think. visualise. believe. confess.

What is the one must-try drink in town?

Pear cider, which can be found in most pubs. It cost £3.50 per bottle.

Oh shit I am so gonna get a beer belly when I go to Birmingham.

K: if i were an animal, i’d want to be a whale.
…
Me: i would want to be a whale.
i meant i wouldn’t.
K: what would you be?
Me: hmm.
i never though about it though.
OMG…
K: you should.
Me: thought*******
K: THIS IS MSN. NOT AN ESSAY.
Me: READ THAT ALOUD K.
JUST READ THAT ALOUD.
K: HAHA.
Me: I NEVER THOUGH ABOUT IT THOUGH.
K: HAHAHA.
well i heard NS does that to a person.
i guess it’s true.
Me: apparently only to me writing/typing prowess.
K: maybe you’re just a careless typer.
Me: OMG…..
MY*******

Yeah I’ll let you know what animal I’d be after I though about it K.

SIGH.

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. :/

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.

Speeches won’t be made today, clocks will carry on.
Flowers won’t be left in parks, work will still be done.
People won’t be dressed in black, babies will be born.
No flags will fly, the sun will rise,
But we know that you are gone.

You who love to love and believed we can never give enough.

It wakes me every single night, thinking through the day.
Did you stop at any time, have doubts at any stage.
Were you calm or were you numb, or happy just to get it done.
I’ve lived my life without regret, until today.

You who love to love and believed we can never give enough.

I didn’t get to say goodbye, the day before the day.
Was trying to get to work on time, that’s why I turned away.
And missed the most important thing, you’ve ever tried to say.
I’ve lived my life without regret, until today.

You who love to love and believed we can never give enough.
And you who hoped that underneath we all felt the same.
That was until the day before the day.
The day before the day…

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When this post is up my flight will be just taking off for Thailand. You’re flying off tomorrow, and I can’t even be there to send you off. Instead you sent me off today. The feeling just suck. Life has to go on. Trust me. Everything will be alright. (:

This is bad. I actually lost weight! I was weighing above 60 when I was still in course as a trainee. Now, I’m 59! NO! DO NOT WANT! To think I was still thinking I’m getting fat due to the lack of exercise after I passed out. CRAP.

Alright. More food. More protein. More gym. More muscle mass. I am going to gain weight now.

The seven days of leave I had for the past week seem to have pass in the blink of an eye. Oh just when I’m getting accustomed back to the civilian lifestyle once again. Late nights and even later mornings. Arghh. It’s back to army and wearing green again. Let December 2009 come in the blink of an eye as well please. I’ll be in ORD mood and ready to clear all my leave and offs. (:

God please let her get well soon. :/

It was a case of RGD this week. The coming week, it’ll be CFM. CFM-what? Confinement, due to the suay-ness of me being given the BRO (Battalion Recce Officer) role for the last practice for the night during Ex Firetrack. Long story. To sum it up, SUCK THUMB.

Sunday morning book-out, Sunday night book-in. Oh well. At least it’s a public holiday on Wednesday. (: