whispers in the morning
dis week will b 24k route march. time to mentally brace myself. then after dat POP LOH!
after pop, after all the photo whore-ing, section 3 will soon become a memory. its hard not to b close to ur bunkmates when u’ve spent 3 mths wif them. its their face u’ll see the first thing in the morning n the last b4 u go to bed. i’ll miss some of their peculiar habits, the hours tbtling late after lights out in the bunk, the dirty jokes we shared, or simply the sight of them in the bunk congregating at the table talking cock, listening to the radio, or just stoning or sleeping.
i guess its natural dat when we move on, old friends can drift apart as we make new ones. but there r also those u hold close to ur heart. true friendship to me is when u can enjoy something wif another person dats utterly simple, even to the point of doing nothing. n its these who will pick up the phone when u call at 4am dat realli matter. those dat u’ll never grow out of; the rare n precious ones who noe u n love u still the same.
happy birthday, my beloved godbro.
got in nus archi. parents r so happy they can save money on my uni fees. feeling blessed n thankful. its contentment to the point dat u dare to tell urself dat u can die tomorrow n still die a happy man.
alvin ong dozed and watched the sawdust trampled night @ 6:09 AM
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