From an island far away

July 23, 2011

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