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feelin

here lies my words
institution of tacit literature
domicile of the heart
a white little isle
a hold of seperation
an unseen clandestine construct

Sunday, August 05, 2007

notes

8 months serving NS.. things made are friends, experience and physical/mental endurance. wasted are the precious youth time for myself, friends and family. Things had improved so far are I'm appreciative of civilian life, but my intelligence and knowledge degraded drastically.

Im waiting for the 8 months of Life after ORD, following that the promised to be fun-filled University 'campus' life. Summing them up, freedom.

Being in SAF commandos for 8 months now, it sure have pride, their "honour and glory". However I still reserve honour and glory to the Father. Throwing away the lesser of honour and glory frees me up so that I can listen closely to Him and serve him evermore.

Micheal, I miss you alot, I will be with you very soon, hope our bond have not faded through the bitter dull winds.

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