Sunday, September 04, 2005
Pending Seperation, From all Accounts.
On all account, im starting to ponder if my life of rich independence from my family is really going to be worth it. For one, i wonder if it is the sense of maturity in me or otherwise guilt i never thought i should have whilst still being 19 that led my senses from refusing to collect anymore allowances from my parents. I swear i will lose it all though by the time i go to university.
And of course with relevance to that issue, my bunkmates and i were deeply shocked by the urban issue published this week that depicted the fashion sense of students in the universities. I strangly wonder now if dressing appropriately is actually going to make me look normal in class. The excuse of hot weather is such cliche its ultimate grossness.
Over the week, i have managed to discuss many topics ranging from family to girls with my friends from the other room. My section room in the camp is known as the motel for sweet slumber sessions in the night, day, afternoon, evening, and night again if my bunk mates are given the freedom. So with pessimism and the knack of thinking about things for the sake of it, i started to question myself about many approaches i would probably want to take in future about that social circle (i would obviously still bitch and gossip), relationships, career choices and family (even though i am afraid my children would love to embarass me in public as i will to them as part of family bonding).
Oh well. Anyway its just down to the last week again in my camp before i relish having left a year and a half before i leave the army. I have witnessed more new personalities this time that i would actually want to remember forever as well as of course new people that disgust me. Im grateful that gossip and conversations with my new group of friends came fast and sharp this time rather than the top secrets that were only unveiled to my bitch buddy and I a few days left to the course back at the island then. Im worried that i will feel the usual tinge of sadness, but well, cant be helped. In the army, you would want to just move on. Really.
I have made a mental chart for sadness for this week. It strongly suggests the days to be thursday, friday, and sunday. And of course, the following friday as well.
Anyway, mommy has been really ill this week. In fact she was so ill she didnt say a single word when i just bought a dvd player out of nowhere last night. I guess im worried then.
Written fashion may not be history @2:05 PM
