Entry: Wells. Thursday, October 22, 2009



Hmmm. I was not too pleased with my speech on Tuesday evening. Passable at best I suppose, assuming expectation from a greenhorn.

The hall internet is not allowing me to upload the video of my speech. Hopefully it would work in school Okay, it's not working. I cannot stand the internet connection of my hall my school. The downloads and uploads are so disjointed. I rather it be slow and steady. I will have to wait till I get home then.

Hmmm. I will be getting my wisdom teeth out this Saturday. It was quite an interesting turn of events. My mum was appalled by the costs of private surgery and was insistent on me going for government care, until she heard about Medisave to pay of the surgery. So she enthusiastically booked my first appointment for me this Saturday. A load off my mind I suppose. Thanks mum =)

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Dear Princess,

I was exploring the gardens during break time when I came across an old well.

I peered into the well. I could see myself in the reflection of the clear sapphire surface of the water. I look like an idiot in the spangenhelm, but too bad it's officially issued by the military. I remember vividly that day I officially took on the job.

"The military uniform you are given is a symbol. A symbol of our kingdom's might. A symbol of our country's strength. A symbol of how great our dynasty is," That same guy in his purple robe addressed the recruits, "so you better wear it with dignity, pride and respect! Muahahahaha..." Before releasing us from the parade with his ever big grin on his face.

What bullshit. I thought to myself. But I have had to hand it to our military management, cos the quality of our issued armoured uniform is first class. Even the dragon would have difficulty biting our heads off with this helmet I am wearing.

As I looked deeper into the well, I saw sparkles under the shining sun. Gold and silver coins, old and new. A wishing well? That would be a very common assumption that people would have when they see this, so I will set that aside for now. I tried to reach my lance into the well, but it was much deeper than I thought. I hit my lance against the wall. The echo was deafening.

"Can you stop knocking at me?" Came a voice from within the well.

I was stunned for a while, and before I could recover, "Yes, yes, no one would have expected a voice here. But what your hear is what you hear. No doubt about it. I am indeed a talking well."

"I think you better get back to your post now. Your break time is up, you know, you know."

Woah. How did he/she/it know about my break time? But he/she/it was right. I had to get back in 5 minutes, or be screwed by the supervisor. Not that I am inferior to him in any way.

I bidded farewell to the well by knocking my lance again at the wall, without saying a word. I guess I would have a lot to say when I see the well again soon.

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