Plurg.

33 mosquito bites on my dorsum. That's not counting the few bites on my face and neck. I hope I get dengue, or whatever mosquito borne disease that's in fashion now.

Damned army bunks.

(What Became Of) the likely lads.

I was just surfing through blogs, and quite honestly got the shock of my life when I realise that I'm still being linked by some of the more amazingly beautiful characters I've had the privilege to know.

Not that it really matters anymore. The zesty, orange energy which used to possess me when I was much younger and still more self centered has gone!


I'm not sure, but I have this sinking feeling that the zesty zesty vigour has been replaced by this hunger for life experiences. I think that from now on, my life will revolve around attempting to experience as many things as possible and for the most part looking for someone or something to really love, and to have offspring. Offspring are very important, if I had a list of things to accomplish in life having offspring would be one of the items in that very, very short list.


But first, I need to learn to be less of an asshole. I need to stop ignoring well intentioned people who sms and stop wishing that I'd physically interact with people more and realise that interacting with well intentioned people virtually is just a step to getting to physically interact with (said) people. Thing is, I'm kind of lazy and wish I could immediatly skip to the the latter stages of what I think can be labeled social interaction.


Oh! Great lusty (and platonic!) relationships, why won't you embrace me like you did before?



And, why do I feel so awkward and incredibly uncool?

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Have you ever encountered something or someone so beautiful that you feel like becoming a better person?


Ah.

National Service Life

It's weird, that I'm being rewarded with a stay that I don't want because of my good performance.

I don't want to bloody blow and build things up. Why the heck would I want to be somewhere were wielding a pick axe or sledgehammer non stop day and night, without rest is considered being operational?

I'd much rather be running around the jungle with a rifle, thank you.

New year.

For the nut cases who come here to find out about me, as I simply make myself unavailable because. You know, despite the constant sudden cessation in communications be it on MSN or SMS or that I drop off the radar for extended periods of times.

So for you people, who still send the unsolicited festive greetings, a happy new year.

You know as much as I curse and swear, there is a special place for you in my heart.




Somewhere.