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Sunday, August 27, 2006,17:08

i'm sitting arnd getting fat. more impt, i'm unfit. by my standards' i've nvr felt so tired aft juz a simple walk, the bloody weather nowadays nt withstanding.

useless, cant seem 2 do anything right. juz dun seem 2 b in control of myself anymore. constantly shooting my mouth off. the sky will fall n i'd juz stand there helplessly looking, waiting 2 be crushed. where'd the fighter go?

ystd was sec skool klass gathering. 2+ yrs n we'd still see each other n tok like we've onli juz met up ystd. all e catching up, nt as if we're far away (almoz all o us have e green ic larz). listened 2 mr wang telling us the pathetic state our skool is in now. pains my heart 2 hear e pride o our mother skool diminishing. tt @#$%-ed up head o skool shd juz @#$% off. didnt hear frm any1 there tt there'd b any1 joining delta. well ^o)

i'm losing touch wif myself. my-humane-self. becoming a mere brain behind a keyboard (or keypad wld also do). sooner or later i'd start becoming a robot myself, an expressionless equipment tt can onli =) =( =O n =P. food shd be comsumed so tt'd it'd be combusted 2 provide elect 4 my systems. better still, juz plug myself in. wad happened 2 the me tt was once. did it go missing wif u?

shd start packing for camp le. combat phase tis week. oh, n medics are different. we dun carry field pack. it'd be sent on a tonner; we dun march, nt 2 the objective anywayy. we get brought there on a 5-ton wif all our equipment. we're nearly 2-3k behind friendly lines (or shd be anyway); n aft hearing all e fantastic stories of ROC n brunei, i think the fact tt we get 1x 24hr field ration n are screaming lousy food is too much; n better still luxury items are allowed during field camp. ok, ONE item, but tts alr a bit off. shall bring my fone 2 lentor on thurs n fri. sms me! i mite juz reply wif an mms pic o my bcs. lolx. but we get 2 march 10click wif our dearest tough kelly who by my standard is overweight at 80+kg. he shd slim down, cuz i seriously doubt we'd have a combat fit personal weighing 80kg n still fighting at the frontline. looking 4ward 2 the outfield daze again, b4 i start on my 1yr pluz cv conversion course wif nearly no more outfield as a possible smti instructor. cyaz my fitness!