finally. the agonising damn 7 day field camp is over. starting to hate my boss. warrants. ugh. good thing i've just got another 4 months! 030605 here i comeeeeeee!
1 week in the jungles and you feel like you're detached from the world. ha! actually i feel detached everytime i take the damned ferry. anyway, if you've got time, go visit cai's blog. the falling off the carriage thing is damn freaking hilarious. tickled the tips of my toes.
sigh leaving the army soon and the few things i'll miss will definitely be those late nights, lying on the grass, watching the stars stretch endlessly into oblivion. red stars, white stars, light blue stars, brown stars. ummm, bet u didn't even realise they had colours eh? the cloudless sky, the full orange moon hanging at the corner and those shining gems, every single one etched into the deep violet sky. such flawless beauty. i'd get a snapshot of it if i could. but tsk. unfortunate.
february! haha so many people's birthdays. namely our dearest elwk, frank(ie) and greggo. and some of you regular patrons here are feb's kids too if i remember right. to elwk, frank and greggo, happy 21st u old goons. haha.
speaking of which, greg and i are gonna have a fantastically romantic v-day night at our beloved rendezvous: reclaimed land. haha, why you say? cos it's the 1st day of sittest! yes on 14th feb it is. walking side by side along the dirt tracks, cursing sweet nothings and star gazing. how romantic? maybe top it off with a bunsen burner dinner. won't you agree greg? ok this is getting a wee bit too sick.
well anyway, it's high time i re-established myself. carrying on where the army stopped me. it's about damn time!
extra note: how to party during fieldcamp.
step 1: get an mp3 phone with techno, rnb, retro. whatever.
step 2: get a megaphone.
step 3: wait till those meddling warrants leave.
step 4: set megaphone volume to 10.
step 5: press phone speaker to megaphone and push play!
"the book, the book is on the table. ta-table ta-table x 3."
wonders of what euro-techno does to people who're bored and full of repressed energy.
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