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Saturday, February 03, 2007

Boots

I drove to Changi Village again today. There is another side of the beautiful atmosphere I mentioned last night. It reminded me of the stay on Tekong. Because we always had to pass that place on the way to Tekong, it gradually became a symbol of heavy-heartedness. Today, as I drove down that narrow road, I was again reminded of my promise to treasure all that I have. This is where the boots come in. Everytime I am unhappy, I will look at the photo and all of that unhappiness is gone. Compared to the situation I was in before, the present is so much better.


Dear Ms Boots,
You have been my friend throughout my journey of growing up. You first saw me when I was sad boy on enlistment day. You slept under me for 2 years, hearing my smses and dreams. You have fought with me in the thickest of jungles and through the toughest of training. You have even smelled my hongkong feet and not once did you complain about it. You supported me all the way when I was enduring the endless marches and protected me from insects, stones and thorns. You've seen me when I was at my very best and you must have been proud of me. I am sorry I didn't take good care of you when I was at the peak of training, causing you to fall into a state of disrepair. I was an idiot, preferring sleep over you. Now that you are helpless, lying there in that lonely corner, I feel ashamed. When the day that you have to be recycled back to Earth comes, please know that I will remember what you taught me for life. How things cannot be taken for granted, how to be content with what I have, how success must be achieved, and how much determination is needed for it. Thank you.

Love,
Your Owner,
Big Foot.

You know me so well SY...that sometimes it is scaryyy...HAHA! You are my medicine dear friend, and I am almost cured. I needed someone to hear me out that's all, but if you know me, you will know that I won't give up so easily. Thank you!

I've blogged too much this weekend. Actually it is the aftereffect of bottling up all my words the whole week. I need to explode. Many thanks for listening to this explosion.