monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Idealism is what precedes experience; cynicism is what follows. There was a man, a lonely man Who lost his love, thru his indifference A heart that cared that went unshared Until it died within his silence And solitaire is the only game in town And every road that takes him, takes him down While life goes on around him everywhere He's playing solitaire And keeping to himself, begins to deal And still the king of hearts is well concealed Another losing games comes to an end And deals them out again A little hope goes up in smoke Just how it goes, goes without saying There was a man, a lonely man Who would command the hand he's playing And solitaire is the only game in town And every road that takes him, takes him down While life goes on around him everywhere He's playing solitaire... Heh thanks so much for the gb entries. It seems, from what some people have told me, that my blog has, somehow rather, turned into some weekly entertainment column. Oh well. All i can say is that i'm both honoured and glad that i can bring entertainment(?) to people's lives, at the risk of being hated and killed by certain individuals whom i've insulted before in my previous entries. To those people, if by some chance you happen to visit this website, which so helpfully pops up on google if you type 'describe feeling left out'(serious! go try it!), then all i can say is that i'm sorry. The insults were supposed to be behind your back, and you aren't supposed to chance upon it, even though you can easily do so by looking in the mirror. But i must reiterate the point that people in camp are generally pretty nice. Despite the usual language barriers(someone asked how to spell 'effort', to which i so kindly replied 'e-r-e-c-t-i-o-n', and he believed it), they make real good friends. Well, some of them, at least. But what i've learned this week in camp is that i shouldn't take anyone at face value. Some people, on the surface, may just seem to be irritating pests, but after getting to know them better, you realise that, hey, deep down inside, they're actually revolting mongrels. Okok point is that i've learned that everyone, no matter how high their marginal propensity to eradicate is, do have a story to tell, do need people to listen to them. After all, we're all human, albeit some being less human than others. So yeah, its time for some acceptance on my part. But of course, the sniggering will still continue. Recently, some new guys moved into my platoon. There's this one guy, he's nice, we can communicate pretty well and all. But telling him that i'm a pro-wrestling fan was a big mistake. See, he's OBSESSED with wrestling, and now he constantly wants to try out his wrestling moves on me. Which is not a good idea, because if i do give my consent to be his guinea pig, i'll either end up sprawled dead on the floor, or in some wrestling position that would have other bunkmates question my sexuality. Also, i'm not ruling out the possibility that he'd elbow drop me in the middle of the night. Alas, i sleep in fear. Anyway, on to more light-hearted news. I've recently heard from my friend that an acquaintance of mine from AC attempted suicide. Also, yet another guy from my platoon's suffering from depression. Every morning, we'll both look out of the window, me, admiring the splendid sunrise, he, looking 4 storeys down. People say that soldiers now are mentally weak, that soldiers last time 'never say die'. I don't think we're weaker, i personally feel that we've come to realise the actual cold hard fact that death is the simplest and best way out. And that it all boils down to the battle between your morals, religion, and who or what you live for, versus the angel of death. I'm fortunate to have a sturdy pillar of strength in my friends and family. I guess for some, the pillar's been eroded into a mere piece of thread upon which they cling onto. I wanna help, but how? To make matters in camp worse, recently there's been a spate of thefts going on, and our officer is getting real pissed at not being able to nab the culprit. And so he's gonna call in some special police unit thingy to question each and every single one of us. And we might be put through lie detector tests. I can just imagine my session with the lie detector. 'So, have you ever had any fantasies that involved you, both jennifer garner and keira knightley, and a beach in hawaii?' 'Erm...No sir.' 'BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!' Anyway yeah, going off now...gotta go sleep. 12:04 a.m. - 2004-05-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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