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[KatsuCurryDon Says Hiatus OVER!]
[Spiced Up The Bowl on Friday, August 13, 2010 @ 11:45 PM]
Finally the parade was over. 13 weeks of training. Stretched over close to 4 freaking months. Standing in the scorching sun thinking why your Saturdays are being burnt like this. All this had finally paid off during the NDP. Good and Bad responses. But no matter what's being said, we did our best and I believe we stood proud and were so very damn patriotic at least for that very moment on the Padang. Neither did the spirit died curing city march given the mental and physical stress. Timers sang till their voices break, everyone tried their best to keep in steps straining to hear the drum sounds over from across god knows how far. All the burns weekends or skin. Its over. I enjoyed myself over the period. Even though it was tiring. It was once in a lifetime experience. But if I'm to do the next one. I'll surely be wearing No.1 uniform. Being the "Kawalan Kehormatan" contingent. Counting down days, its been also 4 months in Air Force. I liked life so far. People were fine. You'll just have to accept the differences people have. Jokes everywhere, about me about everyone. The life accepting shit we went through. Its just can't be describe using mere words alone. Its so very different from the jungles and grass we seen in Tekong (Obviously). The world is so very small. The things you say and people hear. The news spreads. Eventually whatever fuck you said about someone. They'll know. I'm not blaming you for it. For I heard only from one story. There are unlimited possibilities to the reason why you "back-stabbed" me when knowledge from each other were merely names. I choose to believe whatever reason you had, its good. But trust me, you'll eat your own words someday. No matter whether you "wake up" that day or not I don't care. But lets believe in something called "karma". It was a mistake trying. And I will not make the same mistakes again. Its no use comparing. I'm just not like that. Just lost of words. Having much to say yet nothing seems to be chronological nor logical. Sometimes, things are just meant to be kept. Things I did, you never knew. I hope you never do. Cause when you know, you will feel so damn guilty that you never cherished what you had. When my last breathe is gone, and the very thing you got accustomed to is not there anymore. Do not regret. Don't take things for granted. |
