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Thursday, October 02, 2008
Wasn't Part-Time

Balancing my weight mass on a high heel (close to 10cm) was a killer. Sacrificing my feet to the state of getting a blister was something I wouldn't mind for. That satisfaction when comments gets coming in keep me high. I'm all dressed up with silky black dress on for the right occasion.

The decustomised a5 size invitation card I've gotten from mrValentine was resting itself on my office desk. It saddens me that I have to replace his beloved place. I shouldn't be the one to don the rank for him, what's more, to attend his POP. Prestigious event for guy like him. I was pretty much reluctant to attend the ceremony knowing that I'll be out of place but after pursuing mrMacho to company me that evening, I've decided to present.




I'm not being racist here but the sight of the headquarter being infested by ______, makes me feel like I'm in Malaysia. With Lebaran greetings, it does amazed me.

Witnessing the whole ceremony reminded me of those days when I'm pretty much active in NPCC doing nonsensical drills and time consuming trainings. For the record, I do actually miss all those retarded routines. Knowing that I'm busy with attachment, I've been abandoning NPCC ever since without much guilt.





I've never once admire picturing fire-fighter as the whole idea of being a hero for the city. Not until those video being played on live screen, playing all the movements on training grounds. I was inspired, indeed. All these guys must be brave enough to go through all the retard obstacles.
*saluting without much pride*





With me donning the rank on for you on your uniform was something I've never visualized in any way. I must say that your lady do put so much trust in you for letting a friend, a girl friend, to don it instead of her. I saw that sad puppy eyes painted on your expression. I'm sure it's the parents and beloved that matters. In a way, I'm still glad that I'm able to don it for you. As a friend, I'll be there when there's a need to (:





Once again, Congrats mrValentine!




toodles ++

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