Fuck lah.

Being on MC away from camp, should mean that I'm far away from lazy fuckers who shirk responsibilities and ask me to do shit that they can do themselves. If you want to book a chalet, fucking book it yourself. I'm on hospitalization leave damnit. Doesn't mean I have to be an errand boy and do all your shit for all you different lazy motherfuckers.

We make it good!

I need to find a way to reign in this bad temper. Maybe getting out of the house will work. I can't afford to break anymore things, considering that breakables cost a tidy bit. Fits of rage or never happy or shiny. Medical leave needs to be OVER NOW.

I need to be at primary schools representing our glorious army or summat.

Like a crazy motherfucker trespassing and taking photos with one hand.

And let's be honest. I am a weird motherfucker with nothing better to do than run around abandoned estates getting bitten by mosquitoes and taking pictures with the only arm that's properly functioning. Who am I kidding? The tomfoolery keeps me more sane than staying at home (as per doctor's instructions) ever will. Pfft. What do doctors know.

oh my god!

I think I am depressed. The way my brain operates is different now.

Pomposity

You know, I've been getting extremely peeved at the numerous fans of the song 'Falling Slowly' lately. I know, I know. Your new American Idol covered it and it was magical and people are going to youtube to search for the song and there are going to be a select bunch of bigots who dream up the illusion that they're some hip scenester, because it's an 'indie' song.

It's disgusting. Makes me shiver in my underpants. There's should be a way for one to be introduced to good music, and it shouldn't through some horrible show which promotes all that is disgusting with mainstream music.


In other news, please go watch the movie 'Once' if you haven't. It's a fantastic film, a great love story driven by the characters and not fancy schmancy effects and grand locations, which the cinemas have been lacking, what with all the big budget films.

Fucking Croissant!

I have 21 days of 'Hospitalization Leave', which I will spend pretty much at home in front of the television mildly depressed at the idea of a possible meeting with the medical board to drop my physical eligibility status.

I got a new fibre glass arm, replacing the low tech plaster one. The new arm is better, lighter and works more effectively. It fully immobilizes my wrist, making my left arm more useless as compared to before.

Places where sick people congregate en masse in gloomy fluorescent lit, artificially chilled rooms depress me. I have at least 3 more trips to such places. The time spent there will be excruciatingly painful exacerbated by the painful slowness in administration due to all the people afflicted with pain and suffering clogging up the artery that is hospital administration.

I have a strong desire to stay away from most of the people I know, because well, I'm not close enough to most of them to feel like burdening them with the pains of my affliction. Holing myself at home will probably depress me more.


Gone are the people who could have illicted joy with no effort at all.

Crikey! It's Crookers!

Ooh. They're going to be at Zouk on 24th July. That is going to be an event I'll be making provisions for because I think I would hate myself a great deal if I miss it.

Goodbye Trouble Peeing! (Hopefully)

Time with the hand surgeon, in less than an hour. And, I just found out that there are people who are so awesome that I tear up at their sentimentality. Which is good, because there's been a marked decrease in emphasis towards building relationships and preserving all sorts of touchy feely memories.

And also, I was dealing with feeling overwhelmingly negative and a tear was all that was needed to bring me back to cheerful (slight) optimism.

Huzzah!

I miss having crazy hair. And also I need to find people (or person!) who will go to the T'ang Quartet performance with me. I mix in all the wrong social circles. And it sucks because there are a lot of things that I would like to do that I have no one to do them with and it is horrible.

In A Committed Non Relationship.

I think I behave the stupidest when I'm completely swept by a wonderful jelly knee inducing feeling. It's a crazy, crazy infatuation that literally makes my heart go soft and I really don't feel like talking because I know I will say something stupid because my head has just gone as soft as the rest of my body.

It's all good, because I'm committed in a non relationship and as a man of principle-although it's nuts- I now am committed to maintaining and (in an exercise of futility) attempt to enhance the status quo.


Which, should keep me occupied enough until I go take care of little kiddies next month, as part of my service to the nation.

I think it's cute you have 32bit moods too.

I think that the lengths people will go to lie and generally bullshit to the people that they like. I mean, I'm impressed as how many people believe that something meaningful may be born out of lying and bullshitting.


That being said, I am not immune to such bullshitting myself and generally behave like a boy nervous about being naked around other boys who may be more well endowed than himself oh my gawd and begins to stutter lousy excuses to make up for a feeling of awkwardness and not feeling good about his inferiority complex.. Which pretty much explains why I haven't had any success with people whom I am extremely enamoured by.

Nobody likes a pissy twit.

Graffiti!: Gangsterism and expressions of army boys.

Can you spot them all?










Thank you.

This is me.

This is what happens after 2 hours and 15 minutes of clueless-ness of html and a one track mind collide.

Goodness. I spent so much time on this that I could've done something more meaningful. Instead I have a aesthetically similar-to the previous- template with plenty of tweaks which I'm sure only I will appreciate.

God, I could've been brushing up on my grammar and punctuation instead.

!!!

I've been in a music induced, high. I don't want to go back to camp tomorrow.

Graffiti!

Oddly enough this affects me much more than it should. I'm guessing it has something to do with my altered psychological state what with the injury and all the fuss it's causing.

Innovation!

Cling wrap!

Unparalleled protection against water when bathing! (Because the cast isn't supposed to get wet)

My arm is really broke.

my hand is broke. so for the next few days i'm only left with the use of one right hand.


ugh.

and i am also suffering from mild fever. it sucks that everything has to come raining down on my parade at the same time.