NDP rehearsal again today. This time, there's spectators watching.

As an NDP guard, my job is to make sure those hu are not supposed to go in, well, don't. This means ive gt the chance to exchange conversations with a hell lot of people, old and young alike. I realise that some Singaporeaans can be really hard to handle. They insist of their rights, don't listen to you, and sometimes speak a dialect you can never understand, which, sometimes, to prevent myself from getting angry, i assume they are thanking me or sth. Whatever, the worst case scenario is probably they wok off frustrated and annoyed. That's still okk.

But the angmors. Woah. The nicest ones are freaking nice, but the nasty ones, they are ten times worse than the worst Singaporean man. They have no dialects to speak, so they argue using English. And i realise i can never beat them no matter how hard i try. They don't lose their temper easily, but they act like we are in court man. And that just stinks.

That's why i never want to go overseas to study.

Anyway, field camp this week and it was alright. we didn't eat disgusting combat rations instead we got from camp. That's pretty good, cos i would have boycotted outrations and if i did, i probably would have fainted.

the f*cking matador is so heavy and because im Law 1, im leading the entire section, which means i probably slow everyone down when im too tired and can't walk fast.

Ah. wadever. 1.46am and time to sleep.