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Sunday, June 26, 2005:traumatised
last week, was a busy week for me. i can safely say that at peace time last week was e busiest week i ever had in mandai hill camp. went driving everyday except for friday.

i am not whining here but driving can drain out all your energy like Pugna's life drain (for all dotaers shld know). Tuesday was an ultimate. i was doing duty in the company office. everyday 1 person ll have to do that duty to be a receptionist to answer all phone calls and be a runner for all sai kang. n that day happened to be a recee for a navigation exercise. this exercise is like amazing race and groups ll have to find checkpoints around singapore. n the recee was supposed to put up checkpoints for the ex on the next day. i was quite glad as i thought i dun have to drive that day because seth is sleeping in bunk while i was doing duty. we were the only drivers available AS USUAL. but my officer! either he trusted my skills too much or he doesnt like me actually asked me to drive! i have to get poor eugene to stand in my duty for me. n i drove a total of 160 km dat day. i was so shagged after that! n back to duty! sighz. n when that is not enough, i was driving the next day too! for the exercise. i was super zombie n i almost crashed into a motorcyclist along the expressway. hhhahahhaa.

well, i should thank my bunk mates seth n nic. cos they knew that i was super tired and the next day i had immunity from driving and nic asked for permission for me to sleep in bunk while the rest were doing stuff. hahhahahhaa.

n if u were wondering, why am i not driving on fri? hahaha my company had a route march and i had to march in camp for 4 km. that is chicken but accumulating form the whole week, my energy was sucked out totally after that. hahahha. poor me!

anyway, saw an article today. was quite provoked after reading that. it is about guys holding handbags for girlfriends or wives. ya, it looks UNGLAM and girly for the guy. but it is the thought that counts. n if ALL men dont be so chavunistic n help to carry, the impression ll change. yes some girls think for their partners n ll carry themselves but dun discriminate those brave gentlemen out there! reflect upon urselves, how many of u actually open car doors/ doors for ur gals? if u dun, it doesnt really mean anything but if u do, then u deserve a pat on ur back n NOT stares from others. DUN CRITICISE BUT IF U MUST, criticise other group of people.. say mirls? hhahaahaa

Point of information: i dun carry bags for my partner because i dun have 1 yet but i will definitely volunteer when that time comes! hahahhaha.


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