perfect earth song

booking in at 1845.
mom and hammy-d sent me off at Pasir Ris.
sheesh. i left home at like 1615.
dang. why must it be so far.


"there you are, standin there"


the 10 minute ferry ride from mainland to tekong never fails to instill joy and anxiety to us recruits. its forever noisy and full of chatter.
i've gotten over the fact that i'm a bully target.
in fact now, i am a blurter hurter.

i'm freaking honest in my bunk.
and im straightforward.

"why are you so dumb? are you sure you're going to university? do you have a brain" i shouted to dominic. he's a nerd


"kueh lapis! why your body got so many layers? how come your nipple is drooping down?" i commented at shiv


"how come you head is larger than a human head?" i asked Rasheed in front of everyone.


because i pick up the flaws of others and magnify it before they start attacking me first.


"at least i dont need to go for swimming lessons" rasyid said to me sarcastically

"well i'll see you trailing behind me during 2.4 then. oh ya. i run faster than any of you" i replied back with sheer arrogance.
and no one dared to challenge my statement.

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