The more I look at your pictures, the more I'm hating you.



I miss Egypt.
Enough said.

Well, prom duty's tonight and I don't feel to good. Most probably because I've got camp in two days.
Since nobody reads this shit, I hope I'll be sick during the camp so I won't be DO ever again in my life. I regret so much joining in this year's NCOC and I do want to make this my last. I volunteered myself not to be scolded worse than the cadets. I breezed through BNCO and won the best cadet because I've never gotten into deep shit before and I believe everyone has their last straw. This is mine. However educating your scoldings will be, I still won't accept it and take it in my stride. Why? Not really a rhetoric question. I could've just focused in council and give my all for next year's orientation but why did I even bother to participate in this year's NCOC? Definitely not for the experience. What kind of bull experience do I get when I get it worse than the trainees. I'm totally being sore about this, I know. I joined because I wanted to help you guys since you needed manpower. HELP is the keyword. I didn't go to be ENSLAVED. For all who didn't know, my parents object me HELPing out in NCOC this year but I shot myself in the head and gave a satisfying result for my promos just to be in NCOC. I did all these to be kicked right in the head? I must be crazy, I admit. Well, since I'm already in it, I'll bear for the couple more days before it all ends. And I promise you, I won't do it again unless I'm begged to.

Kick me out of the organisation if you must but don't complain when I go back to my corp to help out. Again, HELP is the word.


Finally, letting off steam is good because I don't care what the consequence is.
12:09 PM