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Thought I could have gotten a little bit of rest when my hardcore Vanna White-fashioned guard duty ended on the morning of Wednesday. Fell out straight back to bunk to get a nice cold and soapy shower before walking into the Diet Coke of Hell. No sleep. Work was murder with eleventh hour updates on logistics, which literally almost got me killed. Although I can't help but think that if it were anyone else, they would already not be breathing. Know me, love fronting upon stress, left for the cafeteria to enjoy some nice fried bee hoon and a bowl of iced aloe vera with longans. Settlement of administrative matters definitely are much easier to down with the absence of tension, however, it was taken into hands by the powers that be. 0_0 Adding to the suck level, with the rather horrible office day just about over, my sergeant major walks up in my face, casually bearing bad news that he usually does, about training. What's with this camp and it's habitual system of sudden change in activities? For you guys out there, don't go, "It's the army, dammit." because stuff like that is planned, for real y'all. Okay... I'm not one to bitch but it was night's out. A simple compromise for postponing would suffice IF I hadn't already promised Greg and gang to meet up... Well, either way, I wasn't gonna stay back for some dumb training, haha.

Fast forward to Orchard Emerald. Took a train down to Somerset to meet Greg, Varian and Gayle fer dinner. Exactly have no idea what blinded me from the choice of beautiful hotdogs they sold up to date, the Spicy Chilli Dog shall be my new usual fer MOS Burger. Jalapenos. Mmmm. Nadine and her friend Carrie joined us later on to check out -gasp- PARADIGM INFINITUM! The guys nicknamed it Geek Central and I soon found out why. Wasn't really a sad place to be in but it'd creep some girls out. Many grown men living out board games as realistically as Neo and Morpheus having sparring sessions. The sex shop Condomillion, just one floor below, would've had a more comfortable vibe. Bought a set of blue/gold dice. From PI, that is, not the rubber dick stall. We browsed quite a bit while waiting for Kev, who met us around HMV and we visited Borders. Phased through the various sections where I became the butt of all King jokes. Har har. -_-

It's always nice to at least hang around some part of town especially since I've been cooped up indoors recently. McCafe was perfect fer the smokers. Sat and chatted about stuff from school to TV serials till it was time to disperse fer home in cabs, which I took with Kev and Greg. Noticed a coupla changes around the house, being gone only a few days. The 'rents did a good job getting the front garden renovated, though it's still in progress. Was too tired to enjoy the new shelter and crawled up onto my room. Dunno where the extra energy comes from to turn on the computer but I did anyway so I could read up rules on D&D, which drained me totally. Napped for the return trip to camp this morning, probably the first time I drooled in the car. Practically was dragging my ass around subconsciously with constant replenishment from cans of 100 PLUS.

Spent the day deciphering a fucking long list of codewords for the upcoming exercise on hard copies, with running conversations of the most unsporting soccer match this year... Really. Not. Fun. It was sort of payback for the screw up yesterday, I guess. Karma. So at least I left the compound with a good weight of my shoulders. Another train buddy today. Johnathan. Yay. Okay. Hardo Gay.

Finally, back at Simei. Dinner with Mommy and Daddy. Then shopped for tidbits to prepare for outfield, heh. Got myself a huge basket. Maybe a little too much. Felt like therapy. Felt good. Until I saw the salesman on his iGallop.

PS: EastPoint now has Long John Silver's. One less reason to leave the neighbourhood. ^_^