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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|11:24 pm] |
Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so i can see
Shine your light when you're gone
Give me the strength to carry on
Carry on
So its been some time.
Clementi Fire Station is the bomb. Fantastic people and attended great calls that will leave an impression forever; just a lil far though.
Though this period of time is getting really boring with many off days burnt, ill just wait for this period to pass and things should return back to normal.
I need a call tomorrow 2 duties straight with no call is awfully sad.
The cry of the city like a siren's song
Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long
Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky
Must be someone's soul passing by
boy am i bad at blogging. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2007|04:34 pm] |
Well just as i got all settled in to the fire station, actually responding to calls.
I have to my self back in to camp.
3 more months of training, to become an officer.
I am not really looking forward to it,
though many who know seem to think its a big thing.
I guess i am not really an honour and pride person.
Weekend guard duties, jogging from place to place,polishing boots, crap.
worst of all. there is a smaller chance i will get to fight fire,
what if i end up taking care of recruits? |
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[Oct. 1st, 2007|02:36 pm] |
When choosing the path to follow, I selected the road heading west.
It began in the Forest of Childhood, and ceased at the City of Success.
My bag was packed full of knowledge, but also some fears and some weights.
My most precious carge was a vision of entering the city's bright gates.
I reached an impassable river, and feared that my dream had been lost.
But i found a sharp rock, cut down a tree, and created a bridge, which i crossed.
It started to rain, and I was so cold, I shivered and started to doubt.
But i made an umbrella cut of some leaves and kept all the cold water out.
The journey took longer than I had planned; I had no food left in my dish.
Rather than starve before reaching my dream i taught myself how to fish.
I grew awfully tired as i walked on and on, and i thought f the weights in my
pack.
I tossed them aside, and i sped up again. Fear was all that was holding me back.
I could see the city of Success, just beyond a small grove of trees.
At last, I thought, I have reached my goal! The whole world will envy me!
I arrived at the city, but the gate was locked. The man at the door frowned and
hissed,
'You have wasted your time. I can't let you in. Your name is not my list.'
I cried and I screamed and I kicked and i shook; I felt that my life had just
ceased.
For the first time ever, I turned my head, and for once in my life faced the east.
I saw all things I had done on my way, all the obstacles I had overcome.
I couldn't enter the city, but that didnt mean i hadn't won.
I had taught myself how to ford rivers, and how to stay dry in the rain.
I had learnt how to keep my heart open, even if sometimes it lets in some pain.
I learnt, facing backwards, that life meant more than just survival.
My succes was in my journey, not in my arrival.
25th ERS Course, finished. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2007|06:40 pm] |
pretty nice weekend.
met sentosa ppl well at sentosa, was nice when everythings free.
met class, they are all doing so well. smart ppl.
now time to book in.
and i really dont wannaa.. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2007|02:26 pm] |
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"one scratch for each day
on the wall that holds them in,
one for each day I've lost
in half-sleep, the baby curled
like a snail on my chest, my hand patting,
patting, stomach bulging
over the top of my pants"
one scratch for each day,
truth be told, i havent gotten over it a little bit.
On my mind, in flashes just keeps coming back spoiling my mood.
Soon enough ill get over it hopefully, soon enough. on the wall that holds them in,
I am burning out. Only the 9th week has passed, 15 more to go. i have no motivation to train, just burned out.its like i have a time table for weekends, do this and this before you book in.
one for each day I've lost
in half-sleep, the baby curled,
I'm drifting away from my friends, most if not all having similar experiences they can relate to in the army. Womenfolk carrying on with their lives
like a snail on my chest, my hand patting,
so im ill, after my attempts to learn how to swim. The feeling obviously aint good. Too tired to go out. Lack of sleep from guard duty. just bad.
patting, stomach bulging
over the top of my pants,
feel so compounded. So many things at one time, im disorganised. Okay so my best friends know i always am, but beyond that disorganisation i had a certain clarity, confidence and feel. It all seems distant now and i need to revive myself back.
"one scratch for each day
on the wall that holds them in,
one for each day I've lost
in half-sleep, the baby curled
like a snail on my chest, my hand patting,
patting, stomach bulging
over the top of my pants"
*truth be told, aint over it yet. |
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[May. 31st, 2007|07:50 pm] |
at the end of the day, who do you blame for all that has gone wrong?
I gave a short presentation on the 7 habits of the effective person by Stephen Covey.
It was a good refresher really, using some of the pointers simplifies what seems monolithic.
Now i remember what made me perform when i was younger, sucha a laid back lazy person now.
After watching some videos, I feel my training is more meaningful.
I dont feel that tired, there is some motivation to achieve more.
ERS FIREFIGHTER always ready 24/7.
I fight what you fear. |
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[May. 6th, 2007|05:40 pm] |
So spiderman failed my expectation, except probably the jazz part.
last week wasnt too bad. Quite fun actually but still booking in is still a torture.
IC on monday, cannot screw up.
ah no mood to type la. |
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[May. 1st, 2007|05:07 pm] |
ok i passed the smu interview.
