shit happens.

shit happened.

2009-11-16T12:46:00.002+08:00

Well, Friday the 13th. Whaddya expect.
Lost my phone while on the way back from my medical apptment. No idea where it went to, but apparently it got switched off already by the time I found out. Damn.

And yesterday, due to some cockup, was supposed to buy a phone from this dude straight before I book in. It didn't happen, and so I'm in camp all lonely and naked without my phone. God.

I think I need a weekend job, but I can't see myself putting down my only fun days of the week for work. Though it's pretty much another chance at making new friends, meeting new people, making that little amount of extra income, it's hard sacrificing whatever more fun/sleep there already is for that. Oppurtunity cost, they say.

Urm, and SITEX is coming up. How'm I supposed to fork out money for my much needed handphone and my much desired itouch. Wants vs Needs.

I knew they were right when they said Economics is in our everyday lives.

Just another one of 'em moments.

2009-11-11T21:05:00.002+08:00

Everyone should have their own quiet moments,
with God or whatever they believe in, or just with their deepest selves.

Been long since I sat down and thought about stuffs. About life so far, life in the future, and whatsoever. Sometimes all these tend to have a more depressive mood, and boy, it just affects you.

But it's good to feel depressed once in a while, ain't it. I dunno, but I like feeling sad sometimes.

This feeling, is so nostalgic. And it ain't a good one. I'm afraid I'll suffer this very same fate that I've barely escaped not long ago. Hmm.

Songs bring about emotions. They evoke the strongest feelings people have deep down in their hearts. And songs like 'Stop Crying Your Heart Out' , 'Bittersweet Symphony' and whatsoever other sorta epic-stadiumy-setting-rock-with-wailing-guitar-solos-and-the-most-emotional-vocal-yells-kinda-songs don't help much when you're depressed. Haunting melancholic melodies that repeat themselves over and over in my head.

Either I have a split personality disorder, or that I'm messed up.

Bye.

A pretty face, but the chase ain't worth the prize.

2009-11-08T11:51:00.004+08:00

Soon-to-be-enlistees, do not be fooled when they say

'Aiya, NSF $400 enough to spend de lah everyday in camp only spend on what sia'

I can't even save $100 of my pay now every month. My bank account hovers around the brink of 4digits. Soon it'll just cut by half cus of some other indulgences.

But to think of it, it's gonna drop to ZERO by the end of this year. Unless 9013489023742 people dress up as Santa and just drown me with enough gifts to keep me happy for a while.

Such a MESSED/FCUKED/SCREWED up day.

2009-11-04T20:01:00.004+08:00

Totally screwed up today (sighs/laughs).

I went out on nights out, wanting to get the November issue of the Rolling Stones. I was on the phone, so I just grabbed a copy of it off the shelves without looking at the cover. Hmm when the cashier told me $19.50, I was shocked why the price increased by 1.5x. I didn't bother much, then went to NTUC to bet on the night's soccer match.

Went there, looked at the odds, decided 4 goals total was a fair enough buy, so i proceeded on to shade the tix. After submitting them the tix, I saw my receipt showing:

Exact Score, Liverpool 4 - 0 Lyon. Odds : $60.00, Payout $1'200.00

I jitao WTF. I actually shaded the wrong box -.-

Just wasted a cool $20. Z. As if Liverpool can beat Lyon 4-0. Ttly impossible even from the most faithful Liverpool fan.

So I reached back to camp, wanting to cool myself down. I sat down, opening up the $19.50 Rolling Stones. Front cover Jonas Brothers, I ew-ed. How come Rolling Stones show Jonas Brothers sia, I thoughtMadonna on the cover this week.

Flipped, still Jonas Brothers. I WTF-ed.

Flipped ALL THE WAY TILL THE END. ALL Jonas Brothers.

I Flipped back to the front cover

"Jonas Brothers. Special Collecter's Issue. LEARN ALL ABOUT THE JOBROS!"

WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF

I don't want no magazine all about the gay brothers. DAMMIT.

ANOTHER COOL $20 WASTED.

ARGH.

Well, at least the Cheese Steak I had from Subway tasted good, and the Cookies were well crisp and soggy enough, just right.

BUT AH. CAN'T BELIEVE I WASTED $40 JUST LIKE THAT.

