this city's made us crazy

and we must get out.


i'm tired and i'm sick and i'm aching and i'm sleep-deprived and i'm enslaved to my own obligation
and i missed yina's flight out and wont be seeing her. for. a. year.

the only consolation today: found two oooh so lovely nice shirts, and my hair decided to behave

other than that its just been so sucky and irritating i wish i dint go out today.
maybe its just my fault for not being understanding, or accommodating enough, or tolerant enough.

i dont like my life

i dint realize i havent blogged for so long! somehow i've taken time to be measured in weekend blocks, so i think that since its not been THAT many weekends since i last posted an entry it hasnt felt like any significant loss to my blogging history.

then when i come online and go to my blog and read my last entry (like more than a month ago), i also realize i cant think of anything to blog about that isnt so scandalous or private or embarrasing that i wouldnt want anyone to read about and hyperventilate and die. used to have lots of crap to put down so that i wouldnt forget what the crap was on my mind that i didnt want to forget, but now i cant think of the next thing i wanted to say to anyone or whatever things i had to bitch about two days ago that seemed so important then. maybe it just means i'm becoming more mature and less focused on trivial bitchy interpersonal issues. as if.

its funny when meeting up with other guys and we have to make an agreement that in the next half an hour we WILL NOT talk about army stuff. but the saf worm will still manage to escape after a few minutes. indefatigable. no wonder its said the army life is no life at all.

i will never in my life sign on to the army. i would have to be crazy.

right now, i dont like my life. at all.

worse for the wear

home for today and yesterday and tomorrow

of all things to happen i have to get myself injured and fall sick AT THE SAME TIME during driving... bloody stupid.. strained my back and had a fever, and at 11.30 at night after coming back from the driving circuit i was compelled by my instructors to report to the medical centre.

but its a nice break tho.. even if i have to leave e other two guys in my crew to do a three man servicing for the next few days.

staying at home isnt that exciting... i'd rather be outfield or in camp doing servicing.. even though its torturous at times and exhausting all the time, it comes to a point where you cannot help but feel a sense of duty and responsibility towards your crew, knowing that once you're not there they're gonna have to take up your job as well as their own... guilt.