i slept on wed nite at 3,woke up at 530.
went for a 28k route march tad commenced at 9 in the evenin.
n marched all thru the nite.
came back.
stood still for more den half an hour,
pinned on my 2 stripes.
went back to bunk,
did area cleaning n stores cleanin for a good 10 hrs before i was allowed to leave.
sat in fear as the postins were read out.
prayin tad i wunt get aslc.
rejoiced wen i was posted to TAFS.
which stands fer sumthin air force school.
took a cab home,
showered.
wowed till 4 in the mornin.
woke up at 8 to help look aft ernest who had his gifted exam test.
den wowed till 6 while keepin him company.
den rushed down to zouk for the bash.
so basically,
i've been awake for close to 72 hrs on juz 4 hrs of sleep.
ghey.
:(
niwaez.
im a cpl!!!:))
half a sgt.
happy i am to leave sispec.
forsaken place.
sighz.
but plab is really incredibly far.
prob take me about an hr n a half to reach tad place.
oh well.
but at least i get to wear sumthin else besides the green uniform.
n my beret's special.
so at least there's a lil pride i guess.
hmm.
shacked.
tml still got run in the mornin.
oh wellz.
bleah.
nite.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
the 2nd part
hmm.
here be the 2nd part o the entry tad was supposed to be completed the nite before.
heh.
been too engrossed wit tryin to get my new WoW char levelled up.
here goes.
its been a long time since i did sumthin like tad so excuse the coarseness of things.
the kite flyer
skies of the deepest blue,
edges tinged wit lighter hues,
an open plain of moving grass,
leaves' dew shinin like polished glass.
he stepped forward upon the field,
a young man wit his own time to kill,
in his hand he held a spool n kite,
he thought he mite wanna take it for a flight.
he tied the spool to himself,
fastened his belt loop thru its well,
loosened the line n began to run,
his sweat glistened under the mornin's sun.
little by little the kite bobbed n swayed,
he kept runnin,not wantin to let it fall away,
den soon the kite began to soar,
he could slow down n appreciate wad his efforts had been for.
the line was slack in his hands,
he could drag it wherever he went,
to the left or to the right,
the kite was never outta his sight.
but the kite soon flew up high,
where the currents soon swept it across the skies,
the line became taut in his hands,
he made effort to regain control again.
but the wind juz kept goin on,
all he could do was juz hold on,
he found himself runnin all over the plain,
the effort had him labourin in pain.
the line began to cut his palm,
streaks of blood began to run,
still he wouldnt let it go,
tad kite meant dearly to him so.
he kept lookin at the skies up high,
hopin tad the end of the wind would be nigh,
but juz wen the wind suddenly seemed to slack,
before he could do anithin,it would juz be back.
pain etched his features,
tears began to run,
suddenly kiteflyin didnt seem,
all tad fun.
but tad kite,
he wouldnt let go,
he worked so hard for it,
to him it was gold.
tis went on for the longest time,
till finally it all took a toll on his mind,
his hands were numb from the loss of blood,
the pain so evident had become dark.
he found himself numb,
juz holdin on,
found a place to sit down,
a shelter from the storm.
the string still he wouldnt release,
he knew the kite'll come back if it pleased,
he wanted to be there to pick it up before it hit the ground,
to him it called him witout a sound.
some called him stupid,
some a fool,
why hold on to something,
tad doesnt hold on to you.
why the agony,
wen the rest await,
lined up on racks,
cash you didnt hafta pay.
juz outside the field,
the kites mingled,
pickin one out,
it would be single.
but the kiteflyer wouldnt let this one slip away,
not aft all he'd done to have things this way.
the run he took to get it to fly,
he held on to the line wit a grip tad'll never die.
till this day he still holds on,
starin at the kite still flyin high.
buffeted by the high winds,
the line still is taut,
the pain it causes,
the damage is wrought.
few can understand,
tho many more wonder why,
he hopes so much,
why he wouldnt let it die.
tad's the secret the kiteflyer keeps,
for in his heart is an emotion so deep,
an attachment to his kite beyond logic,
he only prays it returns before he gets too weak.
the end.
hmmm.
not too shabby for sum1 so outta practise i believe.:))
hmmm.
time's tickin away.
my baby's asleep behind me.
contentment describes how i've been for the past 2 days.
luxurious indulgence being able to seem perpertually in her company.
the troubles always seem to start wen we're not in each other's presence.
trust is such a valuable thing in a relationship i believe.
once its gone,
tad's wen insecurity,suspicion n eventual hurt n all tad kinda nonsense begins.
to all out there attached.
build the trust.
it could mean the world.:))
take tad from a learned soul wit about 3 days exp behind him.
imma send her to he next lesson.
n its back to Wow for me.
at least dwellin in the pits wunt be lonely wit WoW.:))
the world is your oyster,
IF n only IF you know howta shuck it.:))
sorry to maise regardin the party last nite.
really too late an invite for me to really stand a chance to go.