IF ONLY LIVERPOOL CAN BEAT LYON 4-0, AND PLEASE TOTAL GOALS DON'T COME OUT 4. I'LL KILL MYSELF. COULD'VE WON $80.

(The above shows how stressful the environment in NS is. Factual recount #1)

Opening up to the world,

2009-10-24T00:22:00.002+08:00

Sometimes we are just too, urm, self-centred/ I dunno how to phrase it. But yah, we just stay in our comfort zones, not willing to venture out, not willing to try smth new. Okay maybe i don't mean not as in not. Not really willing.

Not giving others a chance. Label them as smth, and just stereotype. Easy mah, stereotyping. But we haven't even given them enough time to prove to us otherwise that they're not who we think they are. And as a result, we miss out on another chance at making friends with someone who could just be your lifelong friend. We first connect with people whom we are comfortable with, those who share common interests with us (of course). But most of the time it just stops there. Mm. Never go and try to talk to those who are poles apart from you. Okay lah not the norm, but most people. I think I'm one of 'em. I'm a goddamn stereotyper. And that's not good.

Hmm. Correct hor.

Anyways. Got alot of videos is those kind of ghost-pop-out-accompanied-by-screams on fb now. Seems like they made their way to fb alr. My 3rd scare already. And I cried at this 3rd one LOL. Too sleepy + tired eyes + too concentrated. Damn. Malu leh.

Poles apart.

2009-10-23T19:20:00.005+08:00

Sometimes, thinking too much just takes out the fun from everything.

Thinking about how this and that, that and this, what if this, that, this, him, her. Limits our choices and restricts our actions. No idea why but I can't seem to just do what I want to do.

Anyways bought my new bass. Another red one in fact. Bo bian ah, fetish for red basses.

Sounds as awesome as it looks.

Awesome song. Even better to play to. Just makes you sad and all. Even when you're playing out of tune

Love me, love me,

2009-10-17T12:29:00.003+08:00

Pretend that you love me.

Ey, 1 year passed already since last year (..?).

As in. I've always been aware of time, and been noticing that it's actually reaching the end of 2009 already. But when the Facebook photos come up of friends 1 year my junior celebrating their graduation day, and teachers uploading their always-hilarious graduation day videos,

you just stop and think; hmm. 1 year has passed.

In secondary school, you always think back how fun it was in primary school; till you grew attached to your secondary school.

Same goes for every phase, secondary school, JC, and perhaps even NS life.

At least now I'm enjoying my NS life, or so I think I am.

Anyways, a casual conversation in camp with a friend evoked a whole flurry of emotions. He was talking about how much he wanted to leave the country after NS, and settle down in Canada.

I questioned him, ain't there alot to lose if you leave Singapore, a country where all your friends, memories, family are?

'There's alot to lose yes, but there's much more to gain out there. The sky here's too small to do anything dood.'

I've seen and heard and know of many friends who are wanting to settle down overseas, perhaps just working there for a few years, or even migrating there. Come to think about it, it may be an alternative. Mm.

Anyways, I'm determined to bring my bassplaying to a further level already. Not gonna let it just collect dust on the stand.

mm. There's always this group of people in your life. Whom you can talk to once in a while, and yet able to sustain that close-friends-kind-of talk. On the other hand, you can just don't talk to them forever ever again and it doesn't matter as well.

Ooh, are we gonna make it?

2009-10-10T19:36:00.003+08:00

Hah. I'm a 6months soldier now(Not really, but just like 4days later). To think about it, it's kinda fast, but if you actually think about it carefully, it's quite slow, but again, thinking about it in other points of view make it rather fast.

So it's best not to think about it. I'm like an official clerk now, and okay lah, people's been pleased with my performance, people giving me privileges and all, just makes me feel better at least.

And now with things to keep me occupied during the long breaks here and there scattered throughout the day, it's beginning to make life here purposeful also. (Talking as if I just accepted some religion into my life, but nah C; )

My pay keeps on decreasing though, now that I'm a non-combat soldier, it just further decreases. Now I even have to take down my expenditure and make sure the money in mah bank is growing positively. If not after I ORD, shitzxz gonna happen when I got no money for lappy and stuff. And by stuff, they don't come cheap. hah

Thinking of selling my bass and topping up for another one, hah. But hmm. Dunno whether this money spent would be necessary. Argh.

