_don't bother trying to explain, angel

it was just one of those days y'know. one of those days you just feel like screaming and tearing out your own eyeballs. let me retell this little tale in a short but heartfelt manner. it all started after our 24km march in tekong. but before i go on i must tell you that we have spent the entire day walknig in rain, soaking through our skin and bucketing down to create a lovely grey and miserable atmosphere which we love so much.so anyway back to the after portion. muscles aching skin rubbed off and feet as sore as the muscles. when we we're given 10 minutes to shower up and pack all our shit ( which is quite a lot). so we come down expecting to take a 6 o clock ferry! but nope, a sergeant goes up to inspect the area and seconds later we find ourselves in the push up position screwing the floor repeatedly. ah yes "maggots, you live in such dirty places". yes the shouting doesnt stop. but yes it does for us to run to the ferry terminal dragging along with us a bag the size of the atlantic ocean. so yeah we reach the terminal lets say around 7 o clock.

so yeah the second part begins. we park ourselves nicely at the front of the ferry terminal being one of the first few to get the 7.30 ferry. so we sit down planning what to eat once we get to pasir ris after catching the chartered bus from changi ferry terminal. yes "i cant wait to get back and eat" we all said to each other, because we hadn't eaten anything since lunch. and then the ferry arrives. joy fills our hearts, but wait something happens which makes us turn to rage. some other company decides to chiong right in front of some of us and we are left with an extra 70 people in front of us. we shout at them and say things which their mother would not be very happy about if she heard them. and so we queue up and low and behold there is not enough space on the ferry. so we are shut out and told the next ferry is at 9 o clock. holy shit this cannot be. we we're right in front. doesnt the saf teach these dudes any integrity. hooligans i tell ya hooligans.

ah but 9pm arrives in a jiffy and we're back in the queue right at the front this time. we're sure to get the ferry. then i go to scan my card on the thingymagig and OMG! guess what it cant scan. my barcode has migically been rubbed off slightly and the machine cannot detect it. so i go to the back of the terminal to get a visitors pass. and woo! shouts for joy im right at the bakck of the queue now. with no friends, no happyness left in my body and running out of sanity. but its okay because this time i get the ferry and then the next punch arrives. im sorry guys there are no more chartered buses at the terminal you gotta go home from there. and so we look at each other in horror/shock/despair. can you imagine 100 people trying to get taxis in changi terminal which is not a very popular place for taxis to venture to.

so after battling with life and waiting for the one taxi to land in front of us, we get it! we stuff ourselves inside and as i should have predicted things wouldnt be getting better. suddenly my ears are the next victim for the day. the uncle has a chinese radio station on, and as if thats not bad enough it keeps breaking up and you cant hear 2 seconds of the song without it goes "kkssshhksshshh". and it goes on and on and on to hougang. just about now im getting slight camps in my legs. worrying for my legs comes as nothing compared to whats comes next. the uncle starts counting his notes on the highway. going at almost 80km/h, he startings flicking notes between his fingers. i mean dam i just did my route march i dont want to die in a car accident, because some dude is counting how much he earned today. jesus christ im sure he went a long way as well because it seemed really long.

i didnt die however, which you would have gathered by now,(unless im a very powerful poltergeist) and if you havent then you should seek some form of schooling or counseling perhaps. but anyway i got home a happy man. i had food drink and the sports illustrated swimsuit model show was on television. so daaym thats all you need to make you feel better... theres always a calm after the storm. woo!