:))
heh.old fashioned parents need about 2,3 days warnin in advance la.:))
but i still love mummy n daddy all the same.:))
HAHAHa
:L)
shall send baby to class now.:))
tataz all.
here be the 2nd part o the entry tad was supposed to be completed the nite before.
heh.
been too engrossed wit tryin to get my new WoW char levelled up.
here goes.
its been a long time since i did sumthin like tad so excuse the coarseness of things.
the kite flyer
skies of the deepest blue,
edges tinged wit lighter hues,
an open plain of moving grass,
leaves' dew shinin like polished glass.
he stepped forward upon the field,
a young man wit his own time to kill,
in his hand he held a spool n kite,
he thought he mite wanna take it for a flight.
he tied the spool to himself,
fastened his belt loop thru its well,
loosened the line n began to run,
his sweat glistened under the mornin's sun.
little by little the kite bobbed n swayed,
he kept runnin,not wantin to let it fall away,
den soon the kite began to soar,
he could slow down n appreciate wad his efforts had been for.
the line was slack in his hands,
he could drag it wherever he went,
to the left or to the right,
the kite was never outta his sight.
but the kite soon flew up high,
where the currents soon swept it across the skies,
the line became taut in his hands,
he made effort to regain control again.
but the wind juz kept goin on,
all he could do was juz hold on,
he found himself runnin all over the plain,
the effort had him labourin in pain.
the line began to cut his palm,
streaks of blood began to run,
still he wouldnt let it go,
tad kite meant dearly to him so.
he kept lookin at the skies up high,
hopin tad the end of the wind would be nigh,
but juz wen the wind suddenly seemed to slack,
before he could do anithin,it would juz be back.
pain etched his features,
tears began to run,
suddenly kiteflyin didnt seem,
all tad fun.
but tad kite,
he wouldnt let go,
he worked so hard for it,
to him it was gold.
tis went on for the longest time,
till finally it all took a toll on his mind,
his hands were numb from the loss of blood,
the pain so evident had become dark.
he found himself numb,
juz holdin on,
found a place to sit down,
a shelter from the storm.
the string still he wouldnt release,
he knew the kite'll come back if it pleased,
he wanted to be there to pick it up before it hit the ground,
to him it called him witout a sound.
some called him stupid,
some a fool,
why hold on to something,
tad doesnt hold on to you.
why the agony,
wen the rest await,
lined up on racks,
cash you didnt hafta pay.
juz outside the field,
the kites mingled,
pickin one out,
it would be single.
but the kiteflyer wouldnt let this one slip away,
not aft all he'd done to have things this way.
the run he took to get it to fly,
he held on to the line wit a grip tad'll never die.
till this day he still holds on,
starin at the kite still flyin high.
buffeted by the high winds,
the line still is taut,
the pain it causes,
the damage is wrought.
few can understand,
tho many more wonder why,
he hopes so much,
why he wouldnt let it die.
tad's the secret the kiteflyer keeps,
for in his heart is an emotion so deep,
an attachment to his kite beyond logic,
he only prays it returns before he gets too weak.
the end.
hmmm.
not too shabby for sum1 so outta practise i believe.:))
hmmm.
time's tickin away.
my baby's asleep behind me.
contentment describes how i've been for the past 2 days.
luxurious indulgence being able to seem perpertually in her company.
the troubles always seem to start wen we're not in each other's presence.
trust is such a valuable thing in a relationship i believe.
once its gone,
tad's wen insecurity,suspicion n eventual hurt n all tad kinda nonsense begins.
to all out there attached.
build the trust.
it could mean the world.:))
take tad from a learned soul wit about 3 days exp behind him.
imma send her to he next lesson.
n its back to Wow for me.
at least dwellin in the pits wunt be lonely wit WoW.:))
the world is your oyster,
IF n only IF you know howta shuck it.:))
sorry to maise regardin the party last nite.
really too late an invite for me to really stand a chance to go.
