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    Thursday, October 16, 2008 / 8:43 PM

    16th October 2008.
    2044hours.
    8.44pm.

    I came to blog immediately after I switch the computer on.
    I have alot to say.
    And I guess this is the only place where I can say everything out . . .

    Lets skip the schooling part today.
    Cause there's nothing much to share about.

    After school,
    Went to change into Smart . 4
    Then went HQ with Mr.Chia and HongWei for interview.
    8 cadets were interviewed in one room in one single time.
    I didnt spoke at all.
    HongWei too.
    But I am sure one from Fuhua would go.
    I am not sure if it's going to be me.
    But . . .
    Hmm

    Told Mr.Chia the what the current Part Cs are like today.
    I felt I have the need to inform him.
    He's our Commanding Officer.
    And I believe he's the only one who can help us now.

    I spoke to him about our different supporting branches,
    and a few individuals.
    Their performance, attitude and behavior.

    I believe whatever I said today would have a direct negative impact on some people.
    And it would bring about unhappiness in our platoon.
    But it is the only way to solve the current situation of our platoon.

    I spoke about the bearings of some people who held higher post.
    Things such as earstuds.

    If those people whom I am referring to know that I complained about them.
    I am sure they would hate me.
    But I want to help the unit.
    I am sorry.

    I dont know why.
    We have been together for bloody 3 years.
    Why did it end up like this.

    Sorry to those who might get implicated,
    but I still dont think I did anything wrong.


    I realise I have been facing so much problems nowadays.
    Her,
    NCC,
    Results,
    School,
    Friends,
    Whatever.

    Who.
    Who the fuck can help me ?
    I dont know .

    Lets just hope there would be lesser problems in the near future.










    I am breaking down ass.
    Fucking hell.
    I need you . . .



    I'll stay strong