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Monday, September 10, 2007

rainy days is equivalent to somber midsummer breakups,
you just stay at home watching the dark grey sky and raindrops pelleting the window,
seriously hate that feeling because the mind would venture further beyond the realm of thoughts,
past, future and most importantly the present all come into one tiny fragment of thought,
flashbacks will keep running through the head like some old theatric scenes.

for now, i am actually relishing a rainy day at home in the morning,
all alone by myself in a room, siblings at school, parents at work,
didnt go out, suddenly the body tells me this is the time to just relax,
let the clock tick away slowly, put everything to a stop, be free,
not really meditating but this moment of silence bliss is a yearn to begin with.

this was a morning that i thoroughly enjoyed waking up to,
almost felt like a surreal dimension.

yes, could not help counting it but 4 more days till NS,
i anticipate joining the army, but more towards a mixed feeling of reluctancy.

but one fine thing though, ramadhan is coming,
its a month of pure bliss and further self-enrichment,
thank god, i got to break my fast with my family on the first day,
hopefully, with the grace of god, will give me the strength to endure it in army.

11:14 PM

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

hmmm...
didnt manage to get the supposedly out of the singapore holiday trip,
instead did went overseas even though its only for a day,
with the family and we went on a eating frenzy,
i hate fish to begin with but its because of the bones,
i am too lazy to find them and usually end up choking or swallowing them.

work is over, my last day at work was quite okay,
they even managed to mix up my schedule and thought my last day was the day before,
i followed the roster they gave me and the one they have is different,
oh wells, one more day means more pay,
did left a msg in the messenger that they use for internal usage,
came back on monday to get my timesheet signed and faxed,
they came to me saying it was nice of me and they missed me,
omg, maybe its because with me not ard anymore than their workload increased,
or maybe because they sincerely did so and thus it hit a soft spot in me.

made my new specs for army,
it cost me $300++ though, shit man,
oh wells, that happens when i go splurging my money,
can get a lil out of control as you can see.

yea...the days are pretty much passing by,
i could count the days left on my two hands,
wish it really could be much more entertaining,
spend pretty much of my days exercising, ps3-ing, meeting with friends, online,
brushing up on my so bad guitar skills, tv and other miscellaneous things,
it does not really differ anyways, simple things like this are what i will miss,
metamorphosis is going to take place and i do not really know what lies for me beyond,
but all in all, life is a process of everlasting change,
good or bad it all falls to choices, thats where you have control over change,
damn, only 20 and i already feel old in an ironic sort of way.

1:23 AM


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Iskandar Shah
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1987
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