the great flood.

dreamt of her again. this is occuring more frequently! am i having a relapse??? anyway, glad to be posting here once more. unfortunately, the title of today's post reflects the series of calamities my life is undergoing at the moment. firstly because i booked out late today, on a saturday! followed by the knowledge that i will be confined in camp for live firing next week, not to even mention field camp and river crossing... the only thing i'm looking forward to is the outing with my section tmr, section 3 platoon 2 foxtrot company 55th bslc/10. though that is probably outshadowed by the fact that i've just been rejected by ntu and nus for sports science and management, and mechanical engineering respectively. completing the bout is the fact that i come home only to find that the comfort of the bed in SCS is more appealing than the soaked and dirtied one in my room, accompanied by a dampened smell due to yesterday's torrential outpour which caused the rain to seep through the second floor ceiling of my house and of course, not forgetting, giving me a dip in the muddy baby pool of water in lane 7 of chamber 2 of the 300m range. oh yes. and it is strange that i am still having dreams of her. one this week, one the last week? seems to be consistent with the fact that i miss her because she's gone overseas to study in the states miles away. wow. i'm already starting to use american lingo. miles instead of kilometres. if you, my beloved reader, happen to understand how bad a fall i'm taking, please do refer me to a counseling service other than the SAF hotline. meanwhile it is great to know that spain has qualified because they are the team i'm supporting this year. and i hope to see england overcome their world cup blues and walk past the quarter finals this time round... though that would have to mean a good team like Germany knocked out. speaking of blues, for money's sake i do want the blue samurais(Japan) to win the world cup because i foresee japanese cake and biscuits on the dining table. however, the odds appear to be 200 to 1 of that happening but if my sister's $5 dollar bet does pull through, she will be potentially 1k richer courtesy of singapore pools. anything is possible, including my parents consent for my overseas education(right,...).

i will abrubtly end this post because i am tired, "sshhhhhaaaacked"-1sg teo, and have no more time to waste. the lastest chapters of naruto and bleach are waiting for me! btw my new callsign is Bbrian. (BE BRIAN!) though my life sucks, i will take this crocodile dung from an optimistic point of view, this great flood is a wakeup call to me to start working harder. goodnight!

fun fact: the greeks used crocodile dung and inserted it into a woman's vagina as they thought it would make them infertile. haha. they should promote that as mainstream contraceptive so that people would stop birth control.

greatest pickup line ever.

hmm. i have to get this patented one day.

start with...
hey wanna try something cool? see if you can guess what number i'm thinking between 1 and 10
she says:
4 (statistics show that 70% of the time the person will choose 7 if you rush for an answer)
Ehehe
carry on from here...
not bad. how bout an alphabet between A to Z
she says:
I guessed it?!
Uhm w
and finish with...
nope. i was thinking of u.

what goes up must come down

yes she's waiting at the end. i can see her from 10 metres below. and all that must seperate us is an esculator. so i take it. and as it climbs me higher, i am rewarded by the sight of her smile, brilliant and pure, the hidden gleam in those eyes, emitting like a glorious ray of sunlight escaping from dark clouds in the sky. but seeing her arms open for an embrace takes me aback, for it was no closed secret that we had no relationship. i must be dreaming(i really was). i return an awkward smile... expecting some sort of reaction from the goddess in front of me. but it was as though she would not acknowledge. so i wave instead. and... suddenly i'm cut off by a gentle nudge on the arm from behind. "excuse me.", he says before overtaking. and the ring of love and elation only found in a person's voice when they have found what they have searched for their whole life only confirmed my deepest and tempest fears- and as you have probably guessed, he was the one she was waiting for.

BFG

she made a cameo appearance in my dream even though it was about my dad taking over the house and changing it into a supermarket in which my room was replaced with the beverages and snacks section! had a reoccuring dream about riding on giant spiders and discovering the lives of indigenous people. and at their fish farm they were showing us the fishcake fish-just add eyes and a tail to your regular fishcake and voila! you have a fishcake fish! what's amusing is that everyone in my dream believed it so. haha including me! i have this theory that in your dream, everyone has the same level of intelligence as you do. so whatever you think, they think too, whatever you can do, they do too. after all, you're the dreammaker! your mind can't dream up of something that has acquired more knowledge than you should have. but what if you aren't the dreammaker, what if dreams are artificially made, what if dreams do come from the bfg.......