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2 kids, a bunny and a pinball machine

realisations can be very,very scary. especially the thought that complication began so far back that its astounding i was so short-sighted to it. then again, what’s new?

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liquid tension..

so am superbly worn and its only wednesday.. 2 more days to go and im starting to wonder how im gonna survive.. training and mugging are really crappy things to do la.. i guess in uni it’d be the opposite of it all.. u study most of the time and u force yerself to train up so u dont become all fat an gooey,which for me holds a very high probability of happening… and at this juncture wat better way to soothe one’s soul than through awesome music.. currently watching liquid tension experiment’s 10th year anniversary.. i swear its awesome shit… u dont really know how good they are till u see them play.. heh.. having a guitar for 6 years and i knw shit about playing it..

watched detroit metal city the movie last night and it was kinda lame/hilarious.. and i was squealing like a pussy in the damn bunk la.. wtf.. my bunk mates thought i went senile.. but its been a long while since i had such a laugh..

open the kitchen door!

me is hungry.. and all the other things
i can never let go

why we are not glory chasers

i guess we run on faith

im not sure why im blogging so early in the morning with everyone else sleeping and the pockets of light illuminating the darkness in the light where everyone enjoys some aount of personal space via their laptops. SOC later and im seriously not looking forward to it, but as we say here, it will end. it all ways end. yet we forget that we never know how it will end. Do u know?

Another knife in my hands, A stain that never comes off, the sheets,

so now.. tell me..

i guess the so-called worst day of term one is over, that is heat and humidity.. but i really think BAPT was way worse.. fasting month coming up and i guess thats just gonna make things alot more complicated.

so stab me for just that five seconds worth and i’ll repay in kind

pink flowers on fire

just let them burn

With operation dare in motion, i can now enjoy the benefits of blogging from the top of my double decker bed in camp. Looking at everyone else practising their rope skills, reading, going for runs and the few that put body maintanence above all else, im not sure why im just lazing around blogging and doing mundane tasks such as music mixing. it’s not that i dont have the passion for the job, but i dont seems to like the idea that my 24/7 is devoted to a particular cause alone. also, with an awesome headache knocking its way into my very fragile brain, i should be getting some rest. Typing in this space seems all the more pointless for no one reads this space. Then again, the cruel irony is that blogging has been very theraupeutic to me so i guess im sticking to it although the pleasures of slashing do come to mind once in awhile. i feel at ease typing these thoughts due to the above mentioned reasons.

i feel like ranting on the point of how certain thoughts seems to pop up as unexpectedly as a very bad migraine. It really is frustrating to carry on work like that. plus, it doesnt help that sometimes just because going the extra mile doesnt seem so appealing, a label is placed onto. its pretty much a bad excuse to use teenage angst to justify my current thoughts as i being the trip into the big 2-0( already am according to the Muslim lunar calender) but then again, its the most convenient one which i can come up with at this juncture.

and so the lights have just gone out in the bunk but pockets of light pepper the darkness as everyone is doing their own thing in the dark with their many digital devices and mine being the brightest since i cant stand to use the hp to surf the net. heh, and how apt that the wondergirls song started playing. i should concentrate on my fire fighting i suppose. well, i suppose its goodnight then once again. sigh