Purple LIGHT!

So I spent the whole day yesterday sitting at home with the most awful tummyache ever but at least my nose was having a blast smelling briyani-smells from the wedding at my void deck! Like seriously, the music from this particular wedding wasn't so bad but there was something very OFF about it. There seemed to be a constant stream of little kids SCREAMING and I couldn't tell if they were yelling in ecstasy or pain or the ecstacy of pain or the pain of ecstacy. I was constantly imagining little kids being whipped repeatedly into manual labour like filling berkat boxes.

I remember once spending an entire evening of my childhood peeling boiled eggs at a void deck in Marine Parade while I listened to my aunts gossip about things I totally couldn't comprehend. And there was this one distant aunt who came that night and apparently she was psychic, (oh I'm totally not kidding about the psychic part, I know ritee) so she touched my forehead (without being invited, like seriously) and looked at me like I was some kinda demon-child and she told my mom that I'm "not like the rest" like how freaky IS THAT?? Well honey, Melinda Gordon called and she wants her fake-horror-expression back. Sigh, if only I was well-equipped with Ghost-Whisperer references back then, I could totally have zingged her back with that. (I turned out completely normal btw.)

So back to my royal tummyache. My mom had this theory that apparently, the men in my family are allergic to JACKFRUIT (oh yes I kid you not) since my bro and my dad both felt tummyachy after eating like one piece of the thing.

And I have to say, (assuming for the time being that this theory could ever prove positive in any court of logic) I'm kinda pissed off. I mean, if you wanna call yourself a JACKfruit, you could at least be guy-friendly right, like how misleading is THAT.

Dazzie rejected my self-diagnosis point blank. I initially thought I had stomach flu but Dazzie informs me that stomach flu is (well actually I can't remember anymore) not what I've been having.

Well anyways, I'm back at NEE SOON CAMP tomorrow for week-long trainings of the most slackerdaisical kind I'm sure. Part of me thinks this is an almighty hassle but part of me feels supremely sentimental. This could be my very last army experience of any kind, so I'm gonna make sure its dabombz and I'm totally gonna make a whole new set of buddies. I hope my team (or whatever they call it, I swear I can't recall a single army term, its ridiculous, I had to ask my bro to look at my own uniform and tell me what rank I am) isn't hopelessly boring. But well medics are generally daboomz!

A supernice armyboy called me the other day to brief me on everythangz:

Raf: Omg I was so excited at first
Ardhie: What did he say!
Raf: He said we'll be doing shooting on the first day!
Ard: Omg so fun???
Raf: YEAH!!! But then he said its electronic shooting..
Ard: Oh.. you mean they let you shoot with real bullets sometimes?
Raf: Yeah of course! You're only shooting trees and wildlife!
Ard: But any psycho can just turn around and shoot your face
Raf: Duh, that's why they test for psychos during their medical exams
Ard: So was that why they put you in Pes C?
Raf: Haha omg sianzzz

Shout-out to Faye!!! GOOD LUCKSSSS with your examinals this week!!! *hugssss**
Shout-out to Vasudha!!! Have a safe flight and see you again next yearrrr :D