6 Moronic Days Left....

... before i head to Changi Aiport and perhaps, maybe, possibly, got a slight chance I wont be seeing it till at least 150 days later.

These few days trying to squeeze my clothes and undies and crap stuff into my fucking-big-till-can-use-to-stuff-a-cow quite noticeably big luggage bag.

In the midst of stuffing my crap stuff in, i felt some tears in me.
how i wish i was thinner, so perhaps instead of those L and M size shirts that i am stuffing in, i can stuff in S and M size shirts.

cause its a simple equation, (L and M size shirts) - (S or M size shirts) = Lesser Weights
and therefore, Lesser Weights = Lesser Luggage = Less Force use to carry luggage bag = Less Tiring

Pardon me please *cough cough

must be due to the maths refresher lessons that I have been taking lately.

trying to painstaking dig up my lost memories of maths thats since been long abandoned by me after i started to carry M-16 and chiong-ing the hills. Pointing to an imaginary target and shouting "Fire~!!"

We call it, in medical terms, "Serve the Army & Forgot About Poly"
An extremely common sympton that occur in 10 out of 10 guys.

Just ytd night, i played soccer with my ex-team mates. been very long since i played with them. and while they are still actively playing in competitive soccer all this time, i was fooling around and playing with those 6-yr old kids.
as you can imagined the gap that has occured between us..

now, they are playing like Ronaldo and Wayne Rooney. And there i was in the other corner playing like a retired Fandi Ahmad local soccer player.

`but thank goodness, god is fair. i look more cuter than them`