Sunday, June 18, 2006

Incrediously, only i have seemed to receed with the ages of time, diminishing my capabilities into nothingness. Everyone seems to grow into something greater when they're older. Not me.

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1 year and 3 months more till ord. That's 455 days.
Minus 120 days of weekends, it's 335 days.
Minus 28 days of grudgingly issued leave, it's 307 days.
7 days of "sick" leave, it's 300 days.

300 more days till i regain my freedom.

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Tell me ng, when can i next see you?

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{xoxo}

Friday, June 16, 2006

James Blunt's song is god damm nice, and i realise it always takes me two steps behind to find all the beautiful songs, just like how i am with life ; always two steps behind, trying hard to play the catch up with everyone.

What an excellent piece of news i've received over the week. I'll be staying in for FIVE muthafucking weeks in sembawang camp! For my class 4 driving course non-the-less. Courses are meant to be fun and a draw away from daily work, but this course which takes away my previous night life from me is simple too much. 5 weeks of bunking in, showering with cold water, having fresh rations ( so fresh it's burnt ).

See ya all in 5 weeks time.

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{xoxo}

Sunday, June 11, 2006

bye bye sunday. hello monday a.k.a the start of the week where i meet the world dumbest people trying to earn a living by trying to be clever.

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The nights are so lonely the days are so sad and
I just keep thinking about the love that we had
And I'm missing you
And nobody knows it but me

Laughs. So emo. Maybe one day i'll wake up from this dream and tell myself all this lamenting was one big bad dream.

But you know what? I still love you min.


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{xoxo}

Thursday, June 08, 2006

This post is two days over-due, due to the lousy server of Blogger.com.

I just wanted to post how happy i am to complete one story book, in a day. I read the entire book of " kite runner " while in camp the day before. Twas a touching and emotional tale about afganistani boys being fucked in the asshole ( i kid you not ). While i firmly mantain that i am no paedopile, i assure you this award winning novel is a must read.

Life in camp is about rotting your mental mind to death, and yet not being able to fight back. I was repreminded for bringing in a story book by my FIRST SERGENT ( giggles ), even though there were NOTHING TO DO AT ALL. Fucking hell. Then, my friend and i had a heated arguement when i jokingly mentioned that i would report to the chief of army about him not wanting to let me read a book because THERE WAS NOTHING TO DO. He swipped back and said having nothing to do was the general consensus to having something to do.

I disagreed silently.

One more day to the greatest event ( and possibly profitable ) on earth. WORLD CUP 2006. hallaluijeahhhhh :))))))))))))))))))00

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{xoxo}

Monday, June 05, 2006

[tpc says to min : why the word agony on your msn? ]

Tell me why, shall you chance upon my blog, and decide to reply me. because i can only see, but i can't reach out to you.

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{xoxo}

Sunday, June 04, 2006

People my age, friends around me, they lament emotional posts, wince at teeny-boopy emotion filled posts like mine.

But i don't wRiTe liKe thiS worX. So i think at least i do have a certain bit of intellegence in me at least?

Liquid room last night wasn't exciting, i didn't expect it to be that small. The dance floor was smaller than phuture, and the crowd was disappointly average. My night was spent drinking ( and thereafter nursing a horrid hangover ), playing 5-10, and taking care of 3 drunk persons.

And OCS my buddy in BMT was one of em drunkards. He told me he unwittingly messaged S ( his old flame ), telling her that he was drunk and puking ; even as he knew he would not get an ounce of reply from her ( or so my guess ).

I wanted to ask him what the point of contacting a person whose heart's no longer with him for ; tis pointless isn't it. But i didn't, for i knew i was just as much the broken person that he is right now, maybe more, and just a sordid era ago, i was just like him. Reaching out to a person whom i know would not give a damm shit to me.

But i know, it's time to re-evaluate my life again, gaining fresh perspective to my life's direction, and gain a foothold to my confidence that i once had. And maybe one day, just maybe, i would be able to win you back again.

Because you're never replacable, no matter how much you always refused to believe in the past.

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{xoxo}