:))
heh.old fashioned parents need about 2,3 days warnin in advance la.:))
but i still love mummy n daddy all the same.:))
HAHAHa
:L)
shall send baby to class now.:))
tataz all.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
2 odes today
tis shal be a 2 part post.
one now,for someone's who's on a airplane,
and another much later in the nite wen my baby be in a club to while the time away waitin.
an ode for the special friend.
you're prob the closest thing to a brother tad a female can possibly to me.
i can still remember how we met juz like it was yest.
we were juz recallin it not so many nites ago.
how i exclaimed to fysh "wad e ...she's a dancer???!?!?!"
fond memories.
thanks fer the times spent toget.
juz chillin n being open wit each other about our problems,
all the emo stuff,
never scoldin each other regardin the foolish stuff we do in the learnin journey called life,
never commentin on the actions we take but juz makin sure we pick each other up n ready ourselves for the next charge.
the advice we dish out to each other always taken into consideration,
for tad mutual respect tad always existed.
the walks to dion's,
the walks to rafiq's,
the sessions with eric,
the time spent in sch tryin to study toget,
the whinin,
the walks arnd sch tryin to get the brain to unfreeze,
thanks for bein the friend who's ALWAYS been there.
i dun tink there's been one time tad i've looked fer you n you weren't there to spare me a lil time.
be it when i was feelin glum juz to talk on the phone,
wen i was lookin for company to go jalan with,
you've always been there.
and i thank you for tad.
you made me feel equal.
more den tad,
you make me feel like i matter.
you make me feel special.
you've been one of the truest if not the truest friends i ever had.
i only wished i had taken a photo wit you before you boarded tad plane tis mornin.
thanks for everythin.
the Lord's blessins upon you over there.
dun forget wad i said about peer pressure.
i wouldnt wan you to suddenly change.
:))
thanks fer it all druggie.
good luck over there.
im pretty sure the place is better den here.:))
call me wen you're back aight??:))
the 2nd ode shall be done later.:))
one now,for someone's who's on a airplane,
and another much later in the nite wen my baby be in a club to while the time away waitin.
an ode for the special friend.
you're prob the closest thing to a brother tad a female can possibly to me.
i can still remember how we met juz like it was yest.
we were juz recallin it not so many nites ago.
how i exclaimed to fysh "wad e ...she's a dancer???!?!?!"
fond memories.
thanks fer the times spent toget.
juz chillin n being open wit each other about our problems,
all the emo stuff,
never scoldin each other regardin the foolish stuff we do in the learnin journey called life,
never commentin on the actions we take but juz makin sure we pick each other up n ready ourselves for the next charge.
the advice we dish out to each other always taken into consideration,
for tad mutual respect tad always existed.
the walks to dion's,
the walks to rafiq's,
the sessions with eric,
the time spent in sch tryin to study toget,
the whinin,
the walks arnd sch tryin to get the brain to unfreeze,
thanks for bein the friend who's ALWAYS been there.
i dun tink there's been one time tad i've looked fer you n you weren't there to spare me a lil time.
be it when i was feelin glum juz to talk on the phone,
wen i was lookin for company to go jalan with,
you've always been there.
and i thank you for tad.
you made me feel equal.
more den tad,
you make me feel like i matter.
you make me feel special.
you've been one of the truest if not the truest friends i ever had.
i only wished i had taken a photo wit you before you boarded tad plane tis mornin.
thanks for everythin.
the Lord's blessins upon you over there.
dun forget wad i said about peer pressure.
i wouldnt wan you to suddenly change.
:))
thanks fer it all druggie.
good luck over there.
im pretty sure the place is better den here.:))
call me wen you're back aight??:))
the 2nd ode shall be done later.:))
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
vote now.
vote now.
as a favour to me or wadever.
:))
go here!!!!
support my baby.
make the torture i've gone thru worthwhile.:))
http://www.funkygrad.com/partito/
register n vote aight all??
mucho love spread arnd.:)) thanks thanks.
plsplsplspslspls.
VOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
as a favour to me or wadever.
:))
go here!!!!
support my baby.
make the torture i've gone thru worthwhile.:))
http://www.funkygrad.com/partito/
register n vote aight all??
mucho love spread arnd.:)) thanks thanks.
plsplsplspslspls.
VOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
songs to represent
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she always gone too long anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know
Hey I'll leave the young thing alone
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
simply expressed.