It's only October and I'm already hoping Santa comes pay me a visit

Coincidences,

2009-10-05T00:41:00.003+08:00

coincidences

My grandma's new maid has always been talking about how me and her son look alike. The 1)height, the 2)build, and even about how our 3)raging hormones making their way to our faces.
Today when I was packing up my room(and my mom trying to shift the living room here and there), she came up to help.
She noticed my bass, and she suddenly talked about how her 4)son plays the bass also. My mom then said I always blast my music loud in my room, and how I stick to the computer the whole day, 5)so does her son. At this point she keeps on going on and on about how much I resemble her son, vice versa. As she continues smiling and talking about her son, here comes the epic win.

I share the same name as her son. Harris.

Haha, how many Harris' are there in the world who is (rather) tall and skinny, has some fked up acne problem, plays the bass and is some lifeless computer addict. Hmm. No joke eh, no joke.

Anyways talking about clearing up my room(den/mess/pit/sty), my uncle who's moving house has lots of unwanted furniture, so he's practically giving everything in his house away. I took his desk, which is like 10123403289x bigger than my old one, and 128319481423x nicer. Took one whole day just to rearrange and clean up and stuffs. And I'm having this wild idea of repainting my entire room in time to come, let's say December when I have a long break.

And Liverpool just suffered the 3rd loss of the season.

Like a burning fire,

2009-10-02T20:11:00.006+08:00

I keep fueling my flame with random stuffs. The fire burning, add in some random cotton wool, dry grass, coconut husk, paper, wood, cardboard;
and everything ends up in smoke. Smelly smoke.

I find it hard to concentrate on just one thing. Just one. Here I am, trying to do this and that, this and that,
and sometimes when the plans're all drawn up, they get crumpled and disposed of in a matter of minutes.

By random stuffs I mean;

1) I always wanted to be a journalist, but not really knowing how the job/career/w-ever works, so here I am reading up on it.

2) Sometimes, even the urge to take up photography. But stalling the plans to learn/buy a DXL camera till I'm really loaded, or smth like that. And combine that with 1) we get photojournalism!

3) I always wanted to improve on my bass-playing, and get a MusicMan Stingray. Too, plans of getting a bass worth a few grand stalled till when I'm really loaded, or smth like that. And to finally play at a gig. Hmm.

4) I have this fetish for the Spanish language, so I may try to take out some time to pick up the language, and converse with some hot spanish chicks with blue eyes and brown luscious locks dancing salsa.

5) And also, to pick up the guitar, and also drums.
Goddamit this is. not feasible

Seems like a good way to spend my time, but when I bookout, it's hard(really) to withstand the temptation of the computer I have longed for the past 5 days, so much so that I actually may spend up to 2 whole days at it. Equals next book-in day.

Argh. I always knew I'm good at alot of things, but time-planning and prioritising just ain't one of them(laughs). So here I am, with a long list of stuffs to do, but put aside when I'm home.

Okay how about in camp?
Well. I get people saying and keep picking on me, saying how studious and nerdzxz I am for just reading a book, what say me actually studying something. Hmm. Okay I can just ignore em, since I'm doing what I want. But ohwells. That's low self-esteem for you. People say smth negative about you and you stop doing whatever immediately.

And basically it's just sleeping to recover whatever brainjuices I lost, in place of the sweat and muscle fatigues I've been missing out. Clerks also get their fare share of exercises though, just that it's all in da mind.

Oh wells. My fire's still burning and producing some black smog now. Not productive, not productive. All I need now is something, to at least collect the heat generated, at least garnering some results and some use from the fire burning.

Even fire burning on the dancefloor is more useful than my fire ):

EDIT: I JUST FOUND MY NEW LOVE

I promise to depart, just promise one thing,

2009-09-19T17:05:00.002+08:00

Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.

Beautiful song with a beautiful prelude lol.

'Cause even when I dream of you,

2009-09-17T19:10:00.003+08:00

The sweetest dream would never do.
I'd still miss you babe.
(And I missed every fucking thing)
I don't understand why it came back.

Ohwells, seems like I've settled for this lowish NS life.
Hahaa at least I've been putting my spare time to use. In fact, I feel glad now that I'm posted here. All this spare time is really proving useful.

