April 29, 2005

theatrical rigmarole.

I had a rather strange week.

was about to do my quiet time in front of my bunk window on sunday night, when a huge rat ran past right in front of my face. yes, how gross aye? the disgusting rodent scampered behind my buddy's wardrobe, and I promptly informed the sleeping one of the rat. because of the dim lighting, my other friend and I thought his iPod Mini (encased in a black cover) was THE RAT, and my buddy reacted hysterically, thinking the iPod (aka RAT) was right behind him. haha. and so he screamed and leaped right up into the air, to our great horror (because we still thought the iPodwas THE RAT, and the rat actually leaped right after him). great drama right. but at the very least his iPod wasn't damaged, althought we were greatly traumatised. suffice to say, he and I couldn't sleep for the next few hours 'cos of the rat scurrying about.

how affectionate, referring to that dreadful thing's actions as scampering and scurrying. yucks.

another dramatic incident happened, one of which further confirms my belief that a child resides in each of us. let's see, Y. M. doesn't like A. because he thinks A. is sloppy and irritating. and apparently Y. M. has a bunch of friends who feel the same way too, probably because Y. M. is quite vocal about it (could possibly be due to his big mouth, literally and figuratively). when A. returned to the bunk yesterday, he discovered someone (or some people) had scattered pocari sweat (i.e. the powered equivalent of 100 Plus or H2O) all over his bed. even his dear pillow wasn't spared. now who wouldn't be angry if something so viciously childish is done to you. so a big commotion and hoo-ha was created, and we had to search for the meanie.

an hour later, no one owned up, even after the platoon i/c threatened to call the sargeant to settle matters and seek out the culprit. in the meantime, a couple of them went to 'explain' to A. why the culprit might have gotten angry to the extent of doing such a revulsive act. and what was supposed to be a discussion turned into a heated argument; in the midst of it, K. C. suddenly walked up to A. and offered his hand as a means of apology.

like, what??

firstly, no one really suspected K. C., because he has always been pretty amiable to all of us. it seems that he was upset that A. indirectly caused my course commander to make the whole platoon fall in and scold us (which by the way wasn't really A.'s fault anyway). but what sharooshed me was the manner in which K. C. dealt with his anger, and the appalling approach he took to offer his apology.

sigh.
the deportment of 21st century hoi polloi. is regression become commonplace in our psyche?

I'm glad, though, that the above has come to a close. problems solved, everyone's happy, friends once again.

too many curtain calls lead to a bad end.
gid posted at 01:20