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Sunday, April 27, 2008

8:02 AM

Never has freedom tasted so sweet.

No wonder they call it the transition to MANHOOD. It totally altered the way i perceived things, what certain stuff meant to me and how i really missed my family and of course, BABY.

The 2 weekends were tough, difficult times for us. Imagine having to ration out 2 handphone batteries over that LONG LONG LONG.... span of days. However, it is only then that i got to see a wholly new side of BABY's beauty. So understanding. So strong. So positive. She gave me the strength to persevere when the going was tough. We were both missing each other real bad but she still kept nudging me on. On nights when there was little spare time, she accepted it without complains and just made sure that i had sufficient sleep over everything else. I know for sure that it was extremely hard on her, having to wait the entire day for just a call, if not messages for a span of minutes. When all these little actions start registering in, i can't help feeling overwhelmed. I keep thinking about what i've actually done to have such a fabulous girl by my side to look forward to, to complain to, to lie on, to hug and kiss....

Family and Him also seemed more important and real than ever.

Throughout this whole time, my family never lost their temper with me for anything. They sent me there, stayed contented with the almost one-a-day messages i sent while inside and made sure all was in order when i came home. Never have i missed everyone and everything at home so much before. I've taken way too many things for granted. Now, something's definitely gonna change.

Inside the land of the little green men, small frys like me had not much say over affairs. Here, praying became a way of life. Innermost thoughts were spilled out and i've come to understand how helpless we all were in life. With the things that actually went on the way they did, i know for sure that He's out there.

It's time to say my goodbyes to this magnificent world for another 3 days. I'm so looking forward to 100608 then 080210 and of course 011016.

WAIT, again.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

8:44 AM

Seems like the day for the BOY-MAN ritual has finally come for me.

It's not like everyone who has to go through this really awaits it so eagerly but what has to come, has to come. This is definitely not something i embrace with open arms but since it is inevitable, might as well take it well. All that worries me is the emotional rifts that it would create and how i cannot be there by baby's side when she needs me.

Heard stories after stories about how life is like over there. Ghost hauntings, sadistic seargents and sick tales of the queer people inside.

So here's to all who worry or miss me:

i'm pretty fit and have such a sexy body so don't worry over how i can't survive in there.
it's 9 weeks, not a lifetime. I'LL BE BACK.
new friends would be made but the current ones are never forgotten.
take this as a furnace to refine the relationship we have even further.

Yeah. Guess that's about it. Sorry if i can't bring out more names but if i listed them all out, this entry would probably be overlengthed. HEHS.

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