excused: sunlight

yes, i met an exschoolmate who is currently a clerk because he downgraded his way to pes E with ‘excused: sunlight’ status. when we were joking around about it i didn’t know that it actually existed.

impossible as it may sound – because i am in the army, not because i can’t possibly get any better – i think my writing may have improved o.o i like how my essays turned out but they are best encapsulated by the motto sng suggested for 3e in j1: ‘all style, no substance’ – constructing elaborate and complex sentences to create false impressions and conceal the fact that my essay is startlingly lacking in actual content has long been my forte (y) in retrospect i feel my answers were too opinionated as opposed to objective, which is rather ironic, eh.

now i am torn between old bonds and even older loyalties as i decide who to watch spiderman 3 with but i hope we can all go out together and save me some distress. must decide quickly if i hope to book tickets with a decent view, nyargh. right now in my life mundane worries such as these can be so enjoyable.

ahhh the joys of not having to book in on sunday night!

O Most Glorious Block Leave, thou must occur more frequently.

tissue won’t fix it

verily, if i post the transcript of my interview today it may cause most to experience a whole myriad of emotions ranging from sympathy to amusement, disbelief and even a deep shame; one might be inclined to think i waltzed in with the intention of earning myself the eternal damnation of the law faculty. seeing as how the only thing i know about taiwan is that they have good sausages (a point which i deemed rather unsuitable for further discussion) there seems to be no purpose in me turning up at the essay test tomorrow. my joy shall be boundless should taiwan be in the essay question.

attempts at procuring a cheap, nice, comfortable and simple red tee for the sole purpose of battalion games day at sentosa have been futile, for such qualities combine in permutations which involve mutually exclusive elements. my lovely red shirt from threadless happens to fit the bill but not me.

‘200 pound beauty’ turned out to be funny, romantic and touching without being too sappy – a feel-good movie worth watching. one unsettling factor was that male lead looks exactly like a certain schoolmate if he loses some weight; ‘unsettling’, because prior to the movie we did not realise his latent hotness.

anyhow i must sleep not because it’ll improve the quality of my essay tomorrow but because i am schleepyyyy.

not anymore.

suffice to say if training continues at the intensity of the past week my frail, mortal body shall not last long against the ravages of such exquisite torture. already my calves burn with the fury of a thousand suns (copyrighted, shawn ignatius tan, 2007). even my fingers are aching and cramped from my manual dexterity test yesterday, which i completed in half the allocated time. i wasn’t expecting people to actually get axed at this round because i thought people who applied to dentistry would possess some shred of manual dexterity by default but i stand corrected, wawaweewa.

they have decreed that what we do in camp is classified information and must not be divulged in case CITIVFWOWCAWMVPTH (Countries In The Immediate Vicinity From Which Our Water Comes And Which May Very Possibly Turn Hostile) get their grubby meathooks on our training program but i very obviously cannot care less:

we had a navigation exercise around macritchie/lower mandai area on thursday but that fateful morning it rained like fuck so rivers appeared everywhere. the most ironic thing is that the entire busful of scouts got lost on the way to lower mandai because bus driver did not know the place and neither did the commanders, so we jumped from one highway to another including a u-turn right in front of a sign that said “NO U-TURN HERE”. one sergeant told us to smile and wave at the huge swarm of cars waiting for us to complete the u-turn — “it’s for the sake of our nation’s defense!” never mind that no one heard him through the glass windows and the incessant honking.

one of murphy’s laws must say that all spider webs are spun at face level between trees – i must have walked into two hundred of them. my sergeant got attacked by a three-inch long scorpion, and we all went for a swim in a river which wasn’t supposed to be there because the mud beneath gave way under our weight. eight hours of non-stop navigation and searching for checkpoints (the last of which was fucking non-existent) made me a follower of the emo-goth-teen axiom life is pain.

law interview coming up in a few hours, gg to me.

