Thursday, May 25, 2006
my blog is the colour of GUARDS
haha i got posted to guards. so cool jsut what i always wanted;)
no serious. haha wear shit on my head haha. think its gonn a get physical.
i came in 3rd this week. the warren said got wadeva race next time i must represent signals. oh man. but oh well he was just sayin. hmm shouldi take part in osim? aaiyah but i really not in shape now. havent swam for so long. yeah better not.
have a DAY OFF today. so cool and u know y?
cos i volunteered to visit the red cross society home for the disabled.
20 of us. haha last minute. went there to clean the place up. then sang to them and fed them lunch. yeah interacted with many of them. the environment there is kinda nice. but well its not exactly conducive i feel. its those home with oni one doc or rather physio. and yeah a wide variety of disability. different ages. from muscular dystrophy to DS to cerebral palsy . this guy that i fed kept spittin all his porridge on my face. ha
but i sang with one guy from another platoon and ben p. from my platoon playi nthe guitar. was a flop cos we couldnt do many songs successfully. at 1st the insitute sergeant major seemed upset. but well we never prepared. vbut eventualli we managed to pull off a few songs and evryone clapped. it was like relieve phew.haha but yeah these are the sort of events where no matter how bad u sound ppl will stil lcheer. u just need to keep the darlie smile.
hmm i wonder if ill get to disrupt. but at leasti know my dream is comin true. i can be a doctor. the big buck s or so the ysay is in specialisation. but i dunno if thats wadi have in mind hahaof cos its all too early. but i was thinkin of bein a residential doc at some home or seriously go to africa. hha yeah
but nvm huh see how things go. i hope to excel and i know i ll bcos GOD loves me.
and this is one of the new songs i sang to a public audience haha or sorta.
I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three.
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me.
He said,"Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your Grandma so."
We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.
Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever.
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead
Of her, I found this letter, and this is what it said:
If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through;
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down,
darling wait and see.
And between now and then, till I see you again,
I'll be loving you. Love, me.
I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away,
In the doorway of a church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray.
I know I'd never seen him cry in all my fifteen years;
But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears.
If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through;
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.
And between now and then, till I see you again,
I'll be loving you. Love, me.
Between now and then, till I see you again,
I'll be loving you. Love, me.
wad if i have hep B? hhaa ok unlikely but well i dunno cant help but feel paranoid. tsk tsk. i guess all the dentistry and med prospective are feelin this way? ha ha ha. nonsense.
the kiss of I would understand. at