Damn.

It was suppose to be a short break. I came online to just check whether or not bleach was unloaded and also if anyone posted any comments on my blog. The answer? No.
Well, I'm not mad that no one posted anything-I won't know anyway. The cbox program just died on me. Just like the hit counter did the other time not too long ago. So now, I have a new counter with no messages. Pretty pathetic.

I went swimming this morning. As I was late, I took the 11am class instead. Frankly, I prefer the coach who teaches this sessions. At least he is a hell lot more patient than the other ass that I normally have. But that doesn't matter anyway. Cause when the 10am coach starts to bark at me, I would normally dip my head underwater and not listen. I think it pisses him off; all the better. If not for the army, I might not be even learning how to swim.
I had an unusual conversation with my Mum the other en route to see the doctor. She was lamenting on how much the army has transformed over the years. She said that it has become a holiday camp already. You get to book out during the weekends and do whatever you want. Just don't go AWOL. Then she started to comment on how reliant I was to the air-conditioning. She said I would die if I went to the army. The intense heat at the barracks will kill me. So I rebutted. I said that I would buy loads of portable fans (those that you bring to the zoos) and prop them around my bed. In this way, I would forever be cooled. Or even better, I would buy a mini air-condition. Well, that's if I can smuggle into the camp larh.
Then she went on, saying that even with those, I wouldn't sleep because there is no bolster.
Seriously, the way females think is really weird.
So I played along. I said I would use the rifle as my bolster. She laughed her head off. She said what if, you know, I accidentally pull the trigger. Bang. I would either have a hole in my head, or erm...Well, it depends on which direction I am holding the M16.
I, being 'nice', laughed along as well. Then I mentioned that there is a safety lock. But she didn't seem to hear and just rattled on and on. Hollywood can be rather misleading you know.

There is PE tomorrow. I don't intend to run anyway. Maybe just for the first 1km or so but then I'd start walking.
Well, got to go. Still got some more stuff to read on. Oh ya, my bolster is now caught between the branches of the tree. Why? Mum decided to wash it and she just placed it on the bamboo poles at the balcony. The strong winds in the afternoon probably blew it down; I was in dreamland then.
No, I am not going to hug the rifle.