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“Write a brief account of yourself and your reason for wanting to read ___”

thank you, NUS, for sending me everything all at once with no consideration whatsoever of the fact that i’m defending the nation (or at least, learning how to) and giving me deadlines on the following week which would have been very gracious if not for the fact that i will spend all of said week in camp.

how i am going to write a decent essay for my selection test this weekend is seriously beyond me.
dentistry manual dexterity test on friday, law interview on saturday, law essay on sunday, dentistry interview on monday.
SO MUCH FOR ENJOYING MY BLOCK LEAVE.

i seriously have no idea why i want to read law — i mean, why must one have a reason? i just want to read law because, to me, doing anything else (other than dentistry/law) is pretty much useless and i’ve got absolutely no interest in reading other stuff but i can’t actually write that in my statement. also, i have no knowledge of whatever lawish crap they’re gonna throw at me and my knowledge of current affairs is as updated as shirin nadira’s blog.

oh, life.

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they call it Very Irresistible for a reason ;_; also, why am i still getting only threehundredfuckingfifty dollars despite the fact that i am now a reconnaissance trooper in an active unit?

very irresistible indeed

verily, my… investigative powers are not to be trifled with. also, much <3 to google (y)

yesterday my coy had games day at eastcoastpark and it was great fun although it would have been much better if  only _____________________________. yup.
anyway i was on the frisbee team which pwned the other platoons with scores like 12-2 and 8-0 (y)

i want givenchy’s Very Irresistible but it is le sexpensive and i am le broke.

hide your face so the world will never find you

wow now i don’t even feel sian about booking in anymore.

after hearing from charmaine that darren had already received his letter from NUS i was beginning to think that faculty of dentistry didn’t want me ;_; but actually i didn’t get the letter only because my dad forgot to check the mailbox. sexciting ! now all i need to do is ace the manual dexterity test and pwn the interview and beat 1348 other applicants to secure myself a place among the chosen forty (y) all in a day’s work; or rather, two days’ work, since the two selection phases are on different days.

the tragedy is that both days are part of a block leave most insidiously-planned, no doubt, to coincide with my interview and dexterity test which means i don’t get to book out – which is actually both a good thing and a bad thing, and this is where i stop making sense once more.

you alone can make my song take flight

phantom of the opera last night was amazing ! though it could have been much better if raoul had been someone else, and christine’s hair was too curly for my taste but never mind that. the singing was really brilliant, save for raoul, though it wasn’t so much of his technique because he sang really well but sorry your voice sucked kthxbai.
after the show i bought a long-sleeve black shirt for keepsake while stef got a mug and shawn just stood around being bored. it was worth every bit of the $162! except for raoul.

the sunlight pouring through the leaves;

re: hypothesis proven
sgt: helmets off
helmt: *off*
me: AHHH, AT LONG LAST.
me: curse this helmet!
me: it is but a physical manifestation of our incapacitation
me: a mental prison mounted symbolically upon our heads
me: caging our minds! robbing us of the ability to thi–
sgt: time to go! helmets on
helmet: *on*
me: — fuck.

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there are times when your visage is an elusive portrait — in my mind’s eye i paint your brows, but when i try to decide on the softness of your lips one feature or another fades away into a nebulous blur, and then your countenance slips once again from my grasp entirely, just as sand trickles from a clenched fist. there are times, though, when you appear to me, startlingly lucid; your eyes sparkling just like when i first saw them, and your smile so much more than just a memory.

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smack that.

hmm, clubbing has lost its sheen. it never really was that fun la, i’m just the big bandwagoner – “oooh, i’m eighteen, must club.” well suffice to say i don’t think i’ll ever go clubbing again. unless it’s hiphop at phuture <3

now _____ is both a pain and a joy, which is really tragic and ironic and a whole host of other words i can’t be bothered to unearth from the depths of my throbbing head right now. and i shall derive immense pleasure from leaving that blank empty so that the sentence will make absolutely no sense whatsoever, i win, kthx. and of course, those who do know what i’m talking about will shut up.

mehh. head v pain and my eyes have turned all red and gooey. sleep is in order !