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Monday, April 24, 2006

Although i haven't posted much here, i make up for my lack of typing with some writing. Of course, with writing, i write more personal stuff and feelings down. Not that i don't dare to tell people or what not but i just don't feel comfortable laying myself bare.

Anyway, last thursday i read the forum page of Straits Times and a particular paragraph caught my eye. "We're looking at a 'what-you-can-do-for-me generation. It is transactional and there is no gratitude." Particularly, the part on no gratitude That is exactly, if not a mere part of, what i see in NS. With various exceptions, the rest are all like that. I hope dearly that i am not what i hate so much...

AND!!! I think i love travelling. Maybe its cos i sua ku or what not. Don't ask me why but right now, I just wanna travel around the world and open my eyes to the beauty and wonders of the lands beyond singapore. I want to see and discover new things!!! Maybe I never found this trait out because my parents had never brought me on trips before, but thats one of the things i really wannna do right now. Of course, with a couple of friends :).

Out, but not gone
Wishing...; 4/24/2006 12:39:00 AM

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I look back: the sun-baked railway tracks are hidden
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Chasing, chasing the fading vapor trails
The signal is given too early- we start laughing
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