I'm quite sure all men are born with an IQ of 100 (give or take 10). Then it's a matter of how much sense is knocked into you so you either become smart, or too much knocking goes on till the point you become more spastic than a baboon's ass. Judging by the way my schedule has been running this week, I'm force to concede that my highly sympathetic, intelligent and caring S3 has probably the brain power of a peanut in a squirrel's mouth, and couldn't feel a damn thing even if you shoved a red-hot poker up the place where the sun doesn't shine (for him. Or anyone else for that matter, unless you go skinny dipping or enjoy sun bathing naked, you pervert.)

Case in point; what sane person would put another sane person through range, soc, acct, and a10km run within the space of 4 days? Or for that matter, what sane person would actually go and do the above mentioned of their own volition? Upon closer inspection of our conundrum, we can thus conclude that these 2 rhetorical questions prove that:

a.) the army is full of clinically insane people
b.) the sane one's aren't there of their own free will

On the topic of sane people, the other Wednesday we went northpoint for nights out. After dinner at pastamania, Anastasia "fire on the dance floor" Yap needed his regular drug dose caffeine fix, so off we went to starbucks, a merry group of short hair men (who tried not to look like nsfs but failed epically because no straight men would go out with other straight men in a group unless they're all boarding the ferry to bintan, or going to have a beer), Anastasia "fire on the dance floor" Yap, USWO(SG) Tan "not another medal?!" Pang Hua, me, Iven "Tangela would be jealous" Peh, Tan "can't see my toes" Chee Yong, and Cyrmaeth "of Stormwind". At starbucks, we encountered 2 rather peculiar people. (Maybe there was some buy-1-get-1-free offer on weirdoes)

The 1st weirdo bought a nice steaming mug of chamomile tea, which he placed on the table, sat down, and promptly walked off as cool as a cucumber. Boy, the tea must have sucked so bad if he didn't even bother to put his lips to the cup. Either that or he's some loon. I'm leaning more to the latter. The 2nd weirdo was this lady man it shim who ticked us off for taking weirdo number 1's seat.

Shim: "Excuse me! That seat is taken!"

Fire on the dance floor: "Oooook."

Can't see my toes: "Eh eh that guy is going off leh"

USWO(SG): "..." *stares at fire on the dance floor*

Me:"Er he's going down the escalator"

Cyrmaeth casts fear on weirdo number 2!
Cyrmaeth:"Should we just heck care that person?"

Fire on the dance floor: "Yes yes bitches let's just sit down."

USWO(SG): "..." *gazes intently at fire on the dance floor*

Me: "Pang hua move your ass you're blocking the way"

And thus we all sat down. Now I don't have anything against people who are civic minded, but it's another thing to stick your hermaphroditic nose or other bits) into places it doesn't belong. If someone sat down at your table then yeah, ticking them off is fine but, Seriously. Who. Gives. A. Friggin. Shit. Whether. The. Table. Next. To. Yours. Is. Occupied? But then again shehe shim had a butt so big it came complete with it's own zipcode, so maybe she wanted the table for herselfhimself itself. That would explain why later when USWO(SG) asked whether 1 of the 3 flagrantly empty chairs around herhim shim was taken, shehe shim said yes, yes it was taken. By her massive posterior maybe.

But wait! I hear mummurings of discontent; Shaun, Shaun, I understand the 1st weirdo was a weirdo because he threw away a $6 cup of tea without even taking a sip, but surely the 2nd person was just extraordinarily rude?

Well, actually,

No.

shehe shim is not only rude, but weird because it's definitely a sin to be carrying around that much cellulite in 1 compartment, and shehe shim has a overactive hermaphroditic nose which can't control itself and likes butting in to other people's business. Maybe she was hoping Starbucks would give her a medal for defending one of their seats from a group of nsfs.

Everybody has a breaking point. The threshold after which if any more shit starts to build up, said person snaps. Ka-boom. Pow. Fireworks and the whole show included. So. There comes a day whereby I, a normal, rational, sane human being with a (I'd like to believe) high tolerance level for bullshit, would blow my Vesuvius and bury Pompeii with lots of ash.

But today is not that day.

Well, I almost blew it though. Because my dad has the ego the size of his stomach.

But I'm not going to dwell on it.

think happy thoughts Shaun!

まったく. こんどのどよぅびいえへかえされない.

O.M.G.

AFA is coming back! So totally awesome. Now I need to drop everything that I might possibly have, blow off any form of reunions happening on the 21st and 22nd of november and start planning on how much to spend over there. And this time, I'm going to go super early so I don't miss out on the model kits.

Oh. For the uninitiated, AFA stands for Anime Festival Asia. Yup. I went last year on a whim because it coincided with the block leave given after my trip to the land Down Under and I totally enjoyed myself there. So I am so definitely going there again. I mean, it's not everyday you get to laugh at all the ridiculous failed attempts at cosplaying see cosplay in Singapore.

