how things have turned out is strange.
was it my character that had stunned her.
why don't u even talk to me anymore.
monosyllables functions as causeways for bilateral talks.
the rejection of an extended hand,
the refusal of the black and white.
broken down conference.
who was i to you when it all began.
i know you were a friend.
what did i do to you.
i know i called u every other night.
now every night u sleep early.
u never had it better u say.
well i have been sleeping earlier too.
helps my muscle to grow they say.
but sleep sleep that i don't want to sleep.
what say you...

nowadays i wonder whats with people.
just because its something u don't like to do,
or something u don't feel u deserved to do,
u get all self destructive over it.
he comes telling me,
he thought it was too harsh.
what did u get your rank for?
why did u become who u became?
surely u knew?
well i knew.
and i say yes thats my resposibility.
doing something u know u shouldn't do.
don't blame others.
think about yourself being a person.
a person with principles.
not a person who thinks the world owes u something.
i don't owe u anything.
i don't have to do u any favours.
think about it.
i needn't even have to talk to u.
the bar on my shoulders gives me absolute power.
do i even have to listen to all of u whine?
no i don't.
stop whining.
all of u are older than me.
yet so many times i feel more mature than u all.
when that fella from a*star said singaporean males are becoming wimpy and whiny.
hell ya i say.
turn out once and complaints come in.
i've been through so much yet have i ever gotten anyone into trouble?
think about it.
just a bit of pain.
half a year less of training than me.
yet within 3 wks people wanna quit already.
still wanna get into ocs?
how about fuck you?
no pride, no responsibility, no will.
officer? commander?
fuck off!

life it seems can be different.
everyday is a head on charge into all the problems of the world.
however, queer things do happen.
i met her, and every night its her.
another one of those zippy, upbeat things.
but i'm still waiting for u.
maybe i would stop waiting.
who's to know.
maybe someday it'll just turn bland and become a decaf.
though i would rather it became salsa.
but life's still better now every night.
more talk, less thought.