[Mood: Great] [Mentally: Clear] [Physically: Fine] [State of Mind: Somewhere]
Hari Raya is here again! No collection for me, I'm already old... 21 years is old, is it not? Or maybe I'm just feeling old. Lolz.
Quite a number of things happened since I last blogged. I managed to complete the whole fasting month (in the army!), took over some of my platoon sergeant's tasks while he was away in Brunei (not as easy as I thought), and, and... I made my ex-Presidential cookies! But this time, with some changes. Instead of only almonds and chips in the cookie, I also coated the top with chocolate! I'll post it up once I hav time to upload the picture. If you're dying to try it out, come to my house for Raya. Lolz. A tribute to my old Master (Diyana) for passing on the recipe to me. Someone else is also making cookies, but I'm sure hers will turn out better than mine... =D
I just realised today that maybe, MAYBE my sister has a boyfriend. A chinese one, for that matter, though she claims he is a muslim. Don't get me wrong, I have no qualms about my sister having someone, but this person better know that he has to go through me first... Or maybe my dad first, then me... Or maybe... Well, just be ready to go through anything we'll throw at you.
My sis is heavily involved in some hip hop thingy. Maybe I'm too old to know such things exist, but I have a sergeant in my platoon who is also into this kind of thing. I mean, what is up with all that JUMPING??? Sheesh... Maybe I should take up aerobics or something... Wait, is aerobics like hip hop? Hmm... Maybe it is...
Moving on, PSI is not getting better these few weeks. Last week, the level was at 129, and my company was still doing physical training outside. Some of the Muslims excused themselves from the training because they claimed that "the haze is making them sick, therefore difficult to fast". Sad to say, most of them can still smoke. Seriuosly guys, I think the "haze" which you are putting into your lungs are much much more dangerous than the haze you are breathing in from the surroundings. Point to reiterate, I don't hate smokers generally. I just hate smokers who don't care about people around them. I have friends who light up in front of me, saw my mock-up of my gagging face (surprising, it's getting more realistic), and they said sorry and turned away. I also have dared some of them to offer me a cigarette just to see what I'll do to it (there's only one thing I WILL do), but no one has so far. And it feels good for me to dare these people in groups, especially in cigarettes-deprived environments. A whole lot of them looking at me holding the stick in between 2 fingers on each hand... Ah... Their desperation...
Some people might take in what I say above as being egoistic. Nah... I just like to express my views. I have close friends who knows me to a certain extent that I can practically shoot my mouth at them (not vulgarities, just sarcasm), and they take no offence in it. Most of the time, I have hidden advice, though. If you have any objections, feel free to tag me. But OH! My tagboard's down. So I guess there's no way for me to hear your objections. Only one thing to do. Keep it to yourself. Keep it until you can no longer hold back, then open the window next to you and just scream your head off. I think I need to do just that right now.
*back after 15mins*
Now, where was I? Oh... I was practically typing my words off, I don't even have time to think. Feels good to be typing this fast since I don't know when. And I still have lots of things on my mind to spill. But I'll hold back. Until next time, when my "Fingers Spill It All". Good night.
*closing song plays*