Spontaneouity

Morning. 7.38 in the morning. I'm partially awake. Sleep got cut off coz of something. Soccer later, but I'm up now. Somehow my zombie brain drives me to the comp to write in this site. To write a long entry. It's been a long time since I wrote a long entry. Reason being: NS. Bloody NS. Yeah.

But, it's not all too bad.. NS and all. I'm damn thankful for my position right now. It could've been worse, far worse. Take for example, I could be in the army, doing a 6 month BMT, being confined for 2 weeks first, being isolated in a jungle island, and probably missing that important thing in December. Instead, I got a shorter 6 WEEKs BRT, no confinement, located right smack in the middle of a housing estate, more free time, and I could continue the plan for the December thing. So, I'm thankful.

YaWN, hmm, what else to write... it seems my flow of 'crap' is not as good as before. I actually have to think of what to write here. What's wrong with me!?

Here's something quoted from camp this week. I mean yesterday.

Corporal: Come here.
Blur Cock: Yes corporal?
Corporal: Who's your platoon corporal?
Blur Cock: Uhh... Sergeant Jerry.
Corporal: Who's your platoon sergeant?
Blur Cock: Uhh.. Leftenant Farhan.

What the bloody hell. He's such a blur cock. Ate too much Sabo-plex. So, in return, we selected him as IC this week. It's a short week, so he can have the job. Goddamn, he can't even tie his own boots. Officer had to do it for him several times. And... arh... it's just pointless lah. He's pointless.

Is this entry long enough? Nyeh, I can't be bothered.
Like what the BRTC favourite NCO commands... "ahBerheeeeeenTAIK!"