What They Really Do In The Army:

(msg from simon): You wouldnt believe the lecture topic we have now. "life skills!" haha, it's so retarded.
claire: Yea, because all of you were living so unskilfully before this point that the army needed to step in and save you!
simon: Haha. Yes claire. I'm now learning to "resolve conflicts with my spouse"

zav: Hey buttercup.. How ya doing? Just to show off, i've lost 9 kg to date. Hahaha..
claire: yay! did you have the life skills talk?
zav: huh? how did you know about that?
claire: so now you know how to negotiate peace with your spouse. I'm so proud of you!
zav: Hey buttercup.. How ya doing? Just to show off, i've lost 9 kg to date. Hahaha..
claire: dude, you just sent me the same message twice. clearly you need to go back to lifeskills class.

i have a job! yay i love my job! at first i was organising their library (-_-) which was a bit.... unstimulating, then they pushed me up to editing building plans (they are an architectural lighting design company) which was quite fun, and now i'm up higher doing coloring, which is using photoshop to show the lighting layout, colors and fixtures, and its super fun! yay yay yay. So i sit with all the other design people, and we chatter about this and that, and then they chatter in chinese and i somewhat wistfully listen. i think my chinese is improving though, because i can understand what they are saying! yay, but i dunno how to say anything productive.

yesterday one of my friends was reminiscing about her jc days, when her whole class would skip tutorials and plan their escape route so they could get out of school without getting caught, and i thought of a53, and our fire-drill/enda ten/special assembly/mock-exam/anything-remotely-productive escaping days. man.... i miss us! how we all used to be the last to leave after assembly in the morning (seriously, as in, EVERYONE would be gone but we'd still be sitting there in our orthodox lines, chatting or stoning until the pe teachers chased us away). But of course when i say "we" i mean them, not really including me because i am a serial assembly-ponner, because, well, um, assembly is against my, uh, sense of asthetics, because the hall doesnt match my, er, handphone. how all it took was for one person to say "aiyah, i dont feel like going for ______" and we wouldnt. how we would skip lectures for subjects we do take to go for lectures for subjects we dont take (skip econs and go for physics!). I dont think i'll ever be that bo chap again.