Kinda forgot to update. But here's the big news: I don't get my POP after all. Why you ask? Due to certain circumstances, a select few of us (not quite a few really) have been chosen to temporarily post out to the various divisions. Good or bad? Depends really. It's good because now I get to go home everyday and rest in my own bed. Kinda bad because I don't get to participate alongside my squadmates in the POP. Oh well, just enjoy being out while I can.

But shift work sucks really. 12 hr shifts. Man, my eyes can barely stay open. I swear I'm gonna get a PSP sometime soon. It's gonna be my best friend to keep me awake. Alongside my cigarettes of course. I smoke more now because of work. Damn.

Well, short post here because I've run out of stuff to say. But an update should be expected. I thought I had more things to type about but hey, my mind's a blank right now. Ciao.

Been an extremely long time since I posted. Well, what can I say? Was busy with the A levels ... and then national service came a calling. Didn't have the time. Or rather, I was just too drained to post shit here.

So why am I posting now? Geez ... I have no idea why either. Maybe it's because I'm bored? Perhaps it's due to me getting used to the fact that national service takes up a lot of one's time and there's nothing else to do but suck it up? Hmm, nah, it's definitely because I'm bored outta my wits.

So. Let's see what's happened lately. Oh yeah, I finished all my tests that police national service required me to sit for. Good news for my basic police law test. I scored 93 percent. Bad news too. I didn't score the highest for it. My squadmate beat me to it, 95 percent. What's the big deal you might ask? Well, I was aiming for the 'Best in Police Studies' award, and a huge condition to net that was to get highest for the stupid law test.

Honestly, I'm disappointed that now my chances of getting that award are gone. Not that I have anything against the bugger who beat me to it. He put in loads more effort than I did. All I did was flip through the pages of my books and slept in my barracks. Or rather, I began studying for around 15 minutes and then fell asleep right beside those books. I like to tell my squadmates that I download those shit into my head when I'm asleep, haha.

Oh well, life goes on. I won't let something so minor get me down.

So what now after the tests? Well my dear, it's POP rehearsals now up till 7th may. POP stands for Passing Out Parade by the way. It's basically when we graduate. My feet hurt so bad from standing still and bringing down my heels down onto the ground hard. And the worst is yet to come. The instructors have assured us trainees that whatever we've done so far is just a taste of the hard work we'll have to put in to ensure an impressive POP.

Oh well. My loved ones will be watching me during the POP. I wanna do them proud and give them a good show. It's all worth it I think.

Oh, and I'm so bored in police camp now that there's nothing to do. My handphone's my companion now. Sorry to those people whom I'm always bombarding with smses. You guys are my only hope at retaining my sanity in this sea of boredom.

Hmm ... I think I'm ranting now. Good, goes to show that I'm getting into the motion of my previous posts, haha. This is it for now. More rantings coming up next week hopefully.

Literature lecture was boring ... so the guys put their creative juices to good use and wrote some poetry. Here's one of those memorable poems. It's still a work in progress though, so just leave a comment if you have any feedback.

*Untitled*
It scared me.
The slow fire in her eyes,
The mischief in her smile,
The little dangerous hints.

It frightened me.
The heat of her breath on my cheek,
The sweet naughty whispers in my ear,
The images she conjured in my mind.

It alarmed me.
Her shape bent so close towards mine,
Her finger drawing lazy circles on my chest,
Her thighs a perfect fit against mine.

It scared me most though,
The rising bulge in both of our pants.

That's it. Leave a comment if you wanna suggest any titles for the poem.

I need my sleep, and hell awaits those who disturbs me in my sleep. All of you who called me this morning when I was fast asleep, beware. On the other hand though, Ryan's already going to hell, so I guess he doesn't have to worry.

I met up with Ryan, Daryl, and Brenda this afternoon. I was supposed to do that at 11.30-11.45am but by around 12.00 pm I had just woke up, and even then because of the incessant calls from Ryan and Brenda. So grudgingly I showered, changed, and met them at Cineleisure Orchard. We watched Hairspray; it's a pretty good movie. If you liked High School Musical, you'll like the movie.

I didn't realise that John Travolta could look so hot, had he long hair, gained weight two-three times his current weight, and wore a 1960s glitzy dress. Woo! Haha.

It must be fun to do that, acting the role of a really fat chick. Look at the few actors who have done that! Besides John Travolta, Martin Lawrence in Big Momma's House, Robin Williams in Mrs Doubtfire, Eddie Murphy in Nutty Professor and Norbit, et cetera. They must get a kick out of playing the part of the opposite sex!

