A hole in my map

I hope this post doesn't reflect too much of my current cynical perspective of life. Perhaps I should try to be cheerful for once.

Been a really long time since I actually had any physical exercise (actually last week). In camp, I don't get to exercise much.(irony) My platoon mates are mostly lazy and only a few are willing to run. Maybe they don't see the point or they don't really enjoy it that much. Running is fun, I really need to run. I still have my debts from jeep course to pay back. (ah layers of fats! be gone!) Throw me IPPT now and I'll die flat. The thought of SOC alone will make me cry.

Last week was pretty relaxing. In fact, this is the most relaxing course ever. I get more sleep in camp than out-camp. I'm currently withdrawing from my lack of afternoon naps!

Went Jurong Point again for nights out. Pretty bad experience because it was constipation week for me. Almost exactly the moment we got out of the camp gates, my stomach started hurting insanely. It was this gripping sour acidic flinching type of pain which inflicted pain and irritation to the night! I could barely enjoy my few hours walking around in the mall.

And I must be pretty smart to go add a Swensen frosted chocolate malt into my burning stomach. But no, it did not extinguish the fiery flames of my stomach ache. Instead, I had to half-cringe half-flinch back to camp.

I'm typing my "report" for my game for YF camp right now. I tell you, inspiration is something so hard to find. Maybe about 0.01 percent of my thoughts are inspiring ones. And amongst which, only about a tenth are workable. Do the math. I'm so uncreative! I need more inspiration!

This must be the most random thing ever. And this just happened:

My brother wants to take a book from a high bookshelf which happened to be in my room. He calls me over. I says "yeah what?". He says lift me up to take his book. I thought okay why not. And so I did. I balanced him on my forearms. (50+ kg is no joke!) But it was manageable still. And guess what. The book he wanted to take was like hidden behind several books. In his attempt to retrieve the target book, he dropped like a dozen books on me. For a moment, it rained books and instinctively I let go of him and we both dropped to the floor. How nice. On second attempt we got it though. What a sore forearm I have now! :X