I got the course but still not happy.
It wasnt actually my first choice.
NUS worst give me some dumping ground course.
Computing fuck i should not have put it my choices.
Yesterday was one of the best days at camp. Everyone was happy cause it was book out that evening.
but now its back to square one, booking in later.
'Squad sedia!, sacol ladder Move!'
fuck we can laugh at that line for hours. Its accent not the words.
spent the day at home. most of my friends had their own things on.
ah i need to redo my finances. back to the drawing board. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2007|07:26 pm] |
I saw your picture today, I swear ill change my ways.
booking back in.
tired tired. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2007|10:04 pm] |
Terrible weekend.
Booked out on a saturday morning from east coast. walked an endless route to get to the bus-stop.
Got home all sweaty, prepared for the interview;the worst I ever had.
' What is data mining?'
it kept resounding in my head but just had no idea.
Join up all the dots in 6 lines without removing ur pencil and not crossing any line,
stunned again.
just kept getting stunned.
ill remain sanguine about the chances though.
fell really ill. but only got light duty for 3 days from MO.
He gave me meds that got my real drowsy, and still i had to stay awake throughout the day.
Still haven completed my antibiotics, stop skipping.
Met up with a aron who once again dropped another bombshell
why the hell u quit poly.
Apostacy describes the week for me.
lifes like that jey, pick urself up and move on.
head feels really heavy the thoughts and emotions are getting compounded, lack of sleep, regimentation in camp and other stuff.
Funny how it never works out, like neeeverrrrr.
To punish me for my contempt of authority, Fate has made me an authority myself.
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[Apr. 14th, 2007|11:50 pm] |
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I wont destroy something I helped build. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2007|11:41 am] |
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above
I am invincible
As long as I'm alive
Thankfully, after 4 days at brtc i got transferred out to CDA(ERS course).
Well NS is getting a lil better, making friends.
First day was like so lonely could have fallen in to depression.
is it complicated?
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[Apr. 9th, 2007|10:16 pm] |
Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve
The holiday i got was actually quite efficiently spent. I manage to complete what i wanted to. Play lots of tennis, earn money and finish all the driving theories.
Now a whole new chapter to life, ns should be fun mixed with a whole lot of other things i guess. I will know as i get through it.
' Dont come on weekends, can get overtime pay'
'you are drinking water as a free man now, Jeylani, as a free man, not yet bonded by the government'
the lines my family comes up with.
I will miss somethings, or maybe ns will help me forget them since i need to if not ill be destroying myself.
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[Apr. 7th, 2007|05:22 pm] |
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Alright things are done.
just pack for CD and i can just slp till tuesday.
I have to get a birthday girft for my sister and a cake. Off to MOS tonight, though i dont like the place. Questions are ceased, so are the expectations, buddy. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2007|11:51 pm] |
So i;m finally going into ns and start having the weekly ns talk with the boys.
Always lost when they have their crazy talks abt this and that.
Bloong was a nice guy. He actually bothered to find my no. and sms me like what to do and all thnks man though i know u dont read this.
lifes like that, friend. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2007|03:02 pm] |
I cant hit a home-run all the time. There will be hits and misses.
-=+ Yee ² +=- Short & Sweet says: eh why u rotting at hm -=+ Yee ² +=- Short & Sweet says: arent u supposed 2 go out and enjoy ur last daes -=+ Yee ² +=- Short & Sweet says: lol crap im always rotting at home!
Cause i dont want the world to see me, cause i dont think that they'll understand.
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[Apr. 3rd, 2007|02:01 pm] |
My extremely active and confused mind is getting tired.
The things i have to settle now before NS, just keep pounding on.
My appraisel for NTU is done. Now I have to study for final theory which is tomorrow.
Sitting there slacked jaw with nothing to say, |
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[Apr. 1st, 2007|11:31 pm] |
have stuff to do.
Studyin for driving
Apply to SMU
Get my appraiser for NTU
there are things i want to do.
And they all have such early deadlines.
If A is success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut.
- Einstein, Albert
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[Mar. 28th, 2007|01:38 pm] |
I am not working anymore.
I will be free.
I can go to the gym.
I can do what i want.
Yes, I can.
it's a masterful melody when she calls out my name to me
as the world spins around her she laughs, rolls her eyes
and i feel like i'm falling but it's no surprise
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| relativity redefined. |
[Mar. 23rd, 2007|10:28 am] |
A taurus is stubborn and thats no bull.
Astrology cant be true, light travels at 3x10^8m/s, yes i know u dont care. but if it takes several light years(distance travelled by light in a year) to reach the constellations aka it is not immediate arent we actually looking at someone elses life. I mean if it takes years and years the light from up there to reach us which is a requirement for vision even your modern day telescope aint gonna make a difference.
It was really difficult to even type that paragraph,maybe when i am done from work which is this sunday then i will free to work on getting some flair back.
eh, can u get flair back or is it always with you?
I Came I Saw I Conquered
A cheerful heart is good medicine,
But a crushed spirit dries up the bones. |
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