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Thursday, December 14, 2006
A day in a slack life
I've wasted a day today.

Needed a break for my ultra bz schedule. Anymore of such stuff i think my brain will explode.
Actually i think the sole reason is that i got absolutely no motivation (and mood) to do anything today.
Will be collecting my laptop tml, and saturday will be my assessment...
If everything goes smoothly for the assessment, i'll be going for the selection next week.
And if i'm good enough, i'll be going overseas for my course early next yr.

Woke up rather early today though i'm intending to wake up at 9. Thats a good sign as i'm training and conditioning my body to sleep lesser and lesser ever since i ord. I feel that people spent too much time on sleeping, they can sleep as long as they want when they die. But the thing is, i myself will get super tired if i dont get enough of 8 hrs of sleep! Thats why i'm forcing myself to be conditioned of sleeping less. I'm determined and i need all the time i can fork out.

Morning
I've washed my clothes, help to move out all of mother's potted plants to sun, vacuum the staircase and rooms, cleaned the carpark with detergent and brush. Phew! To think i didn't think it is humanely possible for such a house, yet mother has been doing it all these while.

Afternoon
Perhaps i'm not conditioned in doing housework, i got so tired in the afternoon that i fell asleep while reading my theory test book. Thats another 2 hrs gone. oh my...

Night
did my online research (as usual)
sent a proposal to frederick. it really amazes me of the ideas i can think out of in order to achieve my goals.
Had a long conversation with ntk on msn..Chatting with him nv fails to make me free protected and safe... (yes yes... more of such 'army is my scanctuary' feelings)
Seeing (and experienced) how sheltered and routine his life can be, i couldn't resist but to ask him the question,"do you have dreams?"
And i have a typical reply from him.
There are just so much things i wanted to share with him. I want to tell him of the many many things i'm doing now and the changes i'm going thru, but i covered them up by saying 'i'm going overseas to play!!" or 'just bz lor' . This is something i have to go through myself, its my battle. I typed in "you know me so well har?" . I know he does, when i was in the army. Then i unconsciously typed 'hopefully you can still recognise me when you see me next time", of cos he was suspicious of what i'm saying. I quickly changed the topic...
He knew nothing about me.


Catching the falling leaves ...[8:55 PM]
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