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.