Lover's tryst. . .i wish. . .

so lets meet at our mouths for a kiss thats been so long overdue. . . .

I'll be as random as i can ever be. . .

Well lately i've been feeling rather emo and surprisingly it has nothing to do with the army. . .
But the thought of bookin jst really kills me and yea its gna materialise in slightly over and hour! Balls. Yet this thorn in my side isnt enough to make me wanna cut my wrist and black my eyes!
okay so perhaps army does contribute abit to that 'shitty-anal-retentive-dont-piss-me-off' kinda feel. Currently i feel more alone than ever, '2 years of our time, once in our lives'. Thats just enough to make one's social life to go right down the monsoon drain and into a bottle of NEWater. . .

i miss school.
i miss home.
i miss my life.
i miss my friends.
i cant bloody wait to get back to studying even though i'll be griping and whining my guts out once im in it. But hell it sure beats manning radio and getting my bollocks fried. . .

So i guess this is where i lie for the next 19 months, a lonely old young boy with not much of a social life yearning for some lovin and hugs. . .
ahaha no kidding!

say the least im lost without you,
say the most im just confused
say the words i've been dying to tell you.
posed with this in mind, whats there to lose?

if i wasnt on my way, would you run to me?
SilentPoint

So its been a month since i POP-ed and its been slightly over 4 months since i last blogged. So much for 'alright i'll blog once i book out'. . . just a lil over 20months to ord i cant wait! or maybe i can, no wait im forced to wait. Well lets see, im still an awful bit sore since my freedom has been taken away from me ever since then theres jst nothing to look forward to. Perhaps Book Out but then again the joy is shortlived as its killed instantly with Book In!Nonethless ive learnt quite a few things, i mean they do say an army changes a boy into a man. Well in my case i would like to think im still boy but a changed one. I've learnt to appreciate my free time more and my loved ones and ive become very very very dependent on the ONE above. And as well as the art of sucking my thumb, although ive stopped that horrid habit many years ago, well i shall not digress further on that. Hmmm, thumb suckin, its a skill you learnt automatically, its oso known as LAN LAN. The frequency of thumb suckin would depend on the number of stripes or crabs one has. The least of these=The shorter ur thumb(theoratically).For my case then, my thumb shld be gone in 20months time! Pfft im glad for AXA!So anyway im a signaller, or rather signaller to be. In simpler terms im an infantryman with a very very important radio on my back. At least when i get shot in the back i wouldnt feel pain, death would come instantly with my radio batteries exploding violently....ideally it shld all turn out like that. Ah yes ive also learnt to think of the worse case scenario, i mean im in the business of death and destruction, wat the bloody hell could be worse?!


So hes a 'hello', and shes 'goodbye'.
or maybe just forget about goodbye, he never gets to say it.
They could never work out, would they ever?
The saddest boy. The happiest girl. Dont opposites attract. . .
he'll lick his wounds and peel his scabs, but she unknowingly continues to stab.
with pleasure and only for her leisure hes there until her heart stops. . .whats a boy to say to a girl like that. . .