Karva Chauth
2006-10-10 @ 7:12 p.m.

Just finished reading Aidan Mathews's According To The Small Hours. The poetry can be described as either refreshingly imaginative or frustratingly confusing, depending on whether one is more inclined to take a positive or negative view of it. I, for one, hadn't the faintest idea what was going on in the poems most of the time. That said, Mathews is good for those of you who like very visceral imagery in your poems. Have decided to set myself a target for learning new languages. I'm giving myself about half a year to master the basics, which isn't unrealistic when you think about all the other things I have to do, at least until I ORD. Quenya, Latin, Italian, in that order. Will brush up on my French as and when I can make time to do so, as well as explore the finer intricacies of English grammar. If all that sounds impossible, remember that I'm really an idealist at heart. We cleaned our boss's bunk today, and it was not as filthy as my colleagues had made it sound (they went up yesterday), though it is still hard to believe that someone actually sleeps in that place on a regular basis. Now if we'd had a camera, we'd have some interesting pictures reflecting how disciplined our superiors really are. He's a freaking hypocrite, blasting us for our store's untidiness when his own bunk looks like it hasn't been cleaned in months. We also found what looked suspiciously like a dildo. Now that was disturbing...

So I finally finished watching Twelve Monkeys yesternight. It was interesting, in a post-apocalyptic sort of way, and the time travel made more sense than usual, although as this site points out, the film still cannot fully resolve the paradoxes caused by time travel. It was amusing to see Brad Pitt playing a crazy guy quite convincingly. Am not exactly looking forward to clocking mileage tomorrow. It's not the driving per se that bothers me; it's who'll be accompanying me as my vehicle commander that I'm concerned about. If it was someone I knew, at least things wouldn't be so bad. Chances are it'll be a complete stranger, which is something I don't deal very well with, especially not after my experience during my driving course, where amiable instructors like mine, Mr Boey, tended to be in the minority. I hope I don't get yelled at tomorrow. I definitely react very negatively to that, as my entire NS experience has proven to me. Sigh...