there’s no pretense.

One last duty for the month of March, and so I’m booking in tonight, on a lovely, carefree, worry-less Saturday night. Sigh. Good riddance March. You have by far been the worst month I had this year.

Oh, and I have no idea why my Bittorrent is so slow now. After tweaking it to make it go supposedly faster, the speed suppassed my expectations and dropped to unimaginably low levels. Great. Looks like I ought to undo the changes next week. :/

Murdoch, ECU, University of Arts London – LCC, or… NTU? No not NTU. I really don’t want to study in Singapore anymore. I’m in a dilemma. I don’t know which to choose. I ought to seek advise.

On a more postive note,

FULHAM OWNED MANCHESTER UNITED’S SORRY ASS 2-0.

Keep it up Man U! (:

It’s been a long time since I watched a soccer match live, no thanks to the lack of cable television at home and church on Saturday night. But tonight is one of those nights where I know exactly why I love soccer and why I’ll never get sick of it.

LIVERPOOL OWNED MANCHESTER UNITED’S SORRY ASS 4-1.

Now that’s something worth celebrating. I should have stayed at the coffee shop and watched the remaining 20 minutes. Darn.

Problem after problems regarding rations. I seem to be really ill-fated with them. Oh what have I done to you Mr SFI that you treat me so unwell? You conduct a survey twice every week to check on the standard of your food, hygiene, and service. Here’s my honest opinion.

You suck Mr SFI.

You cook lousy food that’s seriously overpriced.

Your service sucks and the ‘positive’ feedback you get from your surveys every week are due to the spies you place beside the survey machine who bombard with questions and more surveys if you fail to choose ‘very good‘.

You always run out of food for us hardworking, hungry soldiers like me.

There you go. Overall survey result for Mr SFI?

FAIL.

FAAIILL.

FAY-EEL.

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins.
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys.
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair.
Stole me a dog-eared map, and called for you everywhere.

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth.
Big pill looming.

Now I’m a fat house cat, nursing my sore blunt tongue.
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks.
Pissing on magazine photos.
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of Christ mountain stream.

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth.
Big pill stuck going down.

I absolutely love this song. It’s on repeat on my iTunes! (: