Today was pretty boring or simple...
--> Further practice on cane drills
--> Watched The Simpsons (won't it be cool if your dad is like Homer Simpson?)
--> Went to KFC for dinner with my precious big thing..
--> Worrying about POA as usual.
I really feel like raising my hands to tesify. I'm not getting sufficient sleep.
This may sound stupid.. But I dreamt about my STC (Survival training camp) in Ubin a few days ago. I dreamt that I turned the campfire night upside down and turned it into a concert. It was so vivid and I dreamt something like this:
Area 9, I say a Hey-Hoooooooo...
Hey-Hoooooooooooo...
I say Hey-Hoooooooo....
Now, I would like everybody in this campsite to freak out.
*Screams, shrills..*
Is everybody in Area 9 ready?
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!
I started clapping and everyone did.
And this song of ours went on:
Sing a song of the camp that's louder than yours with all eternity, the era of STC is contraband, tell us CIs (pointing to the CIs) a story that's by candlelight, waging a friendship among us all. Sing a song of the camp, tell us a story into the campfire night, sing us a song... for me...
It sounds like a song named: Song of the Century by Green Day.
This song is stuck in my mind and I would be like singing it to myself. -.- Maybe this is the result from watching too much Green Day live videos. But hey, they're brilliant okay... Especially him...
MR TRE COOL!
Talking about tall people and Shahrul, I remembered about Shahril. I wonder how is he doing. Somehow, I miss him. It's so sad now that he doesn't talk to me. But after talking to Iqbal for awhile (5 minutes ago), I'm glad to hear that he's doing well in his studies. Ahh, I just miss the freakishly tall 1.82 metres tall guy.
It BLOWed up at 6:28 AM
