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Sunday, March 07, 2004

crystal heart
Heart of Crystal

Was feeling extremely guilty for not joining the trekking recee. I dowan be a slacker. I'd no choice 'cause I was simply aching all over, my body n my legs, all over. Sometimes I feel that such compromise are definately necessary, especially such extreme cases like doing a recee immediately after a dry run. Why does we have to be put through all these? Does us being J2s means we're physically n mentally more fit than the J1s who have to go through all these once, while us it means twice, trice n more often than not more than that. This totally sucks... BY 'N' LARGE we're just human beings. We ain't perfect u know...

No idea people in this world can be so unreasonable, unfriendly n unexplanably arrogant. On the way back home, the carriage was packed as usual, thus we had to make do with standing. The sheer number of passengers made it difficult to hold ur ground, especially with the train moving so rapidly. N for some reason I couldn't stand still n accidentally stepped on a man's toe. What I did was to turn around apologetically n apologized. But never in the hell I expected the man to lash a kick at my foot. Had I not been wearing a SA t-shirt, I would have rebutted him someway or another (if he was playing a match he would have been sent off for violent behaviour, while at most I would be cautioned for reckless tackle). Can't imagine him sitting down enjoying the full comfort of the train facilities, n yet all was an accident n he had to react in such an immature way, considering the white streaks of hair on his head, what an irony...!

Thankfully, for the day I'd a great time with friends celebrating Ivan's birthday. Been long since such stuff really happened n I'm really thankful for anybody up there (whoever u believe in) for creating a day called birthday, not only a day to commerate ur birthday, some 18yrs ago, but at the same time a day for u to forget urself, engross n lose urself in the joy of it. Whichever way a birthday is celebrated, it is celebrated! Cake or no cake, presents or not, birthday is just a day for u to be remembered. By saying this, I've to emphasize that I ain't any intention to say that no one remembers u otherwise...hee...

Happy Birthday my dear friend

you were loved at
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