How High Is Heaven

another 3 more days till i leave the states, today is one of the few days when we're back at the hotel before 10pm. it's partly due to the fact that we have actually booked our accomodation and also the fact that we booked our accomodation for the required number of days, thus, saving us the trouble of having to switch hotels because the hotel we're staying in has no more vacancies for us to extend our stay...

i've exceeded my budget for 1... quite the dead man walking. but it's hard not to exceed ur budget when ur budget does not include accomodation and car rentals. it was overlooked not due to my lack of forsight but rather the fact that my father CONVIENTLY decided not to give me money for that.

so be it. i'll just have to push the envelope and see how high is heaven. 1st sms to my mom. response favourable. 2nd sms to my mom. response favourable. 3rd sms to my mom. response was from my dad = not favourable. now, i've been reduced to eating instant noodles which my dad made me bring from singapore to buying microwave food to cook in our hotel. THANK GOD FOR THE INVENTION OF THE MIRCROWAVE. i cannot imagine life without u now. the nice hot and somehow flat looking burritos that cost $2.99 for 10. the shepard's pie that cost us $4, (WHICH BY DID NOT NOTICE SAID NOT SUITABLE FOR MICROWAVE, which we microwaved in the end.) did i mention that we use the coffee maker to make instant noodles. u shld try it, the 1st time i did it everyone was just dying, they simply could not believe their eyes but lo and behold, i've have made instant noodles from a coffee maker. this is the result of going thru 2 and a half years of life in the army BEFORE everyone started dying inside the army, reducing it to the sissfied and pussified place that it is now. THEIR FUCKING DUFFEL BAGS HAVE WHEELS ON THEM AND AN EXTENSION BAR THAT ALLOWS THEM TO ROLL THEIR BAGS ON THE FLOOR LIKE SIA GIRLS. can u imagine that. "SIR! i cannot pack my bag and go to war because the wheels are broken. and it's against the training saftey regulations to make me CARRY my duffel bag." pussified i say, absofuckinglutely pussified.

being in the staes feels like my whole world has been changed. granted, i have my hp with me and i have access to the internet and so on so forth. but it is just not the same, it's as if i'm no longer important people just because i'm not in sunny singapore. maybe that is a tad to strong but my hp has stopped ringing, emails are now CCed to me and the ratings for this blog has plummeted. i've noticed a steadt decline over the past 3 weeks that i've been here. it is simply depressing. I KNOW I AM AWAY AND IT'S NO ONE'S FAULT BUT MINE. but the scary thing is how easy people forget. granted when i was here i could not be bothered to contact the people i left behind and stuff and that's what scares me. can we maintain friendship only thru proximity and that distance does in fact play such a vital role? i've lost friends who've gone overseas but it doesnt hit home till ur the one gone. things will probably be fine once i'm back home though. it's not like i've been for for 3 months etc etc but it's a thought and not a pleasant one as thoughts go.