To read up on whatever choice I made, and still having enough time to make another decision on University applications;
Reading up on music theory, this time a proper one, so that I can utilise them properly when fondling my wifey;
Picking up Spanish so that I can watch Spanish streaming soccer when I cannot find any English streams(a joke, really);

Anyways, finally get 2230 book-ins and 1730 book-outs. It's pretty jolly, and I have no need to rush home by cab anymore. Uber costly.

And here I am,

2009-09-11T14:36:00.001+08:00

posted officially to 30SCE/HQ, out of Alpha.

Yknow the feeling you get when you spend a good 3 months with this bunch of people,
whom you may think are just a bunch of real suckers at the start,
but slowly realising how cool they really are,
and how they might actually be your future bestest buds,
and how you want to spend more time together with them 'cus you can feel that he's gna be the next person you can call brutha.

And suddenly it all just ends there. You get separated out, all alone, seeing how they are able to continue their journey together as a bunch of bros. While you, are just alone now, having to restart everything, meeting new people,
and trying to develop that feeling all over again.

I hated it when we got separated from my first 3 months class. And now again.

HQ, has its (little bit of)benefits though.

A typical HQ schedule :
0630 Wake-up
0700 Breakfast
0700-0930 Sleep
0930-1130 Office
1130-1330 Lunch + Sleep
1330-1700 Office
1700-0630(next day) SLEEP

Everyone here is NUA.
Okay I get to book out early,
I get lots of free time,
I get lots of privileges now(PSP, charger, iPod, civilian book-in, 1700 book out, 2230 book-ins),
but so what if I'm doing all these alone.

Over at alpha, whenever I see them chiongsua, and afterwards bitching about how their day went, how this this this sergeant kaopeh kaopeh, I get so jealous. and nostalgic. and sad, in fact.

Over here there's no chiongsua, no sergeant, no nothing.
Nothing to talk about.

"and since you got so much time on your hands, and complaining about how you have no friends over here, why not just spend the time making new friends?"

Yeah right, try doing so when >half of the people are stay out due to either some fcked up reason or some chaokeng reason. the other half are some no-lifers who glue their eyes to their PSPs like there's no other meaning to life.
I really do not want to see myself slowly turning into those kind of people in another 17months.
They say NS changes boys to men.
They say you find your bestest buds in NS.
When you're not doing admin stuffs like these.
I see no evidence of that change happening here. In this place. Where no evolution of boys to men are noticed. Where no brotherhood is formed. Where no bunch of men have fun, going through thick and thin together.

Even today went I had an off pass to go out for an appointment.
Whenever my doct asks me whether I want an MC for the day, I would reply no almost immediately.
Why get an MC and risk all the RT shit when it's kinda awesome spending time in camp, talking cock with your bestest buds of the moment?
Like the other day brandon told me;

'whenever i go for an appointment i also would come back rather early. cus its boring all alone outside, and it's cool spending time with you guys anyway. at least i dont feel so empty and lost'

oh wells, I took an MC for today, and I said a YES almost immediately when my doct asked that golden question.
It's totally meaningless in camp nowadays.
Or maybe I just need to adjust. Fast.

Oh fuck. Seriously.

Anberlin

2009-09-06T02:09:00.004+08:00

Guess I missed them.
Thought baybeats was this week instead of last.
ohwells.

I guess nobody knows/

2009-09-05T14:16:00.000+08:00

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
I's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Open your eyes and look outside, find a reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh

She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah

Like I mentioned,
quiet times alone -> thoughts gushing through mind -> too much thoughts flipping through -> emo.

I'm totally sure shit happens.

2009-09-04T22:37:00.001+08:00

Bookout today wasn't smooth as expected.
During area cleaning I acidentally cut my fingers on the fan. Now all's left working on my left hand is my thumb and little pinky. Just when I told I could come home and play some bass, I can't now. I thought I could come back and play some dota, I can't now. I thought I could come back and shoot some ass in FallOut, I can't now. ):

And I cabbed home alone today, and well done, PIE traffic jam. Took some time to exit from PIE asap, and uncle took a detour to AYE->ECP. He charged me $25 only though, instead of the $32.60 on the meter, saying how it's partially his fault for not turning on the radio and listening to the traffic watch. Very nice uncle I see, and really grateful.

