I remember those days, in OCS on the parade square. Being repeatedly called a maggot, swine, suffering from the inhibitable Psychosis, by the one and only MWO Benedict..
One quote from the facebook group dedicated to being called a swine during our cadet days made me chuckle real bad; "Why you looking at the floor! Gimme! Knock it down! Ah! Now u can see the floor more!"
He was one helluva Sergeant Major..
Calculating finances is always painful, I always ending up regretting somehow or another, wishing I hadn't spent that much. I don't know, but i think i've come to terms with being a poor. You just can't cross the 500 pound barried. grr.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The weather's turning grey..
Its getting colder and colder now.. Even in the day, when the suns' high up in the sky. So.. winter is coming, and I kinda feeel a little..... unpleased about it. But I do prefer going caving in winter though its shit helluva colder.
Went to Dartmoor National Park with Bart yesterday, and that counts as one of my little adventures this summer. Took a bus to Tavistock, which was by no means harrowing as I would have imagined, but the bus fare, was RIDICULOUS. 4.50 pounds! Oh goodness. That could easily get me a meal! : ( stupid british public transportation system!
Yes. We went to a few tors, rambled abit, scrambled over rocks, and talked about virtually freaking everything under the sky. Laughed at sheep.. wondered at stone circles, and slapped at bees. Oh my god. the bees. how annoying.
Dartmoor was ever so stunning and beautiful.. And the weather was perfect. Summer's been good..
Oh yes, and my camera's battery died on me. Damn. After a YEAR.
Came back to Plymouth in the evening, and went out with KC to watch Seraphim falls. What a boring movie. The Telegraph said that it was a good movie and gave it like 4 out of 5 stars! Well.. the actors were really good with the likes of pierce brosnan and liam neeson. But hell.. a western movie where half the time the actors are either, (a) Walking, or (b) going Grrrr at the screeen, is not exactly my cup of tea. It would have made a fantastic novel of epic proportions, but a movie.. erm no.
Anyway, before the movie, there was this silly trailer of killer sheeps.. Some stupid american B grade movie.. I was chuckling soo hard at the idea of killer sheeps.. i think the people behind me were laughing too. It was stupid.
Went to Dartmoor National Park with Bart yesterday, and that counts as one of my little adventures this summer. Took a bus to Tavistock, which was by no means harrowing as I would have imagined, but the bus fare, was RIDICULOUS. 4.50 pounds! Oh goodness. That could easily get me a meal! : ( stupid british public transportation system!
Yes. We went to a few tors, rambled abit, scrambled over rocks, and talked about virtually freaking everything under the sky. Laughed at sheep.. wondered at stone circles, and slapped at bees. Oh my god. the bees. how annoying.
Dartmoor was ever so stunning and beautiful.. And the weather was perfect. Summer's been good..
Oh yes, and my camera's battery died on me. Damn. After a YEAR.
Came back to Plymouth in the evening, and went out with KC to watch Seraphim falls. What a boring movie. The Telegraph said that it was a good movie and gave it like 4 out of 5 stars! Well.. the actors were really good with the likes of pierce brosnan and liam neeson. But hell.. a western movie where half the time the actors are either, (a) Walking, or (b) going Grrrr at the screeen, is not exactly my cup of tea. It would have made a fantastic novel of epic proportions, but a movie.. erm no.
Anyway, before the movie, there was this silly trailer of killer sheeps.. Some stupid american B grade movie.. I was chuckling soo hard at the idea of killer sheeps.. i think the people behind me were laughing too. It was stupid.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
I think I deserve a holiday.
After working hard for almost 1.5 months straight, I think I deserve a long holiday. no doubt, most of the money went into paying for things that I fancied, and also my tickets to Sweden and Denmark!
Its been a tiring 2 weeks, work everyday and hardly any play makes Jason a very dull boy. With only 2 days of break in 14 days of work, I can barely breathe easily now. At least, I'm going to Dartmoor tommorow for a nice walk! Yay.
I haven't got a clue where the hell in Dartmoor I wish to see.. but I think I might just rely on Bart. Grr. I want to see circles, and cairns and cists and crosses and streams and rocks and sheep!
Went out on Saturday night with the motley crewe from Costas (I nearly typed starbucks there), and it was absolutely insane. Very naughty drunken behaviour on Saturday nights are not good. Especially if you've to work on sunday morning.
So I went in on Sunday, absolutely wankered and wasted. So much so.. my customers were noticing the subdued tone I took when talking to them.
Its always like this. After every night out, i'll promise myself not to get absolutely wankered ever, and the next time I go out.. i get myself into this rubbish. I wish I wasn't an immature irresponsible uni student sometimes.
And yes, Its exactly another week before I return to Manchester, and I am absolutely excited at the prospect of September. 3 countries! Denmark! Sweden! France! Yay. I don't think life can get anymore exciting then that.
After alot of reflection and discussion with others working in costa.. i decided that I hate my job. I don't like it. I don't like making coffee for idiots who can't appreiciate a black crema from a perfect brown creamy one, or reused milk from fresh milk, or skinny from full fat milk. I don't like cleaning after rude customers who leave their mess all over the place, and I don't like serving rude customers.
I told Holly, that the entire year I spent working with Costas, I don't think there wasn't a moment I did not think of quitting, and she replied, she has the same thoughts, just that it was for 3 years. Brilliant.
Its shit.
Back to happier stuff.. Spent a load of cash on clothes. bad. bad bad.
Its been a tiring 2 weeks, work everyday and hardly any play makes Jason a very dull boy. With only 2 days of break in 14 days of work, I can barely breathe easily now. At least, I'm going to Dartmoor tommorow for a nice walk! Yay.
I haven't got a clue where the hell in Dartmoor I wish to see.. but I think I might just rely on Bart. Grr. I want to see circles, and cairns and cists and crosses and streams and rocks and sheep!
Went out on Saturday night with the motley crewe from Costas (I nearly typed starbucks there), and it was absolutely insane. Very naughty drunken behaviour on Saturday nights are not good. Especially if you've to work on sunday morning.
So I went in on Sunday, absolutely wankered and wasted. So much so.. my customers were noticing the subdued tone I took when talking to them.
Its always like this. After every night out, i'll promise myself not to get absolutely wankered ever, and the next time I go out.. i get myself into this rubbish. I wish I wasn't an immature irresponsible uni student sometimes.
And yes, Its exactly another week before I return to Manchester, and I am absolutely excited at the prospect of September. 3 countries! Denmark! Sweden! France! Yay. I don't think life can get anymore exciting then that.
After alot of reflection and discussion with others working in costa.. i decided that I hate my job. I don't like it. I don't like making coffee for idiots who can't appreiciate a black crema from a perfect brown creamy one, or reused milk from fresh milk, or skinny from full fat milk. I don't like cleaning after rude customers who leave their mess all over the place, and I don't like serving rude customers.
I told Holly, that the entire year I spent working with Costas, I don't think there wasn't a moment I did not think of quitting, and she replied, she has the same thoughts, just that it was for 3 years. Brilliant.
Its shit.
Back to happier stuff.. Spent a load of cash on clothes. bad. bad bad.
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