sale. go go go.

Peace

im watching over there the series. some stories of an attachment of soldiers in war torn iraq. i thought of an action flick throughout but guess i got it wrong. its more of elaboration on the emotions and experience of the soldiers there, and effects of family members and loved ones whos back home. quite interesting. yep. and it was aired on local channel 5, i think i missed it during bmt. but hey thanks to the internet mayune im watching it full steam.

so the hot season is here. half-full water bottle drink up.

miss you again. and again. and again.

Peace

meet one of my girlfriends. macam paham.

Peace

how about standing in front and looking up to an auditorium of adults. and start talking.

oh noes.

Peace

i hate pride. the word is full of ego. whenever pride comes along, complacency will take place with arrogance and such. the thing i yearn only for is respect. do respect others and others will fully respect you, a common phrase which is easy to be blurt out but to put into practice is far off in the south china sea(implicit army content, i know im too much). so now the scenario of a bunch of senior generation looking up to you for a well-groomed young trainer to train them efficiently and effectively and make their stay worthwhile is hanging back on my ever worried mind. how am i going to earn their respect?

uncle got daughters? i like jc ones. hehhe(oops. sorry sweet).

MM Lee went straight to the point. i should do that sometimes.

i find it quite disturbing in public transport to see people half-seating their seats to let the heat of the previous commuter dissipate before having their butt comfortably seating on it. come on dude, i think it shows some what of moral values you have. i dont know about you, but i find it disgusting too. plus, the morning rush hour, where people will block the train door preventing the passengers from the inside; having them to struggle and push their way out. wei, people have been ranting about this across the island. wheres the basic man. irritating know, before i take out my epaulette and slap one by one. but i wont. i learnt values.

can i volunteer for humanitarian aid. please. can the army send me there to places who needs help the most. make my ns worthwhile. im with arms wide open. pretty please.

i like to flirt. with you. only you. can?

Peace

i love the army. what a good way to start a sentence. tell me how to work with older people thats literally older and wiser than you. nevermind.

yeay the school holidays has ended and now my trip to camp will be an exciting one. hello miss! huhu. im an old crap already.

nothing much for today i just stared at the ceiling for quite some days now. im still dreaming about gita gutawa. and i just realised shes so young.

Peace

i just realised the night markets also better known as pasar malam. pessar melam (as my filipino friend would pronounce it), is becoming dull for the neighbourhood, only for the frequent long queues for the ramly burger. which is interestingly quite entertaining to see the pros wrapping the tenderlicious chicken patty with egg and end it efficiently with the bun, serving to customers for 2 dollars each. which makes you want more. anyway back to the topic of the decreasing interests. they should have make the night much more interesting like the one i had in taiwan. with neon lights and stuffs like that. the way i looked at it in my hometown was so boring. i guess it was the fluroscent. it didnt arouse the 'feeling'. why am i even discussing about this.

im missing mom already. thats why the upset face. kung fu panda!

20 years down the road, read your history book kids. theyre in it.

Peace