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So.
Good morning everyone ! I don't know why but don't you feel it too ? Well okay i'll spill, but anyway it's just that i think this day's gonna be just perfect.
Last night out was pretty short lived with both Julius (man typing your link out after so long is like crossing a minefield on my keyboard) and Dan having biznatch to attend to after dinner but like we always talk about.. how it's not what you do with your time out but more of who you're with? So yeah, it's been quite a while since i actually had any time to just hang out so i'll be a boorish military type and say "it sure as hell was fun."
I just got back from the routine run and i thought perhaps the blog needed a little update.
I had nightmares about my posting last night. Nothing serious or anything but it was the finality of it all that kind of jerked me awake. Okay get this.
First i'm having my holidays right, and then some unknown voice (You know how your dreams come to a climax due to someone saying or doing something and in the end you never really know who that someone is, right ?) tells me 'hey ! isn't it time you checked your e-posting thing?' and so i did. And then for some reason it (a printed slip) comes into my possession in print. (??) So i carefully tear it open while looking around at other peoples (people that are just... there. with slips. (for some reason) slips and i noted how they got posted to good vocations and whatever and then i tear mine open and see something like
'NAVAL ENVIRONMENTAL (something militarized here)'
and then in the dream i was so sad telling people how i was gonna be swimming the rest of my 2 years off cleaning up waste toxic oil spills in the sea (of course i hope you do know that such a vocation doesn't really exist in the SAF and that this IS afterall a dream.) and then i WAKE THE FUCK UP and i smile a little smile and mumble something like 'oh haha it's just a dream zzzzzzzzzz.'
...and i go to sleep and live happily ever after right ?
Wrong.
I'm in the same dream again, and i'm telling the people around me 'oh haha it was just a dream' (wtf) and that i'll wait until next friday for when i get my real posting. All of a sudden we fast forward to friday, and the same old shit happens once more. THIS time, i rip open the slip and i see something like
'DEFENCE; JEWELLERY AND MISC. RARITIES.'
..so i spent the rest of my dream as a genome in some bank vault :(
(for ye who possess the intellect of an invertebrate and the memory span of a goldfish, i repeat; such a vocation does NOT exist in the SAF and the events as told above are descriptive of, a dream.)
So at least i'm entertained in sleep as well huh :Oh hey new links up - Zy and..... THEFLYINGCOCKAROACHA. (menacing innit ?)
Well the shower's just about ready and i wanna avoid certain people online so yeah bye
HAVE A GOOD DAY AHEAD. :)
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spoken. at 8:31 AM
So.
Good morning everyone ! I don't know why but don't you feel it too ? Well okay i'll spill, but anyway it's just that i think this day's gonna be just perfect.
Last night out was pretty short lived with both Julius (man typing your link out after so long is like crossing a minefield on my keyboard) and Dan having biznatch to attend to after dinner but like we always talk about.. how it's not what you do with your time out but more of who you're with? So yeah, it's been quite a while since i actually had any time to just hang out so i'll be a boorish military type and say "it sure as hell was fun."
I just got back from the routine run and i thought perhaps the blog needed a little update.
I had nightmares about my posting last night. Nothing serious or anything but it was the finality of it all that kind of jerked me awake. Okay get this.
First i'm having my holidays right, and then some unknown voice (You know how your dreams come to a climax due to someone saying or doing something and in the end you never really know who that someone is, right ?) tells me 'hey ! isn't it time you checked your e-posting thing?' and so i did. And then for some reason it (a printed slip) comes into my possession in print. (??) So i carefully tear it open while looking around at other peoples (people that are just... there. with slips. (for some reason) slips and i noted how they got posted to good vocations and whatever and then i tear mine open and see something like
'NAVAL ENVIRONMENTAL (something militarized here)'
and then in the dream i was so sad telling people how i was gonna be swimming the rest of my 2 years off cleaning up waste toxic oil spills in the sea (of course i hope you do know that such a vocation doesn't really exist in the SAF and that this IS afterall a dream.) and then i WAKE THE FUCK UP and i smile a little smile and mumble something like 'oh haha it's just a dream zzzzzzzzzz.'
...and i go to sleep and live happily ever after right ?
Wrong.
I'm in the same dream again, and i'm telling the people around me 'oh haha it was just a dream' (wtf) and that i'll wait until next friday for when i get my real posting. All of a sudden we fast forward to friday, and the same old shit happens once more. THIS time, i rip open the slip and i see something like
'DEFENCE; JEWELLERY AND MISC. RARITIES.'
..so i spent the rest of my dream as a genome in some bank vault :(
(for ye who possess the intellect of an invertebrate and the memory span of a goldfish, i repeat; such a vocation does NOT exist in the SAF and the events as told above are descriptive of, a dream.)
So at least i'm entertained in sleep as well huh :Oh hey new links up - Zy and..... THEFLYINGCOCKAROACHA. (menacing innit ?)
Well the shower's just about ready and i wanna avoid certain people online so yeah bye
HAVE A GOOD DAY AHEAD. :)
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spoken. at 8:31 AM
