Wishing you were here.

I said I need to stay home to study some stuffs for tons of up-coming tests and Hiang Peng called me an emo-kid. I really wonder why...

My weekdays are filled with endless lectures and tutorials with 2 or 3 tests every week. I have to start reading the course-ware the moment I reach home till the moment I sleep. Sigh... Many tiring days ahead, but I kinda find it fulfilling. At least I'm learning and accomplishing something, unlike the older days, when I just slack through the hands of time...

Sometimes I really wonder what are some of my friends doing at that particular moment in time. Well, I could have asked, but I didn't cause I couldn't find a reason to. We're so far away.

Oh, and I think my entries are lacking pictures. Guess not having a camera phone does make a difference.

Life goes on...

I wonder how love works, but guess it can never be explained. Its like, I can love her so much yet all she sees is him. She loves him. & here I am, puzzled...

Well, regrading my current life... Its simple. Getting up real early, like fucking 5am, take a rough 1 hour bus ride to camp/school, slack my day away and somehow reach home at 7pm for dinner. And this is probably gonna last for sometime.

I wish I have this girlfriend that will call me every evening to complain about how guys stared at her, the food court aunty with attitude problem or simply politics & gossips in school. Haha, dreaming, just dreaming :D

Fri Ends

This is it, the part where everyone breaks out of the circle that we've been in for the past few years. Let's all get on with our lives, find the one you love, get married, don't even look back and friends? Just let them be part of your memory, acting as stepping stones, helping out through your teenage life, making it easier and more fun; but forget all these, just move on, its over.

Modified BMT 240709 - 070909

My 7 weeks of Modified BMT is officially over. Although 7 weeks is a short time, a new bond was forged. I can still clearly remember how everyone were strangers on the first day; there were still much ice to be broken. But after a personal introduction session, we became friends and begin talking shit to each other. As days go by, our relationship became something real strong, as though we'd known one another for years.

Everyday when we sang our songs to the cookhouse or any particular places, it meant nothing much but entertainment while marching. However on the last day, when we took our last march as a platoon, singing the same usual songs towards the ferry terminal, I actually felt something. Its hard to describe that feeling with words. I think I'll miss Tekong together with the people and everything that happened during that 7 weeks.

All those enlisting these few days, all the best and have fun. I can say as much as I want, but its never more real than going through it yourselves.

I'm surprised that it still hurts after all these time. It still affects me, makes me feel down, darken my day and make me lose my way. I need a soulmate, a companion, a someone to hold when I'm all alone. I'm empty.