muse muses musings;

I have wasted too much time idling. As I'm drumming my fingers on the superring-stained keyboard, my personal diary is being neglected badly. For 2 weeks already! I have the option of bringing it to camp, but some people are really just big time cunts so I'll pass that option. Seriously, I can just lose my mind interacting with some of them.

I'd rather be subjected to prolonged periods of pneumatic drill pollution or screeching of dry nails off a whiteboard than continue on with this mundane phase of my life. Right now all that's on my mind is just pure relaxation; no worries, no responsibilities of any sort that will weigh my sorry ass down. Somewhere like the Great Barrier Island or Capri.. the life now is just so unfulfilling. Me and my section buddies really concluded on this statement during one of them normal and languid army days, that if only we could just be kids and be free again.

Managed to NOT spend on something when I went out yesterday. Kind of proud of myself for being able to restrain my itchy fingers. HIAKHIAK. I shall just save for good food and a few select items.. namely THAT fucking sweet Ben Sherman bag and maybe THAT Agnes B. shirt..

Meanwhile I'm also planning on what to do after my 2 years of service. Yes a lot of foresight eh? This is the extent of how fucked up I feel while in camp. I've listed down some possibilities but I'm not sure if they'll take shape at all or not. Need to follow up on them soon enough and I know my parents would back me for this. And fuck no, it has nothing to do with contracts and 5 year bonds. One of my section mates has a similar mindset along with me so if possible, I hope to achieve this with him after NS.

Thinking of it just tugs my heart stings a lil'. The future SEEMS bright for now!


soundbites: Secondhand Serenade - Fall For You