call me shaggy

mon saf day vetting
tues aural test
wed drill and theory test
thur saf day reh
fri practical assessment
sat (prays hard to be not involved for ndp reh)

ndp reh was kinda fun, if you find joy in stuff like wearing wet squishy shoes around for the whole day after a rain in the morning, or climbing up 120 flights of stairs, or doing the dishes after your mum cooks.

even still it was kinda cool walking down the bridge outside esplanade with tourists gawking at you.

or walking through a public shopping mall and esplanade exchange in no.1 gear and snare. just weirdly funny hahah

oh. that came with the killing, the extermination, the immolation, of my entire day. reaching camp at 815am in the morning and leaving camp at 930pm at night.

oh and i weirdly thought that today wouldnt really work my shoulder muscles and went to gym last night with jerry, and completely destroyed those bits into sore little chunks,

and realised how wrong i was when i put on the snare this morning.

ouch.

PS: city march is no joke.

PPS: politics and strife are commonplace. seriously

i know its violating some random ethic in writing etched in stone since aeons ago to continue to write after a PS, let alone a PPS, whatever that is, but

Daniel has officially no life until after NDP.

till then.