talked to nut today, felt like taking a step back into the real world, into civilisation. Thanks so much for calling. And for the rest, sending smses throughout the course of the day, calling to ask how i am, thanks. Thanks so much. It really means a lot. Without looking at the next 2 years, my future seems pretty ok now. Reserved myself a place in NUS business school, as well as in NTU economics faculty, and shortlisted for an interview at SMU. Why business? I guess cos its more broad-based, and the fact that i don't wanna have anything to do with science anymore, because, i'm sorry, i don't get orgasmically inspirited whenever electrons jump from one orbital to another. Let's just put it down to the au effect yeah? I guess now i'm going through that phase of wanting to take control of, well, at the very least, the materialistic side of my life. Of wanting to fulfill my goal of becoming financially secure, with money streaming in from multiple sources. But we all know, ultimately, that i'll probably be slogging away under the 'guidance' of some exploitator/boss named sockalingam or some jap-malay tyrant named kani nabe bin ramen. Anyway, gotta go now, have a hot date with the pasir ris magazine auntie.
12:38 a.m. - 2004-05-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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