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Friday, November 27, 2009

chase by dogs- REFLECTION

I was chase by dog LA . . .

That was 3 days ago when i stepped into camp.
1 dog apparently run out from nowhere and started barking; walking steadily towards me; gritting it teeth, wagging its tail. I have Russell at home and I immediately notice the pattern (they are just putting up a brave front). A second dog appeared and started the barking too.

With my character I’ll just walk towards them, chasing them away by swinging the plastic bag I’m holding. . But my instinct acted otherwise-To back off slowly.

I walked back slowly with caution, but the dog just didn’t back off. I WAS PISSED!
I just dashed towards them, shouting and they like ran away. I still chose to detour back to my unit though. . .

Well anyway from this incidence. . .

I learn that we people put up a brave front at times, a brick sought of, to protect /conceal the weaker inner self.

There will be someone to break the wall, embrace that weakness.
One just has to wait. . .
Kai
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Thursday, October 29, 2009

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I served my first guard duty last night as Guard 3. In my mind, “open, close, open, close, close, open, open” runs rhythmically. “ “11B, HP, TEMP PASS please”.

My finger kept drawing out shape of rectangle to indicate driver showing me their temp pass before the gate is opened for them. Repetition of all these into the wee hours is really sapping my energy la. Lime juice, choc, green tea, honeysuckle tea accompany me through the night! =D

The something happens . . . the CSM caught me opening the gate before checking the temp pass, and he is at the passenger seat. He stepped out of the car and screwed me upside down; totally flat. “So my guard brief this morning went to waste is it? You want sign 7 or 14, you tell me?”

Speechless me. . . my name was taken down. I don’t know what’s the judgement will be, now that im at home clearing leave and off tomorrow. Finger cross.

And now i going to confess something really TU_PID, minutes before guard duty. I’d draws the arm earlier and locked it in the spare cupboard in my bunk. 1720, i went back to bunk and decided to take the rifle down to report @ 1730. Popping the key in, i twist and turn and was surprised that the lock could not be open. As i was holding 3 other set of keys, i tried each of them but to no avail. Surprised turned to panic, panic turns to “cannot think”, i twist key till its nearly bend. 1730! I decided to break open the cupboard. Called up my fren and we break the cupboard open.

“SHYT” is someone else cupboard. Turn to my right, there’s another cupboard. Almost immediately i realize i had left the arm in that cupboard. This time round the key went in smoothly and the cupboard was opened revealing my arm.
“DOTX_DORK”?

Kai
Takre care
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and they removed
YUI's PV!!



T__T

Monday, September 28, 2009

everyone needs a superman, and be a superman himself

That was weeks back when I was at Alexandra Hospital going through my fortnightly physiotherapy. I saw this Indian guy, probably a foreigner with an arm bandage taking out his wallet to make payment. I saw 3 little girls, his daughters I presumed, and a family photo, all in heart shape, the moment his wallet was flipped opened.

“$100”, the cashier demanded.

“I don’t have money, mdm”

“$10, do you have $10?”

I walked away without witnessing what next? Didn’t he suppose to be covered by his company? I wondered. Guess many a time we human “take advantage on ignorant people”. . .I just prayed that thing goes well for him.

Anyway . .. .

Just last week, i was down with fever. Those who know me well will know my no-medication policy; someone who is an advocate believer of letting the body to heal itself. That night, my fever went up to 38, i believed. Refusing to take panadol, i went asleep. Obviously, i hadn’t had a good rest. I was tossing round the bed, waking up timely at 1hr interval. The next day chiong work, i was a zombine, fever subsided but almost immediately resurface randomly. So the week was cleared with random headaches throughout the day. I am totally BREAKDOWN!


So I was given 2 days off, i took 1 and rewind myself and came to realize something
“we are human after all, we’ll fall sick and fell down, and rest is needed to go a longer distance”



“forcing a sick body to work is relatively equal to underproductive work”

GAMBAETTTE KAI!!!


Kai
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Sunday, September 13, 2009

Influence

Read last week news about the join-suicide-attempt of a group of boys; of which 2 ended their life sadly. Apparently, the group was influence by this guy who claimed or so he said that “they’d to sacrifice their life as a tribute to be slayer t o save mankind from destruction”.

His intention was sure kind/innocent enough, “to save the mankind”; regrettably no one was there to stop/prevent this strategy. The paper mentioned he came from a Taoist family and his grandma sought of influence him in his thinking (if I’d remembered the news correctly).



Anyway, what I’m trying to drive across here is how child’s minds are so easily influence, if not being manipulated. I remembered back in primary school, I had this friend of mine who also claimed that he can summon some supernatural things to “protect” him, or fire some “fireball” by doing some stance, which is invisible to naked to eye of course. Some of my pals and I were fascinated by it and beginning to believe in it. We even meet up after school and have some “ritual”, of which we sit in circle and chat something. Believe that I possessed the “fireball” power, I even “blast” it at my brother when we had a quarrel or something and saying things like “This will make you suay, or bad luck “He did the same back? I can’t really remember how the practice/ritual ceased though.


In e end the 2 jumped; seeing no slayers being reborn, the rest was reluctance to jump
out the window.


Kai
Takre care
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Saturday, August 29, 2009

sad need some one to console

Sunday, July 19, 2009

i saw myself . . ..

I was again sitting down, enjoying the view, not on the same bench when I saw this girl in green, prob 16 yrs of age with bag-pack walking pass me towards the coastline. . .


I was totally lost amidst the tides, when out randomly one figure walk pass . . . so it only natural for me to eye where she walking towards, curious as usual . . .



There she sits down, legs tugged in, gazing toward the horizon, probably lost in thoughts too. . .


Kai
Takre care
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Saturday, July 18, 2009

hope it Last . .

Cont from last night typing. . .


Bump into the bush, and i see all green; luckily able to balance myself before really plunging into the lush.

Yup the first thing when I got back home from camp is prepare the gears for roller blade-ing!!! By the time i reached the park connectors that linked SAJC areas all the way to Bishan, was already 8pm la (tummy already growling). I’d this overly ambitious to blade all the way to Bsihan Park, the route which I once took on 2 wheels. . .

Flashback on those days, when I used to cycle on weekends to East Coast Park (which till now, still so proud of myself able to cycle there from home w/o prior plans, like just whack like that), to Bishan Park (late at night), to Esplanade (late at night too, with ahem observing ‘people’. . . till that day some IDIOT stunt my bicycle. %%@#%^%$ still darn pissed off!

Well as i was saying, when i skate to 1 junction separate by traffic light, upslope, i was like ‘Oh no, maybe not and decide just skate to and fro ba, for now"ZZZ
Somehow, the blading was not nor as smooth as last week; maybe is the new skate, maybe I’m too hungry or most probably too impatient, always want to rush things. ..

And so today i’d only type the tittle ‘Cont from last night typing. . . “

LAME%@#%#$%

Kai
Takre care
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just catch transformers 2007 this morning, and felt that the Army Ranger Captain William Lennox actually had stole the limelight then Sam Witwicky, a preferred hero then Sam i thought. . .


this baby look cool isnt it?


this song really touch me, bout seperation . ..



Just one last dance - Sarah Conor