Basket.

The weekend came and not a moment too soon, after a week marred by tiresome routine and unreasonable expectations and ended with a storm in a (Ops) TeA cup. Compromise may be defined as an agreement no one is happy with.

In any case, A01C gathered to celebrate our three February birthdays. Pity the cake was just a tad too expensive to waste on someone's face, or I would have my vengeance. Aside from that, the night was good enough fun, with good food (this time I did not touch the curry), excellent conversation (yes, the Clementi rapist is totally out for my chastity, thanks for the warning girls), mahjong and as usual, plenty of silly photographs (which I will put up once I obtain them). One mahjong game too many, though, meant I had to stay the night. Or the rest of the morning, rather. I didn't even bother to rush for the last train; Zihao and Roger did and returned crestfallen.

The result was early morning philosophising over iced Sprite (ok so we aren't that adventurous with alcohol, but what the hell, I still want my liver) before we actually caught some sleep (rare in cases like these). Was supposed to then go out in the afternoon with my army mates, but I decided to just go for driving theory lesson and then get a bit more shuteye. Life is quite tiring, honestly, when everyone is trying to drag you someplace every free day you've got. Sorry guys.

Back to camp tonight and a potentially shitty week looms ahead. I just realised that, despite my job title, I serve four bosses, sometimes more, and not just one. And the government is giving me 100 dollars in recognition of my efforts. Why, thank you, it tells me exactly how much I'm worth to you, doesn't it? Or, since 100 bucks is enough to get drunk, is the government's message "Here's some cash, go get pissed and forget for the time being about the shittiness of the whole system"?

If the whole of me is 100 dollars, I can't wait to see how much that little piece of me costs. Maybe they'll flip me a coin before I ORD, if it isn't too much trouble.