Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Thursday, August 09, 2007


Yesterday, eve of our National Day, was pretty much of a breeze. I left home rather early and met BM at SPC. When it was nearing seven, I became panicky and started ringing Haryani like mad. Thank god she came just in time with the sash, but it wasn't ironed. Fortunately BM was there to assist me. My mentor. There to put on my badges for me. The sash was lanky uh. Mr Ong was tardy so we were granted little time to rehearse. Even though I reckon that slow march was better than my past practices, but I know I didn't carried it out well enough. Zafran made a mistake, but never mind(:

After school, Nabilah and I went to the airport. We ate and talk, seriously talked. We chatted for hours and yeah, long one. We wandered around the airport and talked. We stopped by the bookstore, galleries, and talked. Apparently, my day is spent talking. From Whitesands, we walked to Pasir Ris Town Park. Initially, we were heading to Central. But midway, Aqil said he was going to fish with his dad. And coincidentally, he was approaching Town Park too. So Nabilah and I waited and waited for him to arrive. After quite some time, he settled down in his fishing spot and we just popped by to wave at him.


Anyway, I was kind of looking forward to the National Day Parade, just the march past. For the firing of canon section, those fellows had to wear No. 1. It was rather muddy and it projected a not-so-smart image of the guys in the prestigious No. 1 uniform. RSM appeared in the short video clip when it reflected the marching contingents' practices. Awesome uh he. Heh.


When NCC and NPCC Ma'ams get together, they rate NPCC guys. Hah.


Everything started off wrongly. You shouldn't have stood that near. It goes down from your toes.

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