shoppin,firing,diggin.

i wanna go shoppin.
this urge has been overwhelming me for the past few weeks.
and wen i get my pay i shall be bookin in back immediately.
so WOW!
i dun get any shoppin done.
grrr.
i wanna get a new shirt.
t-shirt actually.
to please a certain sum1 n see how i look in a tighter shirt insteada of my huge baggy ones.
a new pair of levis' 512s.
a new guess belt.(the 60+ one wit a nice buckle!!!!)
a new scent.(either Chanel's Allure Homme Sport or Giorgio Armani Acqua di Gio)
hmmm.
or my good ol FCUK Him.
which is all but used up btw.
crap.
my paycheck for this month's gonna disappear.
sighz.

wad else.
tis week has been hell week.
we came in n left immediately for Op Nutcracker,
which should be renamed Op Ballbuster,
cuz you dig till your balls drop on the ground n bursts.
you dig from evening till dawn n if you're lucky you're done.
if not you juz keep diggin till the instructor says its finally deep enuf.
which can be up to 40 hrs of constant sloggin leavin you butt shacked witout sleep.
and aft you finish,
you gotta make sure your mould of sand by the side disappears and becomes one wit the surroundins,
thus basically leaving you wit invisible holes in the ground.
shacked.
den i got chosen as fightin patrol as well.
so yea.
2 X xiong.
i was section commander for tad whole operation.
GAH.
shack.
3 days of ops,
about 7 hours of sleep.
yea.


next,
section battle drill.
we got back from the op in the late evening,
cleanin stores,countin stuff,slept at bout 2.
woke up at about 6,
den had another day of intensive battle drills.
reached back about 7,
den next had a briefing for live firin,
all the way till about 10,
weapons cleanin till even later,
loadin of stores till even later,
slept late,
den woke up early cuz i was advance party.
went there,
set up tentage,
before we could even rest,
section live firing began.

it was hell week la basically.
i tink i went thru the whole week wit less den 20 hours of sleep.
n it didnt help tad my girl went MIA.
so yea.
plus i lose the dummy claymore for my section.
so yea.
im been dragged down in the dumps.
and i was all alone while it happened.
i dunno.
im actually quite pissed but feel strangly detached.
oh well.friggit.