I want to watch Hostel: Part II. I already catched the first movie before and I really liked it. What's there not to like? The gore? Why, it's fantastic! You'll keep coming back for more!

Oh yeah ... there's no school for me tomorrow too, since the prelims are still going on and I don't have anymore papers. I shall sleep in, and during that period, screw the smses and calls, I ain't replying. Ciao.

I want to punch somebody. I want to kick somebody. I want to kill somebody. I want to play rugby.

Awfully convenient that I can do all that at once, short of killing someone of course, in a simple game of rugby. Man, Midnight 7s on Friday, which is yesterday by the way, was good. Some of the entertaining teams weren't participating this year, according to Ryan, but it was still fun all the same. And not that I'm trying to be sexist here, but you see an obvious difference in the playing styles of the men and women teams. The men are basically violent, up in your face, and they have better ball sense. Oh wait, what am I saying, we men are definitely better at rugby than you women. Haha.

And I'll digress a bit here. Perhaps women are getting it; men are just better at rugby, and this has convinced them that if they can't beat the men, why not join them? This, I believe, explains the shocking number of 'butches' I saw at CCAB yesterday. The women teams consisted largely of butches. Another question arises. Why does that apply only to Singaporean teams? Look at the team from Thailand for example. You obviously see that they're straight women, not butches. And they still kicked ass, despite being younger than the Singaporean teams and all. Well, this is one of the huge mysteries in life. Or perhaps there is an explanation: you confused girls are insecure.

Let me just make it clear that I have no deep hatred against lesbians. Lesbians who are comfortable with themselves, who are confident, they're attractive. Oh well, let's move on. I shall not elaborate further on such a topic.

Poor Gabriel couldn't join us for the rugby event due to some unforeseen circumstances. You dumbass. And Jiahe and Imran were there too, but only for an hour or less because they got lost on the way to CCAB. They missed the good parts too, since the men's matches were later on into the night.

And Ryan is delusional, on top of being outright homosexual. Nothing against you dude, I accept you for the twisted person you are. I believe you when you say that you're gonna lose all that weight in NS and have bodies like the rugby players we saw yesterday. Sure, you're gonna look even more like the rugby players in NS - the women. You're already on the way there, what with those knockers. Hahaha.

The event ended close to 2am, slightly later than scheduled. Ryan and I just hung out, can't remember what the hell we did or talked about. Sleep was already trying to claim me, and the beer just made it worse. Haha, I was trying so hard not to just collapse. Partly because I didn't want to embarass myself waking up in the morning in the middle of nowhere, and partly because I feared that Ryan might take advantage of me.

It was hilarious. We were like homeless people, just wasting time at a 24 hour McDonalds and lying down on the benches outside. I think I multitasked several times. Talking to Ryan while at the same time periodically drifting into the land of the sleepy. Cool, I'll train myself to do that for the A levels.

So we left the McDonalds at 6am, and I reached home close to 7am. Thank God I remembered to bring the keys. I didn't even bother doing anything else, collapsed on the couch in the living room. Woke up around noon. And now, I am just wasting time on the computer, while nursing this headache I have.

And now I shall end this post. Move on already.

Rush Hour 3 was funny. Watched it with Gabriel and Ryan. Fans of Rush Hour 1 and 2 should catch it. Some of the jokes might have normally been cheesy but I think Chris Tucker pulled it off quite well.

And I wanna watch the Midnight Sevens this week. Interested to see how our local teams will fare against those foreign teams. All Ryan's fault for hyping it all up. You bitch, you!

On to serious stuff, lit paper 1 yesterday was a disaster. The way I look at it right now, there's a 50-50 chance of me passing. Man, didn't expect that. And I sure as hell don't want that to be the situation as well for the A's.

I need a guide on "The Guide".

watched "invisible target" with the guys. some good action scenes ... although there were some parts that bored me. n jackie chan's son is such a pussy in the movie.

so prelims are drawing near. too near for comfort. nothing to worry about though, the only stuff to do is to read up on everything. two years of stuff crammed into these two weeks before the prelims. interesting.

n studied a bit of math today. so little covered ... and today has almost ticked away. wow.

obviously u notice that i'm running out of stuff to write about. how bout this as an end to this post.

which one's worse? to suffer aids or homosexuality? oh wait, that can kinda be the same, if you know what i mean.