i hate sundays

yes, i hate them. there's this particular thing about sundays that i really can't understand.. i get extremely bored, and even the things that i once found interesting no longer seem that fun anymore. the day just takes its own god damned time to pass me by, and what am i doing? nothing. absolutely nothing. maybe that's why i started this damned journal in the first place.. i needed something to do with my sundays.

aaarrgghh.

i hate wasting time. and ever since i entered this bitch-of-a-whore army, i've been wasting my sundays. everyone of them. the thing is i can never get the mood to do anything.. probably cos it's book-in day and all that crap.. gotta tear away from that.. gotta try to overcome the book-in blues one day. but probably not today. i've got hell coming my way.. gonna be walking and walking and walking the entire day tomorrow.. god damned navigation exercises..

aaaarrrrggghhh.

i need a saviour. i need someone. hmm.
can't stop thinking of her lately. but i can't do anything. i'm away 5 days of the week, and it's gonna be that way up till august 2006... i hate my life. i hate national service.

aaarrrgghh.