Awkward silence.

Had supper with Bryan and Chun Hong at Rochor Beancurd. Anyway, I've just back home today. I have not slept in bunk for quite a long time already. Thinking of it, I've actually been in outfield/fieldcamp for almost 3 consecutive weeks. Lost about 3-4 kgs. Everday sleeping average for only 4-5 hours. I'm seriously worn-out. And that's probably the reason why I don't have any mood for any occasions now.

Lost count of time, and suddenly CNY pops up. I have not even bought new clothings yet. Great.


Army aside.

Recently, I've been thinking, wondering, pondering. It seems that I don't know everything about some of the so-called best friends, good friends or buddies of mine that I've known for years. Some of them decide not to reveal, and I have to hear it from somebody else, or sometimes, be the last to know. As a supposedly close friend, I'm unaware about that. To me, it's quite disheartening.

I guess I'm probably too much a blabber mouth, a happy-go-lucky person or just simply f-up, so much so that they think I'm not able to safe-guard their secrets or personal issues. But of course, it still goes down to individual on whether you're willing to share. Sure enough, I'm not blaming anyone for this, as I know everyone will definitely have a piece of their secret garden.

I had a sudden rush of emotions when i first heard it, so decided to express my thoughts. Nothing serious, actually. Really. :)