Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Friday, November 14, 2008

Life hasnt been a bed of roses, but I've learnt to deal with it, with the help of 4 words. LLST, which translates into lan lan suck thumb. Life goes on, trust me.

I have mixed feelings about the field camp. In a way I can deal with the physical training, the dirt, grind sweat and whatever the jungle throws at me. The tricky part is the community you live it. The air fills with tension everytime people are tired and we need to carry on training.

In a way, I managed to overcome this field camp, with a lil help here and there.

NS changes every man that goes through the baptispm. The only difference is whether it makes or breaks you. For me, I'm determined to not be fearful and attempt to give my 100%.

I miss church, I miss being close to God, I miss the people that matter to me, I miss my old way of life. Alas, there is a season for everything.

(PS: a note to my ever dearest diaper buddy(ies)- Dont binge, stay healthy, and remain hopeful. Miss you(s) ) !

Passion Groove Life.