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before i go to bed... or something...

i'd like to share this link with you. from the guy who writes about singapore's past in a lighthearted, friendly neighbour kind of way:

Good Morning Yesterday: My Commanders

i've not heard myself verbalize my anger for a very, very, very long time.

seriously.

today has probably been the first time.

after about 15 times of pressing the restart button on the pc because it froze on me. in the past hour or so. after logging in. while surfing around livejournal. while watching a video. while trying to play a game of chess. while chatting on msn. while downloading a file.

come to think of it. the last time (that i can recall, now that i'm thinking about it) i made known i'm angry was during 3mths bmt. the guys were caught for bringing in cigarettes and smoking in the bunk. our PTI made us do that stupid punishment with our yellow raincoats. in the hot sun.

i was pissed off with the smokers obviously. no offense to u guys who do smoke. the ex smokes too, anyway...

so after that hour outside with the raincoat. with perspiration down my face. the anger inside my head sort of fixated onto images of them smoking in the bunk. it was drumming in my ears. we were walking towards our respective beds. i kinda went berserk and kicked around my double-decker and pulling it, kinda like smashing it against the cupboards. and all that stuffs. heavy breathing and grunting noises. i only recall being fixated on that image. that was all. i didn't realize they were trying to cool me down or pulling me back either. not until someone shook my whole body. trying to make me get a grip of myself. i recalled the buddy was pale, as if he saw a ghost kinda thing.

so yeah. anger management issues.

ps. chris told me to just smile at the pc while chatting over msn. haha. he said it will definitely make it feel warm and fuzzy.

who would have thought that one day i would be sailing out at sea. even if its just the mirky waters around singapore.

no, i was never in the navy. and no, i've never actually sailed in a merchant ship. although at one point i did retrofitting/overhauling of diesel engines and steam turbines on board of VLCCs during my stint with an engineering company a couple years back. but that doesn't count.

i guess on one of my school attachments with the yacht club, i started to get that stirring feeling deep in my loins. (hehe now i know...)

so i've chatted with some folks who owned a yacht. during the weekends, you'd see these 30 somethings, guys in their boat shoes, dark glasses, sporting a cap, cargo shorts, long sleeved shirts worn laid back style. since i was the attachment student person, i'd have to do all the mundane boring stuffs. but i'd always look forward to the evenings and the weekends. when there wasn't any sea carnivals or any other busy activities, where i'm the club's "free labour". sometimes a smile helps to break the ice, and they would tell me something about their yachting experiences. just sailing within our territorial waters. catching the wind on their sails. and stuffs like that.

why not? all boys need their space. and the open seas has plenty of it. something i've learned during patrols in the coast guards is how the mind feels at ease in the open waters. but at US$40k, i know that this is still one of my lazy day dreams. looking at the photos he took of his boat, you will know how this person felt towards the sea and his love.

yeapz. perhaps one day.

a photo i like, stolen from someone's profile. hehe.

dangerous driving anyone??? all retro things.



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