I’m glad this month is finally over (almost). Well, that’s an understatement, to be fair to myself. I’m extremely happy I can put this month behind me.
June, traditionally (in terms of the past six years for clarification’s sake), has never been a great month for me. I broke up with the absolute love of my life — with whom I had a fantastic one year love-story — four years ago in the month of June… and that left me crushed for many months. I think, in some way, that the break-up with Heather way back then led to a series of events that happened in 2002/2003 that have shaped who I am this very day. And this very day, I am still reeling over the dissolving of my relationship with Sabrina. I also haven’t been very productive this month, and generally been off my game in many areas.
It is my resolution to improve myself as a person from this month. I just got news from my Mom that my Dad, who’s been ill for the last couple of days, has heart problems. Ain’t that just the best news ever? Yeah, sarcasm detector going crazy there. What does this mean for me? SIMPLE! More pressure on my shoulders to quickly take over as the breadwinner. Not that I can slip into such a role whilst in the Army, as I pointed out to myself. Working part-time during the weekends is dandy and all, but it’s not a long-term fix. It’s only for my immediate needs; food, booze, entertainment, clothes, and all those other bollocks. Bah. Whatever. I aim to keep myself updated with the world and the way it changes until next September. I don’t want to get a job simply because I can bullshit people, and then not know how to do it and therefore lose the change to carve out advancement opportunities.
This week at work; eh, nothing much to say. Back in Tekong for the long-haul again. Had a couple of lessons the past couple of days, which didn’t pose much of a problem. On Wednesday, had to go back to HQ to help with more shifting rubbish. Ended up doing jack shit. Left early to go galavanting with MISTER OHK. After running a small errand, he brought me to Balestiar so that I could help him do some legalised quasi-gambling (4D to be precise). Hilarious. He told me a lot about himself and his family, which opened up a side of himself I never expected to be exposed to. The more I think about it, the more I think MISTER OHK is a nice guy. I just believe that he chooses to flex his authority in weird and often-comical ways. I do not foresee any problems as far as surviving with him as my crazy boss in AFC is concerned. He constantly calls on me to help him with minor missions, even when he could call anybody else that isn’t toasted brown (HARDY HAR HAR). Heh. Anyways, we had some dumbass parade today. Which meant, boots and a beret and waiting a long time for some bigwig in the SAF to talk about things that don’t mean a damn to me. Blah blah blah, slacked for the rest of the afternoon. Didn’t do anything productive, except attend a lecture on general safety procedures our unit must adhere to. Run of the mill stuff.
Like I said, nothing exciting. This is, though: a friend introduced me to this girl last night. Quite attractive, nice body. Distinctly conservative fashion sense. By all accounts, I should have been happy to get a chance to hop back onto the bandwagon straight away… but I just didn’t click with this girl. Rather, I didn’t give myself a chance to click with her. I’m going to go out with her on Sunday, but it’s merely a formality. I’m not drawn to her. Heck, I see a lot of pretty girls around lately… and after the initial encounter where I decide whether they’re really hot or not, any sembelance of interest fades away. My mind’s still on Sabrina.
I’m such a god-damned pussy, innit? GAWD.
OUT.
