Friday, January 27
the threads of my brain can unravel, i can keep tearing at it, but i would still be none the wiser. i need a sign.
i'll have to be sure, otherwise it wouldn't be fair to you. that's if you even care of course.
so, right after cny, it's fieldcamp. 7 days of hell, where we get freakingscrewed leftrightcentre by our sergeants, some of whom would no doubt be rubbing their hands in glee at the thought of being empowered to unleash unto us what was previously unleashed unto them when they were going through their own 7 days of hell.
mygod can you imagine. those amongst us who become sergeants or officers will rub their hands in glee when their recruits go for fieldcamp. the endless cycle of hate is thus perpetuated.
enough of negative thoughts.
how much happy stuff ever comes onto this blog?
-silence