Sunday, June 25, 2006

i think i'm lacking of people whom i can relate to in the army
its true when they say that no one can be as close as ur friends in school. its just so hard to express what you feel to new people because you'll never know what kind of person they are. and and it sucks because especially in a place where you are deprived of life, freedom and all the good civilian stuff, you are in NEED of people whom you can confide in. sighs,sighs and more sighs.

oh btw, *drum rolls*
CONGRATULATIONS! to acjc band. You guys deserve it! after all that hard work and effort put in :) i'm darn proud of you guys. welcome back!

i guess being the only child isn't such a bad thing. for the psat few days i've been the only one at home with my parents. with my brothers off to scouts camp and sydney for competition, its really great having the whole house to myself! the feeling of being the only child kind of rocks for at least a short period of time but then again, it could get pretty lonely. oh oh yes, i've got myself a new digital camera! (oklar, it's not my money but rather my parents.but i plan to pay half though,hehe). shall rephrase this: my family has a new camera! hahaha. i tot the camera was worth the buy! here's the picture:

isn't it cool? ahahaha

went out with my classmates yesterday. met azad, shaar, charles, jeremy, edwin, este, liyanna, adlinna, jacq, lawrence and joanna.it was fun hangin out with them, talking bout school life and how we have been doing thus far. should have more of such gatherings! -hints to fusion, carol and samantha!-hahaha

got to go for now. will be yet another long 2 weeks being confined in camp. -sighs-

here's something which i read:

parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. they move on. they move away. the moments that used to define them-a mother's approval, a father's nod-are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. it is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.

mitch albom