For those whom dunno, "pop" is an army guys term for passing out parade. The point where you become a private instead of a recruit. Its nothing great but when you are in tekong for some what which feels like a long long time, it begins to make sense.
Yesterday, it went rather differently from expected. I din really expect pple to remember my birthday maybe xept my family but i was wrong. I was truely touched by many. Its nice to know that you are remebered. Haha.
Din do much yesterday. Was too fucking tired to do shit really. Went out with a couple of friends for dinner and that was about it. Came back about 2300 and den spent time redoing e layout on the blog. Yawn. Army really drains energy man. seriously.
Have never really bothered about my birthday ever since primary 4. That was the time that my parents and relatives decided that the cousins dun have to meet up to celebrate e kids birthdays because it was getting too much of a hassle. Some fucked up family har. Well, we are all different and through that, i have lost the meaning of birthdays. Doesn really seem that i am 20. What difference does it make? I still remain constant. Nothing has changed. Till last year, i never really did celebrate nething for birthdays. She started it all and i fail to wipe clear that memory. Din wanna meet many coz of the fear so reminisence.
Nuff bout that. Life moves on.
My grandma in florida is safe. The damn hurricane just blew off the roof of the patio but the house was ok. Really glad. Though i dun really see her often, she still is family and i know that she loves us very much. No matter what, Blood is so much thicker den water. Thank you Lord for keeping her and my uncle safe.
too many processes running in head.
alt+f4.
cntr+alt+del.
*takes out zippo*
*clink*
*a flame burns*
*smoke fills the lungs*
*exhales*
Yesterday, it went rather differently from expected. I din really expect pple to remember my birthday maybe xept my family but i was wrong. I was truely touched by many. Its nice to know that you are remebered. Haha.
Din do much yesterday. Was too fucking tired to do shit really. Went out with a couple of friends for dinner and that was about it. Came back about 2300 and den spent time redoing e layout on the blog. Yawn. Army really drains energy man. seriously.
Have never really bothered about my birthday ever since primary 4. That was the time that my parents and relatives decided that the cousins dun have to meet up to celebrate e kids birthdays because it was getting too much of a hassle. Some fucked up family har. Well, we are all different and through that, i have lost the meaning of birthdays. Doesn really seem that i am 20. What difference does it make? I still remain constant. Nothing has changed. Till last year, i never really did celebrate nething for birthdays. She started it all and i fail to wipe clear that memory. Din wanna meet many coz of the fear so reminisence.
Nuff bout that. Life moves on.
My grandma in florida is safe. The damn hurricane just blew off the roof of the patio but the house was ok. Really glad. Though i dun really see her often, she still is family and i know that she loves us very much. No matter what, Blood is so much thicker den water. Thank you Lord for keeping her and my uncle safe.
too many processes running in head.
alt+f4.
cntr+alt+del.
*takes out zippo*
*clink*
*a flame burns*
*smoke fills the lungs*
*exhales*
