A hazy shade of winter

Taken to writing blog entries in camp and then posting it at home. More efficient use of time, and i can get stuff off my chest when i need to, too.

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It's highly chastising to realise you're growing old. And you're not as young and indestrctible and invulnerable as you once believed yourself to be. It's a back to earth slam and a "hello, this is your body speaking, you better bloody take care of me or i'll go on strike, you selfish carefree @#$#%". I guess when you're smaller all these diseases and illnesses are just things that happen to other people, and whatever you land yourself in, every little scrape and broken bone and bout of flu is just a temporary encumbrance and you'll heal soon enough. For most people anyway. I guess i'm lucky enough to not have to bear with anything really long term... no weakened joints or anything, but sometimes something happens and it scares you just enough to remind you that you're not so invulnerable (anymore). Which is why I now pledge to drink a lot a lot a lot more, and in so doing achieve my personal campaign to reduce-the-size-of-the-mothball-in-the-second-urinal-from-the-left-compared-to-the-oters-in-the-toilet-in-the-middle-of-the-second-storey. 'course, that's also secondary to my expose-the-deadly-biological-agents-that-SAF-is-growing-in-my-fourth-floor-toilet-next-to-my-bunk campaign.

Yam Seng.