Monday, March 26, 2007
I Miss You So Much.

Historical at : 9:15 AM

Sunday, March 25, 2007


shawn showed me this crap and it kinda of showed which celebrity u looked like.

Historical at : 8:15 PM

Sunday, March 18, 2007
everybody makes mistakes.
being wrong in past does not mean being condemned for life as long as he is repentful wad.
sometimes just step in his shoes.
help carry a little weight on his shoulders.
just share a little sorrow of his.
just a little understanding.
and talk to him maybe just a little?
or if asking too much, just love him a little just tell him tat little?

it will just be a little close to perfect.

and that little will make a big difference.

Puny. Frailed.
I need a shoulder to lean on too.

Historical at : 7:21 PM

Sunday, March 11, 2007
daily routines for duty sergeant.

having 18 men under you is similar to having 18 babies under you.
every single life you are responsible for.
every single's character and traits.
everyone you groom under you and made sure their wings cant fly and they dont climb on your head.

oh well.
16months to ORD.

whats my future then?

Historical at : 8:55 PM

Wednesday, March 07, 2007
almost drop my beret today when gettin off de cab. almost lose something again.
lose out in ranking of top 10% of 60 ppl cohort. was ranked no.7. losin something once more.
but anyway,
99.
thanks. was a happy man today.
;)
graduation tomorrow.

Historical at : 12:47 AM

Monday, March 05, 2007
Surprise?

Life is full of revelations.

Just book out yesterday and here I am. BOOK OUT lo. Futile anyway.
Well, there is no free meal on this world. Tomorrow is my rehearsal for Wed Graduation parade. yeahh.. at Nee Soon Cammppp.. so much for a soldier.

What a hollow parade. It doesn't matters.

Played a soccer match today. I hate losing. It doesn't matter if we were thrased 5-10. But everything just starts losing my way. Was crestfallen. Life so down yet more unhappy things. my right toe was like crashed over by the stud of the opponent's boots. my unprotected right shin hit of them too and result some big bump.

my toe cant move till now.

selected to take over as duty sergeant today. take the men of 18. concentrate on teaching them stuffs that i know. i didnt realise i drifted myself away as i talked on. i actually told them stripping the rifle was much more easier than understanding a girl. they looked dumbfolded.

"fuck, what is my sergeant talkin shit."

probably.
i had been building sandcastles for many days.

I slept with eyes open last night.

I wanna hear you laugh like you really mean it
Collapse into me, tired with joy.

Yes, I need you.

tml is a nice day. cos' it means alot of things.

Historical at : 10:00 PM

Sunday, March 04, 2007
Gloomy.

day 1st. booking into Jurong Camp, trying to adapt to the new surroundings. lifes not so pleasant especially when you miss someone you love. day 2 came slow so is day 3. then, day 4. day 5 was excited, first book-out. but de truth is you get to see your loved one. yes u do.

tips on not getting old is to always smile.
tats what i did from day 1 to 5.

journey home was really long. de train never seemed to reach de end.
only when it reaches, den you realise its de end.

Trust.

Its such a strong word. Something that need alot of efforts to build it. Something you rely on, Something you hope or expect of something. There are many definitions to Trust. But how many can actually practically define it?

Unfortunately, I couldnt.
Neither thereotically nor practically.

An angry man is a fucking loser man. I experience it. You tend to speak unsympathetic & callous words, basically is almost similar to farting through the mouth.

It stinks.

You don't think. The whole brain system just shut down. Only after you had said, you realise, " Man you should have banged your head against the wall and just get run over by all racing cars at F1. " Rage controlled the total me.

Does it means can do anything u like?
Say anything u like?

Dude, wake up.
Yes, im fumin still. As much as I hate myself saying those things, you just gotten yourself star-crossed, knowing such a boyfriend. I detest myself calling the names. If every unnecessary dreadful memories and words alleged can be erased, I swore I dont mind struck by the lightning.

Mr Assume?
You thought, I think, Who confirm?
Always right?
Yeah rightfully wrong always.
Trust, respect, understandin?
Nothing.

Wake up.
Stop lying there just in disgrace.

My heart aches more than any old man's rheumatism problems. My eyes are well washed, free from bacteria. But i abhor red eyes. haha. i sound so screwed.

No.
I'm really dejected.

Next wednesday, 070307 will be my graduation parade at Nee Soon Camp. Nobody will be at de parade anyway. Well, happy 21st Hamza on tat day. We getting old man. Happy gettin whackin in camp.



Do I still have a backdoor to your heart?
I love you.















Historical at : 2:30 AM

INTRODUCTION

Never to bid good-bye
Or lip me the softest call,
Or utter a wish for a word, while I
Saw morning harden upon the wall,
Unmoved, unknowing
That your great going
Had place that moment, and altered all.

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