%#&*#%!!!....

When one really has nothing else better to do, he buys a $10 R/C car and plays it in the barracks. Get a couple more and we can have a mini Barrack GP! 

Last night performed the most by-right duty prowling, and i can remember right, it's my first. Full prowling, from one hanger to the next, updating of books and stuff.... it's pure fucking shagness. even taking a can of Red Bull didn't help much... but the most PISSED of thing was.... no night baiting at all. Master didn't came out at all. And we all did the by-right prowling.... for FUCK!!!! $%#&*!@$!!!!! knnbccb!!! *bangs walls, table, head*
The first round was alright, then came the 2nd... by 3rd i was already giving up. at around 4am it was evident that no way he's gonna show up to even spy or whatever... i was ready to throw the towel at myself when our loop IC finally gave us the stand down sigh. Thank god we were saved from prowling for another 2 rounds, motherf$^&!!!... My legs were aching and my mind was like literally half shut down while walking, to a point where i didn't even know where i was going and Noby had to actually lead the way. Noby was probably maxed out too, everytime when i stopped to rest he would sit immediately... when i entered the weathershed he immediately went bam onto the floor. prowling, alone, in the dark, with my dog who is probably more timid than i am, for 6 hours... no no just 4 hours.... sick man.
Oh and becos he didn't came out last night, there may be a chance that he'll come out tonight.

"F U C K "

i just woke up from a 4 hour afternoon sleep, hope somehow it helps. :(

Just realized too that in this world, there are really some sick lonely ppl out there. take this gonna-ord-soon camp mate of mine. we were heading to Jurong Point together and he was like telling me his dream, about him being a baby sitter and he was pissed... basically in the end he unknowningly killed the baby and inside his wierd dream, the parents of that baby were alright with it blah blah.... then he goes on coming out with this what thingy about horror figure of a ghost of somesort in a baby's body but headless, who goes around killing ppl and taking over their heads... and he would mimick the way they would look like bleh bleh eee... i was just playing along, laughing at he consider as jokes and shit.... throughout the whole bus journey was like praying that the journey ends soon, journey end soon... and before i knew it, he left without saying bye.

Eeks, he must be very lonely at home... even i don't resort to such mindset, eww.

oh look at the time, it's dinner and soon i'm gonna f u c k i n ' do another by right prowling... i tell ya if we were supposed to do all these from the start, i wouldn't last more than week and wouldn't be in dog platoon right now. i pray right at this moment, that that black motherf%^!&! doesn't come out tonight or i'm gonna.. gonna... go home and cry sigh....