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29/5/2015

Heart racing, I duck behind the kitchen cupboards, cold tiles greeting my palms as I crawl.
"No escape, loser," Dad calls out.

Thwang.

Smack.

A rubber band bounces from the top cupboard and lands beside me. I snatch up my ammunition, arm my finger and move closer to the end of the bench. Soon I would have my revenge.

"Hi-ya!" I leap up, take aim.

Thwang.

Snap.

"Owe!" I cry out.

Dad was faster, the rubber band he shot stinging my bare shoulder before I was able to shoot. by his hand on the dinning room table is the pot of rubber bands.

"Cheater! I'm telling Mum," I sulked.

The date is set.

28/5/2015

The date is set. End of next month I need to be mentally and physically prepared for Assessment day. This is really happening. I am still not sure what job I should really be applying for (even asking tarot cards hasn't helped) and I'm worried I won't be ready in time. The only thing that I'm not worried about is whether I should join. It feels right. My gut feeling says go for it. However that gut feeling hasn't helped me make a choice on the job I want.

So, what am I going to do?

Well, I may need to call recruiting and see about changing my preference (right now my second preference is something I want to drop and replace with something different) and see if I can apply for both positions. I'm hoping they will let me do that. And then I will be talking to every person I know (all of those who have something to do with the army have come out of the wood work, they are everywhere!) and see what they're experiences have been and what they think of my choices. They may have some insights into the particular corps and positions I'm looking at. They may make things clearer.

If not, then I'm screwed.

YOU; Your Opportunities Unlimited.... no shit. What am I meant to do, Universe? Send me a sign please! And soon, the count down has begun.

Week Twenty-one

27/5/2015

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Good Intentions by Agnès Desarthe. An English translation of the French novel (since I suck at reading and speaking French).

Sonia is acting like an adult settling into their first apartment with her husband, giving birth to her first and then second child and interacting with neighbours no matter how forceful or annoying they are.

It is unsettling how realistic it is in questioning our morals. We all want to think we can do good, look after our elderly neighbours who have no-one else. But we put our heads down and pray the old man doesn't notice when we make a dash to the door, speaking only when we have to and doing the bare minimum to help out. Realistically we don't want the responsibility.

Sonia and her husband don't want the responsibility but take it when the elderly and lonely gentleman next door to them is mistreated by the apartments caretakers who have been hired by his disinterested daughter-in-law. Sonia is a bit of an air-head, more of a questioning child with some very ingrained fears that stop her from living life fully. Not someone we want to aspire to be, not strong and independent and fearless and absolutely good. She is human.

I liked this book, it made me question my morals and my beliefs of who is good and who is bad. But it wasn't very enjoyable to read, if that makes sense.

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How is this possible?

26/5/2015

Here's something a little funny; my application for officer has been processed even though my aptitude test results clearly stated I had missed out on that opportunity.

Ummm...

Care to explain? Anyone? All I have been told is that my results were scaled. So if I go off what one recruiting lady let slip "You were close" along with maybe the fact I am just awesome perhaps the people at recruiting saw the potential and made it happen. Or maybe they had to fill their quota. Or maybe it was a glitch.

I don't know.

But now I feel a lot more pressure. If I am being processed that means they can call me in for Assessment in the very-scary-oh-so-too-near future. This is really happening. My physical isn't up to scratch just yet (I really need to do more running, I seem to be stuck at 5.1 on the beep test, maybe if I do squats as well to beef up my muscles...), not to mention I need to do more reading up on the different corps I could possibly end up in at the end of training so I can talk about them in the interview on Assessment day.

Oh dear.

Don't panic. I am getting closer, yet I have such a long way to go before they will even employ me. Deep breathe, now back to work.

Blair: Salem's Daughter

25/5/2015

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Blair Fitzpatrick is an ordinary fifteen year old who doesn’t chase a white rabbit in a waist coat down a hole. Instead she follows an old man, a vampyre and a shape-shifting cat through a gate and into a fantasy land.

Her mission is to reunite the hilt of the Nameless sword with its broken blade buried within a sleeping dragon, learn to control her dormant magic and not die in the process.

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“Okay, now. No worries,” I whispered, even though I felt like I was going to be sick and just wanted to run away because something was wrong, something was going to be really wrong if I did this.

I slid the sword hilt into the crack.

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