....what really matters in life....



Don't think we all think about that too often.

Or else we'll be really really rational or emotionless.

Then dreams become useless.

Then nothing would matter.


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Walk With Me.

Walk with me.
Take a simple walk.
A walk where there's just you and me.

Walk with me.
Take a walk by my side.
A walk where we'll know things are still right.

Walk with me.
Take a closer walk.
A walk where we don't care where we'll be.

Walk with me.
Take a walk down wherever we want.
A walk that'll seem always special, anytime anywhere.

Walk with me.
Take a silent walk.
A walk that'll seem we've spoken heart to heart.

Walk with me.
Take a walk with your hand in mine.
A walk where we'll part, but never apart.


Walk with me.Please walk with me again.

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And so it is.


Back from stay in. It's not a bad idea, considering I wake up at least an hour later in camp than when I stay at home. The only bad thing is that I don't get to game. I can only entertain myself with Sudoku, or copy art-ting.


Found a few new links, i.e. new blogs, so check out the links.


Still not feeling too up and high this week, but hey, I'm living each day as it is. Don't think I'll waste today on tomorrow, cos tomorrow may never be what today said it could be.

Anyway, did I mention I got a TV in my room? It's small, workable... but most importantly, IT DOES NOT SUPPORT MY XBOX 360! Nuts. The graphics end up colourless, which kinda sucks to the core. So, I'm thinking of getting either a second hand PS one( the mini PS) or a PS2, even though not much people are playing that anymore. But hey, I don't care. There's MGS2 and 3 on it, that's reason enough.

Mundanity aside, maybe life should have a little moment for playback. Sometimes I just wish there's time allocated for us to sit down and watch events go by slowly and savour the moment, instead of letting things go pass like how it always has been. I mean, time's the worst idea that life has thrust upon us.

Time makes us old, makes us wait, makes us hurry, makes us bored. And like those toilet writings pasted on the doors of the cubicles at the whitehouse goes, "lost time is never found".

Unfair.

I want my time back, all those wasted by nonsensical blabberings and naggings.


Lastly, 2 pictures to end of the post. Not related though. Just something I found. Heh.





It's not everyday I see my name somewhere else besides my name tag.


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See the picture over there? Yup the big ass one of my face.

I do not, look like that anymore.

Blah.

I don't think taking half nude photos of myself is appropriate, but anyway, if you could see, there's a very obvious tanline from the teeshirt I wore.

And that was cos of the BMT parade that I went to play for today.

Got a feeling parades'll get worse and more "shiong".

Joseph said that being a good player doesn't come by just wanting it. You have to do something about it. I guess I've been doing the wrong somethings then.

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Must there always be someone at fault when there's a conflict?

I say yes.

It only makes one feel better to know that there was something that attributed to the consequence.

I'd gladly be that someone if everything'll be fine again.


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I hate to blog about unhappy stuff, cos I will really feel stupid after I get over the thing.

And I don't like to read or see myself sad, cos it'll seem that I'm asking for pity.

But at times, when you feel that all's going wrong, you just need someone to listen to you.

It's true, I am feeling low. I shan't deny that fact.

This week hasn't been a great week.

Posting to where I am is fine, nothing blog-worthy, and everything thing else about it is too dangerous to say.

Then my playing is going down the drain, and I have second thoughts about playing for alumni. I know I'm the only one left from my section, but that makes it worse. Maybe they'll do better without lousy players.

Really, what use is commitment if you're just like near below average, or "limited by ability"? This issue has bugged me for a long long while, I've almost gotten over it, but it keeps resurfacing from time to time.

I really really feel that my 6 -7 years as a band member has amounted to nearly nothing. I've given alot alot alot, maybe not as much as some others but deft more than alot others too, but I'm still nothing. I wonder why I gave so much?

Blah.

Yeah I guess I am jealous.

I'm starting stay in next week, but at least I'm allowed to leave camp but have to be back by 2359. Better than nothing I guess, though there's parade back at Tekong on Mon. The way I'm feeling now, I don't think I'll last through the parades, there's too much going on in my mind.

Sigh.

I keep telling myself to consider myself lucky for alot of things, such as a great family and great friends for all the things I'm lacking, but somehow I'm not convinced all the time. Cos the others have the same friends as I do, and I'm not hearing of any family problems too.

There's more for me to say, but I don't want to say anything that I'll regret.

But I'm still waiting. I've seen rianbows after storms. There might be one after this.


At this rate, I'm not suprised if I turn homo. Hell, I'm with guys 24/7, going to sleep and eat and do nearly every other thing with guys. Sometimes I just want to sit and think, then cry for no reason like how girls do. They always feel better after that.

So why can't I.


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