Archive for January, 2009

Protected: A Soldier’s Journal

Sunday, January 25th, 2009

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Zouk.

Saturday, January 24th, 2009

It was fkin’ whack last night. Me, Dexter, Desmond, Darren, Jackson, Justin, Paul, Chanel and Daryl went clubbing at Zouk/Phuture!
It was fun to the max; we got really high on the music and booze. And I bumped into lots of familiar faces on the dance floor. Mervyn and his friends, Margaret, Tammy and their gang, [...]

Protected: Serendipity.

Sunday, January 18th, 2009

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Vacuum.

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

Something’s missing in my life, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I know I lack permanent joy, but right now I’m just about surviving on temporary happiness.
Sometimes I feel I’m becoming a bastard. I know I can be so much more than this. All these addictions; all these lusts and pride. I [...]

All of life’s questions.

Tuesday, January 13th, 2009

Morpheus: I imagine that right now, you’re feeling a bit like Alice. Hmm? Tumbling down the rabbit hole?
Neo: You could say that.
Morpheus: I see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, that’s not far from the truth. Do [...]

Protected: When you can’t drink.

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

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G-Shock.

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

Ignore the totally random title. That’s the new nickname I got from my primary school mates. Gary Su equals G-Shock. Hahahaha.
Yeah, so I held my birthday celebrations yesterday! I couldn’t make it a large-scale, grand event as there were lots of uncertainties regarding my book-out timings and guard duties, but I really wanna thank everyone [...]

Wishlist!

Thursday, January 1st, 2009

A belated Merry Xmas and Happy New Year to all of you. Celebrations were kinda rushed for me, due to me having to book in and out of camp constantly; but still I managed to enjoy this lil’ festive season. It would take pages to fill in with what I did, so let’s just leave [...]

“We are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creation.”