Note to self: Bring a camera this time.

Going back to camp is like going cold turkey. Once you had a taste of civilian life, you want more. Well actually, maybe it's the reverse. Once you had a taste of ns, you just want to get the hell out of there. As soon as possible.

But I'm going back. Urgh. How stupid. Well whatever. It's just 3 more months before that hellhole gets thhe goodbye kiss from me. Well actually, it probably won't get a kiss. I might flip the bird at it while I'm walking away.

Positive highlights from the week:
- Hit 80.
- Did my first heroic.
- First epic gear

Positive (non WOW) highlights of the week:

Managed to catch up with Jon and David on friday. Had fun walking around suntec and lamenting over the deplorable state of the epl after read madrid decided that they had too much money to spend and bought all the stars of their rivals leagues while financing the purchases by selling off the entire dutch first team squad.

Man U won arsenal 2-1! =D

Well that's it. I'm going to camp now. Bah.

cough cough. wow. this place is really dusty. Time to give it some life, after a fashion.

So let's see now. It's the middle of august, which means i'm 4 months from ORD! hell yeah. it's about time that damn light at the end of the tunnel decided to stop playing hide and seek with me. A little while more before I can trade in that gruesome green card for a pretty pink one.

A little while back, we had this pep talk by my direct superior on what we were gonna take with us when we finally ord. He was saying that he hoped no matter what we thought this 2 years was, we would at least have learnt something before we leave.

My first thought was "HA. HA. HA.".

(Well, unless you count the automatic response "this 2 years? freakin waste of time.". but that's like some reflex action amongst all National Slaves when you pose the question: What did you think about your 2 years?, so it doesn't count.)

Then, "I couldn't learn something in this repressive environment even if you drilled a hole into my skull and injected subject matter into my decaying brain."

Also, "Gosh, if we book out in half an hour's time I'll consider it divine intervention."

Finally, "Oh wait. I did learn something. Green is SO NOT my colour."

On a more serious note, I'm fast reaching the point where I have to accept the fact that I'm going to have to rely on a better method of studying other than diffusion (whereby the textbook is stuck to your head overnight) and prayer if I'm going to go uni. Bah. Studying. Then again, I rather study than sign on, so that's a modicum of motivation I guess.

On the topic of studying, I am now officially 2 lessons away from completing the E2 module of my Japanese classes. Now supposedly the E3 classes are conducted on the weekdays, so I sincerely hope that I'll be able to attend the classes because a disruption now would kill the momentum. Although, considering the royal prick that happens to be in charge of overseeing and vetting all supplementary courses that we want to attend, I might as well bang my head on the nearest wall in the hopes I get ESP and forgo the need to attend all future classes.

Recieved the letter about a week ago. Extremely overjoyed because it means I'm this much closer to my ord. Hell freakin yeah baby. 6 more months and I'll be the proud owner of a new stack of rags. Or actually, since they're can't retain sweat water I'll probably burn them. Or do something with them involving the darkest corner of the storeroom and 15 sets of locks and seals. Fun stuff.

I can't believe that 1 and a half years have gone by since I was a young, innocent, naive and raw recruit eagerly anticipating my 1st tekong haircut...

wait. That sentence has so many irregularites it makes maddoff's scheme look normal.

I can believe it's 1 and a half years, I doubt I was young and innocent, VSRCCU made tekong look like a childcare centre, and I was so NOT looking forward to losing my hair.

That said, it's now officially 20 days since I turned 20! Neither a teen nor an adult. Perfect way to describe an NSF too. Neither a civilian nor a regular. Stuck between now and then. Or, as my encik would so elegantly put it; "c**e b*i lah! ask you do simple area cleaning and you guys give me this half f**k standard!"

alrighty that's enough for the day. I'm heading to bed.

sigh. Another fruitless day doing slumber-inducing labour in the hell hole, and I...

Wait. Scratch that.

Another fruitless day spent inside a lecture theatre listening to ms de silva going on about the little bits and pieces inside the stupid plant cell, and... oh. It's not her. It's just some senile old coot lecturing on safety.

Gosh. I actually felt like I was in jc again! I mean, the similarites. The comfortable high back chairs, the dim lights, the soft monotones of the guy on the lantern, th-ZZzzzz.

Moving on to the positives, I can now bring psp to camp! But, however painful it is to admit, I don't have a psp. Oh dearie me. This problem has to be rectified. Either I should; bring my ds to camp, or, get a psp. Also, my aunt asked me to tutor my cousin in p6 maths. Whether this works out or not, I'll have to pray first. Because I'm not close to my father's side of the family, so this is kinda sudden. If it works out, I think it'll be beneficial towards the "shaun's-pilgrimagetrip-to-japan" fund.