Sunday, January 23, 2005 @ 19:07
number one hundred and eleven
i shall pack tomorrow's bag, write my agenda, fold my sleeves and get ready for live range tomorrow, later on. then watch hulk, eat dinner at the same time, get some early rest so that i can kill something tomorrow. figure 12, go eat bullets.
darn. live range tomorrow. my IMT results sucked. like shit. hope the same is not repeated tomorrow. touchwood. how far is twenty-five metres? not very far right? when you run on a track, 100m seems quite near already, so 25m should me ok. no big. i think. the IMT was supposed to be a 25m range. wtf. the canadian bull looked like a piece of something too small to be identified. (i knew before-hand i was shooting a canadian bull) enought about the range tomorrow. and yes soh, i will not take some empty rounds, put it inside my garder and try to smuggle them out of the range. i do not want to be jailed at such a young age for such a lousy crime. lol.
w00t. tomorrow got no test. because i have no core humanities subject. but have a biology test on tuesday and a poh test on friday. xian. just recovered from flu. 2 days to recover. must try to break the record next time.
er. nothing more to say.
good day. let's hope nobody gets killed tomorrow at the range. or get shot up so badly that he would rather die. hot steel plungling through the aorta, blood spurting out from the exit-hole, leaving a trail of red semi-solid gunk behind the speeding bullet. the guy falls onto the ground with a thud, dark red aortial blood seeping out of his wound. he's just a corpse now.
touchwood.
so come on, tell me.