For you and for me

The Army robbed me of my darling boyfriend.
And so now he is in Army, keeping Singapore safe.
Protecting you and me.

Hell, SCREW THE ARMY I'd say.
What is there to protect?
What is there to defend?
Who are we trying to kid?
When it'll probably take just 1/2 a nuclear bomb to wipe us ALL out.
What is there to defend?
When our country is so puny small?

I'd say The Army is nothing but propaganda.

Give me back my boy.

I shamelessly dragged LBB and his friends out shopping on Saturday.
For all the smoke I inhale when I am with them, that little bit of shopping is nothing compared to the years I have shortened from my healthy lifespan.

When a bunch of boys get together.
All they can EVER talk about is The ARMY.
Hell, they don't even talk about girls (or their boobs).
Perhaps cos I was around.
But all that ARMY talk.
I'd welcome some honest discussion about the boobs anytime.
Its getting stale.
They always have interesting tales when they sit around.
Somehow, the stories from army is like endless.
Being THE ONLY girl.
I was naturally bored.
Its worse when it went past my usual bed time, and we were hanging around waiting for a habitual LATECOMER to arrive to DRIVE US ALL to Double O.

The only thing I remember about weekends these days is the WAITING.

WAIT for tables for dinner.
WAIT for friends to arrive
WAIT for friends to decide where they wanna go
WAIT for the queue to shorten
WAIT to get into the club/KTV
WAIT for our drinks
WAIT for the right music
WAIT for the toilet.

BAH.
If not for the sake of spending time with LBB. I'd rather SLEEP at home.
Darn.
How I sacrifice every single weekend to WAIT with him and his friends.

Just realised lately that LBB is one sweet little boy.
Its times when he is far far away.
And I miss him so so much
That I realise he is such a sweet kid.
BAH.
SCREW THE ARMY.

Work is draining off my energy.
Help help help.