Saturday, January 27, 2007
Went jv's house at AMK by cab at eight plus the previous night. Raining. Driver said he knows where blk 209 amk ave 3 was but turned out that he do not know. Kept detouring, fare came up to be 12.40 bucks. He still have the cheek to collect full amount from me. But my kind heart deducted 40 cents from that amount. Actually I was short of forty cents, and did not want to use my 50 bucks' note.
Stayed over, because I have to report to seletar camp at 7am. Because AMK is nearer than bedok.
This morning I hopped onto a cab. I told driver "Ser-leh-tah camp" but he heard wrongly as "pasir laba camp." When the cab was on the expressway towards Jurong, I noticed it isn't the direction to seletar camp. I alerted the driver, and he got shocked! I got even more shocked because we have drove a long way and the time was already 6.50am. I was so angry, but remained calm.
Total fare was 19.80. He collected 14 bucks from me.
Event sucks. So many goods to load and unload onto van. Fuck! For once I experienced that shitty manual work. Had chicken rice for lunch. The rice was kinda hard and lack fragrance, yet 2 assholes, one sergeant and the other private, could say it tasted very nice. I wonder if they have eaten chicken rice before. They bought 6 packets of chicken rice; to my surprise, the chilli sauce came in one big packet to be shared. So many spoons scooping the sauce, how hygienic huh. Luckily I was the first to pour, or I'll rather not have it. Should have packed into small bags as I said, but the two assholes who bought the rice said there was only a female girl manning the stall. So what if only 1 person manning? 1 person manning doesn't mean I pay less bucks for the rice huh.
Returned to jv's place to collect my bag. Took a cab from camp. Only 6 bucks. My heart almost sank a thousand feet down. And then returned home.
Went ecp for dinner and blading with dave. Den met up with his fren before getting a lift home.
So lethargic. Tml's sunday. Next week will I fall sick on tue? Hmm maybe thu better? Lol.
Two days ago bernard, a friend from sec sch days, sent a message to all saying he was out of army because of cancer. I thought he was kidding, so I took it lightly. I called his house, wanted to speak to his mum, but he refused. He called my house number, saying he was living elsewhere, but I think he do not know I have a caller ID. He asked us to visit him, so I asked where he lived. He told me compassvale, when he actually lived in anchorvale. So I was so fed up and said I will never believe. It's not that I wouldn't want to believe, but his almost always craps and nonsensical make-up stories made me think it's hard to believe. In the end wc met up with him, and he told me it was for real. But I felt nothing, perhaps because of the lie?
Fancy blaming me what kinda friend I am for not believing in him. In truth, I never believe, till I see it. Wc asked me to meet him on mon at 8pm to visit him before he undergoes chemo, but how come my first reaction was "huh so late?"
Till now I am still wondering if both are kidding :)
I just couldn't care much now. Whatever it is, it is.
Labels: Lethargy
|Melvin Ng| 11:30 pm|
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