i think i'm falling, i'm holding on to all i think is safe

scholarship applications..

if everything goes according to plan, i will go to ocs after bmt, i will leave for LSE in september, finish studying in 4 years graduating with first-class honours, come back and learn flying, obtain my wings, fly. if this sequence of events happen, i've got it made.

dreams are always there. its all about working hard to achieve them, and when the whole process is finally over, the end product is freaking gratifying.

but then again, dreams are dreams..

all this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending.

i have rashes on my hands, chest, neck and face. i look horrible, and i'm going back into tekong tonight.

good thing i won't be going outfield again anytime soon.

i want so much to get silver for ippt!

as i scream, aim and fire, the death toll grows higher

church politics, i can't stand for it.

you know someone doesn't like you when he gives you that look. as much as i like to remain a neutral party, that's not in my control.

like my sister was ranting, some people are just like that: fake, useless, hypocritical. it is irritating at times, having the knowledge that people are putting up false fronts.

i watched underworld past midnight yesterday and i think the m18 rating is not justified, we were kind of disappointed heh. it was cool hanging out and sharing army experiences, paul's in kestral and gary's an OOT in zulu. talked, drank, and talked some more. the week ahead is going to be long, starting with ippt tomorrow, horrors. most probably, i'll fail again heh. well at least i'm improving :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HWEETENG!