2 MORE WEEKS TO POP.
I received a call from an unknown person yesterday, and it was pretty scary because I don't usually get calls even from friends. This girl who called introduced herself as someone working for AIA and basically tried to get me to meet her for some life-savings scheme or something.
I was with my mum and sis at that time having a good lunch because good meals during book-outs is fast becoming a necessity to make me feel human.
If you're wondering if I took up on her offer, I did. I was quite attracted to her voice and I figured that people with a good voice can hardly be unattractive. Besides, she offered to meet at Compass Point, and being the lazy man that I am, why would I decline?
During the conversation, she told me she'd send a follow-up message, and she really did. She added that her manager would come speak with me instead. That scares me. I don't want to meet a guy.
But now that I have her phone number, I took it upon myself to flirt with her, and I told her she has a nice voice. It fell flat and the comment was largely ignored and I felt hurt :c
If she was playing hard to get I guess she succeeded. I don't want to bother with her. I cannot stand not having the attention I want and I am a loser with no self-confidence who shrinks whenever I'm rejected, so I stopped texting her. I also sent a message to complain about his employee's hostile attitude towards a potential customer.
Just joking, I don't have the balls to do that.
Then another incident happened on the MRT which threw me into a highly introspective mood and made me rethink my life.
Throughout BMT I've done what all other NSFs have, namely shoot live rounds from the SAR 21, feel the shock wave of a grenade from 10-20m away and hear a real C4 detonate, leopard crawl through mud and not bathing nor changing for 5 days, et cetera. Yet all these training failed to cure one fatal flaw in me.
The kid holding onto the balloon might not recognize the fear in my eyes, but I'm not sure if the other commuters did. For all the supposed training with these life-threatening equpiment, I'm not prepared for balloons bursting in my face.
I should probably go see the MO for an excuse from loud noises and hold it like some kind of ward against evil on the MRT and pray that parents have enough sense not to bother with balloons or other form of pyrotechnics for their children, because I never liked such ticking time bombs.
What's more disconcerting is that the father of the offending child was busy with his iPhone Bejewelled or whatever it's called. People these days are more interested in setting high scores that they forget the important things in life, such as making sure their children don't go around scaring people away with their balloons.
I hate people.
Now it's time to go ahead and write my 1000 word essay on "Your most defining moment in BMT", and click "I'm attending" at the BMT Graduation Parade. I'm a good law-abiding recruit and I listen to my commanders when they make such announcements every routine order.
-- 6/19/2011 10:55:00 AM
