Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Monday, September 29, 2008

Greetings.

It's been 2 weeks since my last post. Im enjoying my short break from NS. My confinement period was a dreadfully long 17 days.

I've never washed my own clothes in my whole life, cleaned the toilet or lived with so many guys for a prolonged period of time. FYI, Im tanned to the extend that I reckon that I'm over roasted.

Regimentation is a 180 degree transition from the life i used to live. I appreciate and cherish my time more, my freedom, my bed, my parents and especially my mom.

This is only the start of my army life. I must learn to remain positive, and believe that I'd pull through, to become a better man. 2 years 2 years 2 years 2 years 2 years 2 years 2 years 2 years!

Things change, when you are in army. People change. Perhaps those close to me might not be as close anymore. Perhaps.

Passion Groove Life.