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Sunday, February 12, 2006
[[When the mad gets bored]]


My course last week ended early on some days.. Went JP for my usual no-life gaming sessions.. As usual, the same guys are there playing like no bodies' business... Kan na.. it's as though they have no life. They play for a few hours straight.. Don't they have families?

I was on quite a short fuse these days... The long wait for my turn only served to fan the raging flames in my heart... The spark ignited when some asshole friend of the asshole playing cut my queue. I was madder when the asshole playing deliberately let his asshole friend cut in while stealing glances in my direction...

My fuse blew...

Sgt Psycho: You all play don't need to queue ah

Asshole: Oh, he just wants to renew his card.

Sgt Psycho: Then I no need to play la?

Asshole: No la, he just renew only...

Sgt Psycho: Renew, no need to queue ah? Then I wait here for what?

Asshole: Err.. Cos I tired then let him just renew while I rest.

Sgt Psycho: Tired then I play first la.. Cannot ah

Asshole friend who is now playing u-turned his game car and left with his another asshole friend. Was I that scary?

The moment the first word came out of my mouth, I was already regretting my actions... Analysing the situation, I realised there were 5 of them and only one of me.. What the fuck was I thinking. And if it wasn't enough, I was in uniform.. Fuck sia, the implications that would ensue...

However, something in me was just spoiling for a fight. I wasn't trying to prove anything. I just couldn't take it lying down.. Most people don't give soldiers the due respect they deserve. I'm not talking about those whose balls seemingly detach from their bodies during some point in their growth, and bluffed their way out of the army shit. They don't require much dignity. I was jsut itching. Waiting for them to draw first blood.. Fuck the uniform I am in. If any MP is going to arrest me, I'll just argue how can it be that I started the fight when the ratio isn't in my favour. Fuck it... I'm ready to party.. And how absurd it might be that all I was worried about was my PSP getting damaged in the process...

Fortunately for me, there wasn't a fight. Maybe they were scared of me. Nah.. It's not that I'm proud of this or what.. Just.. sian...

i was here @
6:57 PM.

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