Hellooo blog. Long time no see.

True enough, a bar is mind shag. A spec is mouth shag. A man is everything else shag.

the past few weeks have been absolutely hell, with very little sleep each day, and many many guard duty. I think i spend more time with the confounded weapon of mine than with my family. BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Been L4D-ing with Lukas and Fifi A LOT haha i swear i'm going pok-ai soon. BLEAGH PEOPLE WHO OWE ME FASTER RETURN!!!!!

Ahhh this post will be messy so much on my mind and they keep slipping each moment so here i go.

Damn lukas should have just talked to HER.

I MUST STOP CABBINGGGGGGGGG

I MUST LOSE 10 KG WITHIN THIS 3 MONTHS.

I needa go for more trainings yo been playing ultimate these past few weeks and i feel super disorientated on the pitch, and most of the times i dunno what im actually doing.

Speaking of weight, i make straight cut jeans look like skinney jeans ):

Nearly died twice this week. Bloody hell while doing the track layer, ( Shall illustrate when my scanner is wprking up again) the wretch spun uncontrollably and struck me in the chest. Left a small bruise there but no biggie. Nearly hit my section mate in the head. Lucky he ran in time.

Then my friend lifted a bunch of OPH pins ( again most people will have no idea what im saying but oh well) and swung it up a struck. Since he didnt know i was beside him he struck me with the thinner end of the pins (which weight about 10kg++?) in the head. But HENNNNNNNNNNNG are after years of usage the thing was blunt.

Nowadays i see lonely old people and i feel super sad. One day we will become them too. Imagine their loneliness. The inability to move as fast as we can now. All the health problems and all ):

Going outfield next week. Cui-someness. Goodbye civilisation...