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Tuesday, July 24, 2007
days pass real fast for me. i don't have the intention anymore. urge. no more. not this time. drag myself out of bed. getting clean up. dressed. for work. shorts and some t shirt if im stationed at changi cargo complex. other than that. its just smart casual with pants. dark pants. black. nay. they say blue. dark blue. navy. who cares? i do. i think im going bill. yes. colour blind. when you don't know what they are. shades. contrast and hues. end of the day. its the same thing. the same kind of shade. same kind. colour. im fixed.
cant say the same for whats been going on in life. it has been a blur. open close. close open. before i knew it. before anyone knows it. its getting near. yes. my freedom is coming to a close. end. the government is calling. i have a job. permenant, to say the least. 730 days (731 days if one is a leap year.) to wait hand and foot for the country. yes. it needs me. it wants me. though it don't. defending the country. after close to 21 years of enjoying fresh air and stress-free lifestyles, i'm gonna trade it with damn messy equipments. goodbye adolescent years. hello world. hope they are ready for me.
why must i be in this position? i noe very well the situation. and i still chose to be in the mix. why? because i'm a fool. yes. i follow my damn heart and where it leads? self-destruction. i'm on the verge of it. its eating me up inside. like a cancer. spreading. wildly. must i continue? i am not myself anymore. i'm Star's sense of Rejection. second fiddle. the third guy.
"...i've never been the type...break up a happy home but...theres something bout babygirl i just can't leave alone..."
solutions?
*~__ Afa Romeo ___ ~*
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