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grarrrrrr

the ds has so few games that attract the hardcore gamers. 9 in 10 titles probably have titles sounding like 'minx club girls' / 'the olsen twins' vacation' / 'jane and the dolls'

argh its sickening. There are so few playable games, and the few that are playable are given shit reviews by game sites usually. strategy titles are the worst lot. they have the smallest audience, most critical reviews, not much future. grrr. would people stop making nonsensical games? not like there aren't enough of them flooding the market. how many 6 unders really buy such things anyway?

alright, its a monday. i'm on leave, and i'm bored. played the same game for 7 hours already. seriously, clear leave for fuck. i rather have taken it when i was really needing it. but you'd never know when. this month is a short month. ho weil. 1 saturday duty replaced by a guy doing extra. should be happy. organising an east coast trip with my primary school friends. meeting up with friends. going to chalet.

i rather be studying my guts dry. it's been a full year and i've been through so much shit. its a wonder i'm still here. if i had a choice i wouldn't want to be. so i've heard someone bitch about the group of us 'all ur friends are blue berets'. i'm a fucking green beret. one with camo cream on. with unfolded uniforms. one with 5 physical training sessions a week.(basically EVERY-FUCKING-SINGLE-DAY how i resent it). but, i am enjoying it. i have grown perverse, accustomed to oscillating between sweetening people's lives and making lives difficult for some others. rank or not, i just want to squeeze every single morsel i can out of my daily routine. it is a routine, yes. i am glad it is. if it wasn't, it would be far worse.

routine. regimentation. discipline. toughness. hectic life.

why shouldn't i be a fully qualified owner of the green beret? if you don't get shit, of course u deserve to be a blue beret. but even if you do get shit, it doesn't mean you go around calling people names and whining shit about ur non-shit life. seriously, we're all civilians who don't care much about how great you are. it can't come close to any of that. and i'm talking about no one in particular, but probably a great fistful of people out there who should get fisted. who go home everyday and surf gay pornography. who complain all the time.

pent up tension. the soil on my face is soil. soil of the ingrates. soil where dead men will all lie. they will.

"plak!";
x 9:02 pm

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