a slight ramble before the usual sunday nght.

the feeling of booking in totally sucks. i look around my room and see the abundant privileges a civilian has and i turn a distinguished shade of envy green.

i realised that national service can be a lonely time in a person's life. the adjustments one has to make to go through the regimental (or at times, detrimental) methods they adhere to.

what makes this booking in much worse is the fact that next week i won't be booking out due to the fact that field camp starts. gah. and no showers. double gah.

went to watch a play last night, and it spoke wonders to my heart, love isn't about lust or passion, it's about contentment, knowing that who you're with is more than enough for you.

god, it's 1 year and 11 months to go. this countdown is probably worst than it seems.

had a good heart to heart chat with kimbo last night after watching the play, it was nice to hear a familiar voice amidst this military life. though it was mainly shallow talks (about how SOMEONE was relishing the sales in town), a heart to heart connection binds us through friendship. hearts girl, school starting soon, enjoy this while you can!

so Ave's over at the house whilst i'm packing my field bag and we're just discussing Harry Potter. won't say much except that the humour level for this movie is MUCH LESS. god, it's becoming so dark.

so heres a good ole cheerios till either the 3rd of August (hopefully) or the 4th if they're not that nice. i'll be back with an oily complexion (fuck) and and outbreak (triple fuck) and hopefully some pounds lost (hurray).

and i'll be your macho soldier. HAHAHAHAHHAA. okay, keep that laughter to a small guffaw.