Hallo ihr alle da draussen...so finally the results of the International Olympic Committee have been released. London is the winner...but i bet you now that they wished they weren't. You see...the day after they won, all the jubilation was silenced by a number of closely-timed time bombs which went off in the London Underground as well as some bus services. London is wallowing in a puddle of shit now without a clear way out. All that confidence, all the prospects, all that built-up belief which caused the IOC to eventually vote London in has just gone up in flames.
Don't terroristen have such a fucking good sense of timing? These maggots have to bomb right at that time. And even though it wasn't the catastrophe of September 11th, but...well...that's about six billion euros gone down the drain in terms of projected Olympic spending, if people decide to go to Paris now...And can't they, for once, think up of a fucking different reason other than the Iraq War? Although it's true that some cowboy in the White House started it...bleah. The dumb choices people make. Like invading a country based on a hunch. These bloody maggots will wipe out our race someday.
And finally, my life has seen an increase in tempo...finally getting back a taste of the active life. Went to the gym on Monday with lui...had a short but very intensive workout...left my chest feeling like it just took a beating...but! I actually felt fitter. I know...it's all in the mind and all that malarkey, or it could just be the endorphin rush...but...part of me just feels good about being active again.
Boss, who recently got promoted to Captain Grade II, finally brought all officers and senior NCOs for a treat(!) at this expensive seafood restaurant after that boring Army Commanders' Forum. Maggots. The major in front of me was clearly in la-la land while COA droned on and on. I can only identify with parts of what he said...It's nowhere that easy to change the sogennante 'heartware' of the soldiers...for me, what suffices is that my men and NCOs do their jobs well and that they take pride in it. That would make me very satisfied indeed. Once they take pride in their daily tasks, one won't face the problems of people trying to geng their way through NS...
All it takes is a positive work attitude. After all, in war, although you may be ultimately fighting for your home, family, friends and lovers, when you are out in the field, be it huddled under a FOPK in a fire trench or deployed outfield in all-round local defence, you will fight and kill for the man next to you, be he an officer, NCO, or even the bloody CDF. Because he is going to watch your ass. Not for some high-and-mighty ideal.
Anyway, haha. I've never seen boss blow 'bout $300 on some expensive makan for us...which included...crabs! As encik Hoo put it, maybe he should have opened a bottle...come now...we won't be (too) picky...Cordon Bleu should do nicely...don't be stingy lah! (Although at fucking $266 for just 75cl) At least we're not asking for something like Cœur de Lion Calvados or Chivas Regal Royal Salute...or maybe we're lucky that not so many people know these expensive stuffs. Still, i think the crabs gave mel and me the runs. Bleargh.
Wednesday...was bloody boring! Ranger Lek insisted that we go for this post-ACF shite...which me and kingston were lucky enough to escape after lunch. And we went swimming too! Although it gives you a rich tan, it leaves you wasted too...so...naturally, i couldn't possibly survive the afternoon session...luckily anthony arrowed me to help him with ROLLING THUNDER stuff...could escape! For once, i didn't mind doing sai kang...
Just realised that i am this horrible Firegate-Analphabet (which is someone who doesn't know nuts about something) because...i am just.so.fucking.rotten at it! Let's see. I can only set up the signal sets and all, but when it comes to the software, i am pathetically inadequate. melvyn is like a fucking guru, that maggot. But still...anthony gave us a crash course today...which i will have to back up with many many of my own classes...before i actually trust myself to teach those maggot cadets.
Oh. FAMS deployment drill was yesterday. The combined comments of fats, pornoman and monster rico are...no urgency.fucked up.attitude. So...gentlemen, you leave us no choice.
Now DIIIIIEEEEEE!!!
Mudslide
equal parts of vodka, Kahlúa and Bailey's Irish Cream.
Build over ice in a Rocks glass and stir.
It tastes wickedly like a Black Russian! But the Bailey's does temper the vodka somewhat...plus sweeten the whole thing...strange thing is, it doesn't look like a mud-slide at all. It looks like...a White Russian. Still. Have fun, and enjoy!
posted by quatscherei @ 21:57
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