3D2N exercise/ Rants

Conclusion for 3D2N Exercise:




One picture says it all, basically the highlight of our support for armour's proficiency test. And oh, canned luncheon meat is awesome in outfield.

Side note:
I hate it when the only way you can reach someone is through Facebook. Not by fucking sms, not by fucking calling your cell, not by msn chat (why bother putting "Available" when you're not there) but by Facebook. Seriously, if a friendship only exists within the virtual realms of a fuckiing social networking sites where your other 1000+ odd "acquaintances" (including the dickwad stalkers that you've just met at a party that you're too nice to simply ignore and it's just a way to get rid of the ever annoying friend request because they'd simply just send it again because if you were to block them, one of them might actually be a psycho which might splash acid on your face on your way home)are free to critique and comment on whatever mundane bullshit everyday activities or ranting or interactions between real (the last time i checked) friends, then I'd have turned out to be on the same level of those dickwad stalkers to you so fuck your obsession with shit Facebook reputation and self worth that you can obtain from pretty much fucked up unknown strangers, fuck your bullshit because the next time you'll only illicit a fucking reply from me, is through the mouth on my face, not the book.

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Dear self, lull periods are awesome, you wake up you eat, you work out you sleep, amen. I don't know why most bitches complain having it though about their fucking national service despite being drivers/clerks/slack vocations, but it's definitely easier than being a bridging pioneer so bite the bullet and serve your 2 years, douchebags. Sigh, JR's right, fastforward 30 years into the future, my kids will be complaining about their 3 day field camps, 1 week confinements, lack of variety of fast foods available in camp.

Some days, I'd leave an anonymous note for you to make you happy. Kinda sad how people can only be honest behind the mask of anonymity. Give a man a mask, and he shall reveal what truly lies beneath.

I really do need to get out more often and socialize beyond my usual circles, I've exhausted my reserves of "novelty" and it's turning into a week of sausage fest. one after the other, sigh, but oh well at least it's a long weekend thanks to a 2000 year old cosmic jewish zombie who is his own father and can make you live forever if you telepathically accept him as your lord and savior.

happy zombie jesus day~