Anyways, another week flew/crawled past like that. Sometimes it's pretty fast, sometimes it's just pretty much at snail's pace. Still not able to find out whether I'm downgraded already, due the countless human/technical errors I've been meeting along this path towards enlightenment. LOL
I don't give a hoot about how people think about me now anyways. I've been given an Excuse prolonged exposure to sunlight status by my specialist, but what I used to do was to stay in the hot sun anyways, and until the sergeant tells me to proceed to she shelter, Ill then (sometimes) move to the shade, most of the time I'll just tell him it's alright and I'll just stay in the sun since everyone else was doing it. Partially it was because I was afraid how people will label me as a chaokeng, even sunlight also wanna avoid.
Now, I've thought through it anyways. I deserve that status, I'm on medication, and it's my own health issue. Why should I care about how people think, how people label me. To hell with those black pots, trying to paint me black.

Suede - Down

2009-08-30T12:13:00.000+08:00

All the people in your life say you're down
And the strangers in the night say you're down
And the loonies on the right say you're down and you're down
And the ambulances sigh that you're down
And the traffic speeding by says you're down
And the people in your life say you're down and you're down
Hey you chase the day away
Hey you draw the blinds and blow your mind away
And there's a sadness in your style
And there's a blankness in your smile
And the people in the park say you're down
And the strangers in the dark say you're down
And the pissheads in the bars say you're down
And the audiences cry that you're down
And the ambulances sigh that you're down
And the boyfriends in your life say
you're down and you're down
Hey you chase the day away
Hey you draw the blinds and blow your mind away
And there's a sadness in your style
And there's a blankness in your smile
Hey you chase the day away
Hey you draw the blinds and blow your mind away
And there's a sadness in your style
And there's a madness in your smile

Look at the stars,

2009-08-30T03:23:00.001+08:00

look how they shine for you.

Seriously, it's been an exciting BPL so far. But the match just now just further confirmed my very own belief,

MANUTD IS DOG LUCKY. VERY VERY DOG LUCKY.

PENALTY, OWN GOAL, WTHECK.
Arsenal not getting the fouls, penalties they deserve, and totally unlucky to get that OFFSIDE on the very very last shot of the game.

Liverpool won though, :D , but very lucky as well.
NOT AS DOGLUCKY AS MANUTD.

Anyways, the sjab outing today was..
indescribable.
4 people only, we went all the way to marina barrage to..
PLAY BRIDGE. for an hour and a half and left.
LOL I thought it would be some woohabinbingbangbang 30+ 40+ people outing. But ohgawd was it pathetic. Mmm.
Anyways celebrated(kindof) kg's bday today. We weren't the main point/present for him anyways, as everyone could see. But I got free Ben&Jerry's so I'll shut up right here. hah.

Then we went over to CHIJMES to watch pool's match, and that OTHER match. and cabbbbed home.

Wee. Book-in timing now change to NINE PM. Got a wee little more time now.

2009-08-29T00:27:00.002+08:00

This's what I call a BEAUTY.
I want it.

Long long times spent in camp. Felt like a very long, exhausting, tiring week. In truth, it was long-er, exhausting-er, tiring-er.

Anyways I concluded. I sign downPES form liao, there's no turning back already lah hor anyway. Accept the fact, get a down pes, get some boring 2 year job but won't affect my condition too much. Just get it over and done with. Not the best of mentalities, but no choice lah hor. lan lan suck thumb.

Been long since I met up with people I haven't met up with in a long time. (Duh sentence) But yah, that's how it is lol.

And the premierleague results is making me depressed. Seriously, seriously.

And I got like a whole long list of movies I want to watch. Up(I haven't watch ):), Bruno (Oh yes.), Final Destination, The Last House On The Left(Please. I want to watch), Hangover, The Proposal!( Sandra Bullock!)

But I got no time.

All in all,

2009-08-23T14:02:00.000+08:00

and I'm loving every rise and fall.

There was one day I spent the whole morning sitting in bunk alone, from like 7am to 2pm, all goddamn alone. Cus I ain't spposed to draw my rifle so I didn't had to go for the IMT shoot.(whatever the reason, not impt).

Like always, when you just sit down there, all alone, thoughts flow through your head. Acty they don't just flow, they fking gush through. So fast, you have to build that mental dam in between to stop and think about whatever just went through just now. And more often than not it's always the depressing and negative thoughts that get the bigger chunks of attention.
After some time, you would just say okay, this is it, (insert problem and solution here), and think that okay, this would definitely work out, and everything would turn out better.
But hah, ohwell, past experience has shown that in that semi-depressed state, one's body, mind and soul are 3 different embodiments and our decisions are more often than not totally cui lol.
and I realised that fact again now.

