its good to be online again. i feel my fingers hovering over the keyboard and hearing the punching of the buttons. chattin with friends i hardly talk to and my fellow netizens. My dear neighbour who lives downstairs.... its silly how we almost never meet nowadays but see each other online although we used to bump into each other at the lift lobby and chat our way up.
oh yea did i mention that i jus sprained my ankle?? i mean thats so lame man.... see this is what happened:
i booked in sunday night and at 11pm they say that we have to shift bunks to the onez downstairs.... quite obviously we know what is going to happen to us since the next day cos we have initiation. so by the time we are done packing our stuff it is ard 12. Then we slept till 4am when they turn us out. ( yup the thing army guys hate most) So we had a mini change parade and run around like stupid recruits when we already have that deserving one chocolate bar on our shoulders. Around 5 we were still running around the track. at 6 we had a stand-by-area at 7 we had the games.... well thats where it started. we played soccer against the man and the specs and lost 0-1. Captains Ball was next 14 man vs us 9 officers. So will such odds i guess we went all out. In the end we won 9-3 can you believe it? But it was the last ball that gave me the sprain. Sigh was doing a one-two with my friend when i think someone gave me a thug from the back. All i can recall is my world coming down *boom* big pain big big pain. At least i hopped and struggled my way to the medical centre saw the doc.
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damn feeling damn down and guilty now.... sigh.... i think i'm a jerk an ass...... but some things are beyond my control... do you understand? pls forgive me angels up there and tell me i'm just human * silent prayer*
