long schlong. get yours today.
I am in a strange mood today. Whimsical almost. I also made several discoveries.
1. Listening to Deliver Us (OST Prince of Egypt) is liable to bring tears to your eyes. At 3am.
2. Vanity, exists in army camps. (Trust me I'm in one anyway.)
3. Colleagues of mine speak about me behind my back. Apparently the hot topic is the clothes that I wear to camp. I love my colleagues.
4. I think I'm getting flabby from all the non-exercise.
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I have been drafted into the Guard Of Honour contingent for RSAF Day. That's the day the Air Force celebrates itself.
Plus point, I wear the absolutely kinky No.1 uniform.
Minus points, it's bloody hot, the training is hell, I look forward to being charred like a turkey, and I'll ache.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
alamak.
Should I pray for a miracle, or should I just get a job that pays?
Both have their pros and cons I suppose. The one biggest con I have is time. But seriously, why am I thinking that I do not have enough time to accomplish deeds?
Everytime I think about this, I start setting aims like, oh I have to have a degree by 27, a job by 28 and a kid by 30. Without these three aims, I will be deemed the useless and slow Singaporean.
Slow.
Everything seems to be about achieving your aim as fast as you can.
Should I pray for a miracle, or should I just get a job that pays?
Both have their pros and cons I suppose. The one biggest con I have is time. But seriously, why am I thinking that I do not have enough time to accomplish deeds?
Everytime I think about this, I start setting aims like, oh I have to have a degree by 27, a job by 28 and a kid by 30. Without these three aims, I will be deemed the useless and slow Singaporean.
Slow.
Everything seems to be about achieving your aim as fast as you can.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
would you still be my friend?
I'm frustrated, that much I admit.
Why do I do the things I do? Why do I love to shop and buy so many articles of clothing and wear them all?
Why do I do all that for?
It's all in some futile attempt to be needed.
And yet when I finally get what I think I'm looking for, I end up being more frustrated than I've ever felt.
Incubus indeed.
at least for that little while i felt needed.
at least i made someone happy.
that also makes me a whore.
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When push comes to shove, what will you choose?
To hide your love for your best friend and always exist as the "best friend" and nothing more, or to risk telling that person you love him/her, and then being told you will always be the best friend?
That's the subject of the movie I watched. Fucking heartbreaking.
how come nobody ever needed me the way he needed his best friend?
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I choose to be different. The way I manifest my difference is apparent. Maybe it's leftover teenage angst, that decision to be different from the others.
I'm frustrated, that much I admit.
Why do I do the things I do? Why do I love to shop and buy so many articles of clothing and wear them all?
Why do I do all that for?
It's all in some futile attempt to be needed.
And yet when I finally get what I think I'm looking for, I end up being more frustrated than I've ever felt.
Incubus indeed.
at least for that little while i felt needed.
at least i made someone happy.
that also makes me a whore.
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When push comes to shove, what will you choose?
To hide your love for your best friend and always exist as the "best friend" and nothing more, or to risk telling that person you love him/her, and then being told you will always be the best friend?
That's the subject of the movie I watched. Fucking heartbreaking.
how come nobody ever needed me the way he needed his best friend?
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I choose to be different. The way I manifest my difference is apparent. Maybe it's leftover teenage angst, that decision to be different from the others.
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