decided to change a blogskin after de previous one got some fuck errors to it.
dont understand why. time's always running out for me, management towards time always cocked up; this's supported by the numerous times ppl wait for me.

my nuah-ness in front of this LCD monitor was somehow overwhelming, i cant be bothered changing much of de HTML so it will look somehow fucked up but its alright lahh i will be back next weekend and do a much better job. or anyone kind enough to do a lil adjustments for me i can buy u a drink. yes.

anyway. chillax.

de general here just made a soldier cry last week.
though how nuah i was and de way i talk was so relax, he thought i was gonna beat him up. wtf. i was almost made to cut articles on interpersonal skills when i was in poly days. now i realised i need to do so before more soldiers misinterpret im gonna kill them.

i was just tryin to make him a better person.
fuck, it was only few sentences and it bring him down.

yeah. nice people are hard to be.

even my other specialists were too stunneddd b'cause for fuck sake, they tuat im de most dont-care-abt-anything sergeant, yet tey dunnnoo my men are most willing to fight for me. take for e.g. we shifted bunks last week. my men approached me and ask if i needed help in carryin the cupboards. its their own initiatives but they reminded me they will only help me and no other specialists. b'cause some specialists are so hypocrites and liars. they liked to play rank. its crap. afterall, we are all soldiers defending Singapore.

i fucking stood there, touched.

day out on fri night with my long lost BMT dudes.
so long never met yet all so retarded still...
hahhaa.. had funs and 4 30 AM i dunnno to call it breakfast or late supper at HongKong Cafe.
had plenty to drink. a lil tipsy from de housepours.

sat night at Caesars.
place i chilled every sat.
some beer to get life going.
some fist guessing to get life going.

yeahh.. time's running out again.
move or AWOL bitch.