Ok i've been trying to get back to blogging for a long time. But every time i've decided to write something here, my mind goes blank all of a sudden. Somehow this happens everytime. & blogger intelligently saves my so-called drafts. My current record is 11 drafts, with 5 of them barely hitting two sentences. One of them goes (or 'went', since i've deleted the drafts.) 'Who ever thought i'll be back to this blogging shit once again? How i wish..' I've since forgotten how i planned to continue that starter.. Another went (or 'goes', sorry my grammar has deteriorated ever since i enlisted.) 'Oh my god. Look who's back.' Haha, how i laughed when i looked through the drafts before deletion.
On a more serious (hmmm, more like military) note, i'm 3 weeks into combat medic training. I've survived needle jab miscues, boring anatomy lectures, unexciting practical lessons, seemingly easy tests and lots of admin time. I've slackened on my physical conditioning part, compared to what i did when training at pasir ris. Being a commando training institute graduate, i've been coined an 'ex-commando' by bunk-mates, platoon-mates, course-mates. It didn't sound too pleasant when i heard it in the first week, but i've already gotten over it. Why in the world shall a grown man get irritated by such little things? Well no worries, i've been getting along with the people there very well. Let's hope i can get into the navy or the air force when i finish this medic course.
I'm currently about 30 pages into The Lost Diaries of Adrian Mole, probably the last installation of the series by Sue Townsend. I've been leaving the book untouched since i bought it like, 2 months ago? In this book, Adrian Mole has reached nearing middle-age crisis, as a single parent with two kids. The humor in the entries i read is getting kinda random. But it's still a light read, anyway. Well, i've got the full series of the Adrian Mole diaries, so feel free to lend it from me if you wanna read them, alright. Provided that you don't mind the yellowish pages and dog-ears. In other words, it's better that you don't lend them la, huh.
Oh yeah, went to Rebel yesterday again. (For the.. 15th time?) It was a crazy night man. Thanks to the good music, I've developed an extremely low voice. Was shouting my damn ass off. Moet & Chandon, along with two jugs of Jim Beam & two glasses of Boston's Beach Party, plus the housepours. The table was full of glasses. Haha. What's crazier, the drinks were only shared among 3 people. Jingda left early. How incredible my alcohol capacity was, to be sober after downing litres of drinks. Was like, saying cheers to the people around us for infinity times. Saw Wee Suan & his girlfriend there, and asked them to join the table. But they only got themselves beer, wtf. Thanked DJ Tang & Rattle personally before leaving. My good brother's gonna enlist this Monday. This should send him off to bmt confinement well enough. And hello Rebel, where's my well-deserved VIP pass?
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO SHAWTY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY. Shit, i'm having problems getting the beat outta my mind. Classics never get old.
Damn, somebody get me into caramel frappe rehab.
Everybody wants to get rich, but who will flourish in the end?
'I said, excuse me little mama, if i may / take this thought and send it your way / and if you don't like that / then send it right back / but i just gotta say, i wanna be on you.'
... Flo-Rida featuring Ne-Yo -- 'Be On You'
