Hate when this shit happens

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Happy 09/09/09!

Everything's the same.

Two poems

Stephen Crane - The Black Riders and Other Lines
III
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land
I. The Burial of the Dead
(...)
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

I'm going back to 505

Moving on... It's been a month and a half since I said I was happy, and I guess it still applies at times. Not that I can really complain, with my 8 to 5 and regular off's. Blogging because I'm bored and there's really nothing to do. Plus it's early, as early as 12am can be on a weekday and with leave on the next. It seems this year has worn everything out, with six months of cramming fleeting weekends making time pass faster on civilian days now. My dulled mind from army can only think of a waves-eroding-stone-on-shore metaphor right now. If that's the case then I guess I'm praying for small moons nowadays. Today seems like that day in the post below this, out for a movie. It's so fast, another year, everyone's going to university and I haven't finished thinking about applying. But when you think about it it's not really that fast is it. Reading the posts on this page would make you think I'm in a time-continuum crisis, eh. Trust me it's more a crisis of the imagination. Damn this doesn't seem to have the makings of a good post does it. Ok I've matured this post on my desktop for close to an hour now and if it's not good enough yet then I don't know when it'll take.

happy

I never thought I would ever say this but I kinda like my NS life now. I hope it continues like this for the next one-and-a-half years. The work isn't that tiring and I get to sleep in my own bed every night and off days are fun and I have time to go shopping and watch movies and whatnot. Yays 

 "Why do I do anything?" she says. "I'm educated enough to talk myself out of any plan. To deconstruct any fantasy. Explain away any goal. I'm so smart I can negate any dream." 

Chuck Palahniuk - Choke