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i email myself sometimes cause theres no one to talk to.

longing

would really like to get lost in some foreign city

http://www.bbc.com/travel/feature/20110722-the-six-best-cities-to-get-lost-in

with a truck load of money

Really bad summer

I guess i now know, both, how low I lie on your list of priorities, and how low I demand to be on that list.

Suddenly the world seems like such a lonely place all over again.

From an island far away

So continuing on from the last one, the final few entries (when i could still keep up with the writing)

Day 8
6 days to the end of confinement. Its just about all that matters. impressively the week has gone by incredibly, well yeah, slowly. There is no more concept of time. Days past beyond a point of recognition. Sleeping makes time past faster. I write this in a stupid basketball court with my ‘wife’ resting on my right shoulder as i rest my head on its scope hoping for sleep, the blue guide book thats waiting to be revised goes un-noticed. few things change. i’d rather someone else be with me, she’ll probably never understand, instead i’m surrounded by guys in a 4km radius in every direction. sleep. many more days of sleep left, and many more days of incoherency.

(its interesting, i don’t think i did it intentionally, but in line with the stuff i’m saying, i stopped writing the date as well)
Day 10
The highlight, yesterday, oddly on a very isolated island was shopping. something is going on, we’re getting just a bit too much of our own time and the commanders have increasingly been temperamental and short fused. Almost 15minutes looking at the mainland and watching my symbols of freedom [aeroplanes](omg lol) fly into changi, which is incredibly close [just across the strait], is quite a maybe heartening sight. Against the very emo backdrop, liberation is at 1645 hours on the 8th of May. It really can’t come faster. She left me a very, how to say, enticing message. I can’t wait to feel human warmth again, and in typical ‘Bryan’ fashion, I can’t wait to have nice only completely junk food.

Day 11
I suppose i really miss her. Even though as before she seldom fills the void inside me that demands attention, wants to be loved. Perhaps thats a bit too harsh. she really has been good to me, but i’m just really selfish emotional and spoilt thats why, and perhaps a little, maybe a lot more scarred than i thought i was weak, Bryan, weak, too much emotion. I wish i could expose myself to the full panorama of emotions i could feel before

Day 12
I want you to know you belong in my life, i love the hope, i see in your eyes – A1

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing -Aerosmith

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A BORING DAY
Hansen is writing on the opposite page. He’s mad

Stories from an age ago

So i noticed my little black book that they gave us in bmt, and i remembered that i used to keep a journal in it.
I suppose in some kind of emulation of my hero of poets Mr Owen, i attempted to log a diary during my time in bmt.
Unfortunately i gave up writing after a while, but was roughly consistent during the first 2 confinement weeks.
In a UNPRECEDENTED step, i shall share those journals here, word for word. gosh how my command of the language had de-proved. the words in parenthesis are my own written at this current point of time

Day 3 26/4/09

(this is really what it looks like. a date with no entry)

Day 4 27/4/09
Everything takes forever here, which is ironic to say the least. Its like gravity being exercised on time. 2 weeks that have never seemed any longer then it does now. Beyond the hours and minutes that confine these 2 weeks. (WHAT AM I SAYING?!) The reasons and purposes that were marginal to begin with are even more diminished. In the coming weeks the machinery will decline, there is no need to use it, with time rust, with rust decline. In all the emptiness that encapsulates the experience, there is no depth to any understanding that is employed. The days are not days anymore, days are merely minutes governed by a piece of metal attached to a long string of rubber.

Day 5 29/04/09
The truth is that the island probably is really beautiful. If it wasn’t for the horror of regimentation that caused me to realise it and forced this writing in the dark, it really is a nice beautiful place, few are the chances that are given to enjoy its beauty. You get all sorts here, and i’m not yet sure if I yet appreciate them, love is draining from my life. i miss yici more than i care to admit. secretly i’m just happy that i have someone to yearn for. It, really, i guess keeps me going

Day 6 29/4/09
-at least i’m getting more sleep than i usually do…at least
–drawn picture of what i imagine the phrase “tip of the iceberg” would be–

there probably are some positives, the food really isn’t that bad. For the most part. The best thing really suppose is that its free along with the loads of things that are open if i ever walk through those doors and i suppose some really interesting first aid stuff. writing really kills the time. its boring but hey its no more than doing more 4 page essays which on an island far away seems more like a far away dream than the chore it was before. I can’t really decide what to do when i finally do get to book out. it seems and endless times from now. endless. army i suppose is a patience exercising, calming stoning and thoroughly fattening experience. Give me an instruction manual, throw in the total monetary incentive and i’ll probably be more of a regimented soldier than i am now. its easy to see how daryl quickly lost his illusions on the army, yes, it is the camp i’ve been waiting for, but it certainly isn’t the experience of a lifetime, nor is it the life changing experience , kind of the same thing i realise. but it is as well lame and fucked up.

more to come.

Musings

Yes its been a while.

Its 2.07am i should be asleep with my hacking cough and almost non-existent voice.
just read xiangs little entry from dubai.
i guess, given that i haven’t really been anywhere really far, i really wonder how it would feel like to be in a totally foreign land on my own, for hours upon hours on end.
wonder if i will ever lead the life of having to jet to different meetings across the world and sit in airport lounges waiting for connecting flights.
wonder what i would do in that time =\
i kill time by listening to my ipod now, which i’m quite proud to say is working towards its first thousand songs (quite an achievement given that i refuse to download by the album)
but yeah, drinking coffee from starbucks outlets across the world, hoboing in various corners of the airport.

another random thought,

i guess with all the coaching i’ve been doing recently.
i actually did get an insight into what it would be like to teach, and in some ways, the different experiences each batch provides me have been…well interesting in good and bad ways.
never had a passion to teach, so i guess its a good thing that i’ve at least one experience that would come close to it.