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she always gone too long anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know, I know, I knowI know, I know
Hey I'll leave the young thing alone
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
simply expressed.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
shoppin,firing,diggin.
i wanna go shoppin.
this urge has been overwhelming me for the past few weeks.
and wen i get my pay i shall be bookin in back immediately.
so WOW!
i dun get any shoppin done.
grrr.
i wanna get a new shirt.
t-shirt actually.
to please a certain sum1 n see how i look in a tighter shirt insteada of my huge baggy ones.
a new pair of levis' 512s.
a new guess belt.(the 60+ one wit a nice buckle!!!!)
a new scent.(either Chanel's Allure Homme Sport or Giorgio Armani Acqua di Gio)
hmmm.
or my good ol FCUK Him.
which is all but used up btw.
crap.
my paycheck for this month's gonna disappear.
sighz.
wad else.
tis week has been hell week.
we came in n left immediately for Op Nutcracker,
which should be renamed Op Ballbuster,
cuz you dig till your balls drop on the ground n bursts.
you dig from evening till dawn n if you're lucky you're done.
if not you juz keep diggin till the instructor says its finally deep enuf.
which can be up to 40 hrs of constant sloggin leavin you butt shacked witout sleep.
and aft you finish,
you gotta make sure your mould of sand by the side disappears and becomes one wit the surroundins,
thus basically leaving you wit invisible holes in the ground.
shacked.
den i got chosen as fightin patrol as well.
so yea.
2 X xiong.
i was section commander for tad whole operation.
GAH.
shack.
3 days of ops,
about 7 hours of sleep.
yea.
next,
section battle drill.
we got back from the op in the late evening,
cleanin stores,countin stuff,slept at bout 2.
woke up at about 6,
den had another day of intensive battle drills.
reached back about 7,
den next had a briefing for live firin,
all the way till about 10,
weapons cleanin till even later,
loadin of stores till even later,
slept late,
den woke up early cuz i was advance party.
went there,
set up tentage,
before we could even rest,
section live firing began.
it was hell week la basically.
i tink i went thru the whole week wit less den 20 hours of sleep.
n it didnt help tad my girl went MIA.
so yea.
plus i lose the dummy claymore for my section.
so yea.
im been dragged down in the dumps.
and i was all alone while it happened.
i dunno.
im actually quite pissed but feel strangly detached.
oh well.friggit.
this urge has been overwhelming me for the past few weeks.
and wen i get my pay i shall be bookin in back immediately.
so WOW!
i dun get any shoppin done.
grrr.
i wanna get a new shirt.
t-shirt actually.
to please a certain sum1 n see how i look in a tighter shirt insteada of my huge baggy ones.
a new pair of levis' 512s.
a new guess belt.(the 60+ one wit a nice buckle!!!!)
a new scent.(either Chanel's Allure Homme Sport or Giorgio Armani Acqua di Gio)
hmmm.
or my good ol FCUK Him.
which is all but used up btw.
crap.
my paycheck for this month's gonna disappear.
sighz.
wad else.
tis week has been hell week.
we came in n left immediately for Op Nutcracker,
which should be renamed Op Ballbuster,
cuz you dig till your balls drop on the ground n bursts.
you dig from evening till dawn n if you're lucky you're done.
if not you juz keep diggin till the instructor says its finally deep enuf.
which can be up to 40 hrs of constant sloggin leavin you butt shacked witout sleep.
and aft you finish,
you gotta make sure your mould of sand by the side disappears and becomes one wit the surroundins,
thus basically leaving you wit invisible holes in the ground.
shacked.
den i got chosen as fightin patrol as well.
so yea.
2 X xiong.
i was section commander for tad whole operation.
GAH.
shack.
3 days of ops,
about 7 hours of sleep.
yea.
next,
section battle drill.
we got back from the op in the late evening,
cleanin stores,countin stuff,slept at bout 2.
woke up at about 6,
den had another day of intensive battle drills.
reached back about 7,
den next had a briefing for live firin,
all the way till about 10,
weapons cleanin till even later,
loadin of stores till even later,
slept late,
den woke up early cuz i was advance party.
went there,
set up tentage,
before we could even rest,
section live firing began.
it was hell week la basically.
i tink i went thru the whole week wit less den 20 hours of sleep.
n it didnt help tad my girl went MIA.
so yea.
plus i lose the dummy claymore for my section.
so yea.
im been dragged down in the dumps.
and i was all alone while it happened.
i dunno.
im actually quite pissed but feel strangly detached.
oh well.friggit.
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