Anyways, it's pretty much depressing that I would not be able to continue chiongsua with this platoon/company. Ironic ain't it, when I was just complaining about the opposite 2months back when I first posted here.
People always talk about it as the once in a lifetime experience,
Close friendships would be formed,
Just when I finally get enlightened by this platoonmate of mine,
about how we're posted here and there's nothing we can do about it but do our best,
every day talkcock and just make each other laugh, make it a better place to be in,
nullify the suffering during training by telling yourself it's gonna make you harderbetterfasterstronger.
But awman physical limitations' preventing me from achieving all these.
I doubt I'm gonna achieve anything as some clerk rofls.
And no army stories to tell my children next time.
And definitely no sense of achievement at the end of 2 years.

I guess I'm turning elsewhere to look for satisfaction then.

the above just illustrates how fast thoughts gush through one's mind. soon after i'll realise what i typed it all crap, and press the Edit Post button and delete most of the shit here.

Only have 12 hours of bookout today. Even the most optimistic person would still feel a tad frustrated and pissed at this, I'm sure.

Demolitions live firing tomorrow, excited about blowing shit up.

I could have lied, I'm such a fool

2009-08-16T12:12:00.000+08:00

My eyes could never never never keep their cool.

I am one weak bastard,
both mentally and physically.
And if nothing changes, I'm just gonna be the same old fcked up harris.
Buckup little prick.

Booking in today, booking out next Sunday morning, and returning back to camp that same Sunday evening.
Sucks.

Some people ask me wtf I chose the bass, over the guitar.
'Guitar is so much cooler what'
'Guitar can hit on girls ma, strum acoustic under the stars'
'Guitar can have crazy assfrolicking solos, bass go dangdangdang only'
Most of the time I just ignore them. Ignorant brats lol.

Ohwells,

Why do you look when you've already found it?

2009-08-15T03:40:00.001+08:00

What did you find that could leave you walking by?

Just when one looks back and keeps prodding over how immature he was in the past and regretting his mistakes,
he has absolutely no idea how immature he is too, by fretting over the past.
Life sucks, just move along.

Meetups finally. Realised haven't seen wei or cf for >a month now. KG too, but he's still missing. Meet up soon or I'll most probably forget about your existence.

Today marks my 4th month in army!
How fast(not).
18 more months to go. LOL

What do you see?

2009-08-10T16:12:00.001+08:00

tired people, flattened boxes, sugar butter rolls, bread, red ndp tshirts, naggy aunties, camera flashes, containers, tables and benches, metal detectors, mercedes benz, chevies, crabs, mp rps, water points, green saf bottles, penknives, halls breezers, khong guan biscuits, biscuit wrappings, barricades, shagged out mind body soul.

Sums up NDP. NDP phase's over now. CEC starting soon. And as defined by my platoon sgt,

During training, there will be NO free time, NO welfare, and LOTS of physical training

God save us.

I know you cut me loose in contradiction, I know I'm all wrapped up in sweet attrition

2009-08-02T13:26:00.002+08:00

7days AttendC over just like that, ohman. But nothing much to complain about either, since I couldn't leave my house. Totally pasted my face on the monitor screen over 7 days, be it fb, playing some lame streetfighter, or skyping with liptat 24/7.
But seriously, 7days is rather fast when spent as a damned CIVILIAN

-nyo says (1:30 PM):
*so fast? i tot 7 days
harris. says (1:30 PM):
*7days is over bitach
-nyo says (1:30 PM):
*LOL
harris. says (1:30 PM):
*biatch
-nyo says (1:30 PM):
*thats f-ing fast.
harris. says (1:30 PM):
*yep
*totally different when im inside

Recently I've been dreaming alot. Good, bad, lame, funny. But all like same theme leh. How.
Sucks to be me,

It's August,

2009-08-01T00:00:00.000+08:00

July went by rather quickly, no idea why lols. Every year, July gives the vaguest impressions, the least activities, and all. July seems pretty much redundant though, haha.

Still on AttC, still bored, still doing nothing much;
still surfing youtube,
still playing my bass,
still playing with lip from morning till morning, and morning, and morning.