This whole month pretty sucks a lot. The only good event that has ever happened to me, the most positive thing, is a Jack's Place treat I got from my former supervisor. Other than that. It sux. Basically things have not been really good. Everything seems to be going downhill.
Oh wells. I ran a total of three 2.4km runs this weekend. One on sat morning, one on sun morning and another in the evening. I am going to try to make it a good habit to keep running. Maybe in camp ask for permission to run in the evening/night. After RO. Gotta beat the flab.
8:09 pm;
Friday, January 19, 2007
title:{Sianzness}
Sianz. Life sux. Just fitted a set of No.1. For use for funeral. Stupid. Life sux. Seriously. I don't know why. The ever so familiar waves of emotions just washes over me yet again.
Man I don't know what to do. I'm running out of pills. Cutting down to once per fortnight. Not working well. Its driving me a bit crazy. And stressed out too. Makes me want to drink and drink and drink. Chances are I'm gonna die pretty young, considering how much second hand smoke I've consumed since going to army. Hope its soon though. So I don't have to worry too much about the future. It just seems to be getting bleaker and bleaker by the day. Stupid world. Ruining it for everyone else.
10:41 pm;
Saturday, January 06, 2007
title:{DXO}
Man I'm super wasted. So totally wasted. Very tiring. Gay party at DXO and went to iguana drinking. I'm getting old for this man. Anyway the party wasn't anything interseting to say about. Come on man. The whole battalion in there. So many freaking guys. The CO is one mad case. No smoke and free flow of soft drinks. Everyone was simply sian sian. Well at least got some Dance activity involving the HQ officers that did managed to spice things up a bit.
Man stupid guys got totally drunk. Wanted to like have a bit of supper and go chill out over a couple of drinks. Some buggers totally like pung seied up to get high on their own. Still dare to try to drag other people down. Man they just made more conflict for themselves.
Oh wells. Going to go on standby soon. Means must fly back to camp within 2 hours once the button is press. Stupid man. ARMY SUX. Why must do so many nonsense one. Yeesh. We must face reality. WE WILL GET OUR ASSES PWNED!!!! No matter what we do in a war. WE WILL STILL FREAKING LOSE!. If we can survive a nuclear missile strike, I will gladly chop off my balls and bid it to the highest bidder. NO anesthetic also can. STEWPID Morons.
Then also kena sai kang battery. Funeral also must go stand there in No.1 and not move. Then go for 21 Gun salute for National Day. So many weekends gone. One day. They will pay for wasting time. I will flee and go press the button to launch that Nuclear on my own.
10:06 am;
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
title:{Badminton}
Woohoo. Its back to basics. Playing badminton all over again. Now my calves, ankles, arms hurt like crazy. Very long never play liaoz. In fact very long never exercise that much too. Haiz. Very depressing to know our future isn't really going out as planned. So many factors keep trying themselves in. Trying to throw us off course. Stupid.
Oh wells. Perhaps once we can get through everything, we can get what we want. All our friends with us. And singing forever. Just gotta keep holding on and praying everyday.
8:02 pm;
Monday, January 01, 2007
title:{Happy New Year}
A year has come and gone. Happy new year to everyone. Had countdown online with the choir people. It was one great countdown. LOL. Though the conversation wasn't very much an uplifting start but nevertheless it throws around questions and possibilities of the near and far future.
A very turmoil year it has been. No more school. Starting working and learning what its like to earn cash. Enter the army. Suffered shit after shit. Went down the deep end. Got up again. So many things. Not exactly something you want to repeat again. Except for some parts. Like the singing and stuff.
Oh wells. Time to look ahead and not dwell in the past too much. Getting old already. Gonna be 20. YUCKS. So disgusting. No more a teenager. Oh wells. Time to start lying about my age. Usually youth would lie to look older. Now its time to turn it around and start lying that we are younger. Need to like dye hair. Wear more outlandish outfits. That deny the age. ARGH!!!!
10:30 am;
N {PROFILE}
Norman Woon
21 Years Young
Male
27/03/1987
MJS, MSS, CJC(rox)
