me.
my life.
connect.
venting machine.
history.
A given
1985, east coast, servitude to the nation.
confused, clarity-hungry shapeshifter.
badminton, ktv, the bigscreen, slumber.
soccer, surfing, pool, relationships.
analytical & brain-churning communication.
GOD.
ecstatic_fogginess@yahoo.com.sg
Recent addictions
automobiles
books
fitness
Subway
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Thursday, January 12, 2006
1:58 pm
It's always the case- NS hampers your real YOU from living. But I'd like to give thanks to the friends here and all the moments shared.
All those improvised forms of entertainment- irritating but impressively precise projectiles, laughingstock poorthing(s), colourful driving styles, talking back at coy superiors, blunders, considering nonsense ideas. Those impersonations and exaggerated expressions when a myriad of personalities mix together comparing tough lives, and whoa-encounters. Those times when we break away from regimentation, uncaught. The standing up strong against loud, wisecrack commanders. Putting up- to be a better man. Fighting back- to gratify the ego. The lashing out at the stigmas of army administration- retarded by the inefficiency and inordinate overdoing. The gradual acceptance of our rejects. The harmonious relationships, and the high-morale mood of ORD.
The Self has been brought through immense weathering. Maturing. These invisible ties between us that we appreciate so much help keep us sane, keep us afloat. The consensual sense of gratitude left unspoken. And what a great relief it is to be able to have something to look forward to in what would otherwise be the dullest time of our lives.
This is THE time of our lives.
doodled
XD
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