Like a baby stuck in a pipe, I feel like my head being decapitated from my body. Now I'm afraid to even take the lift.Taking about leave, I think I should apply my leave and just get away from work and away from Singapore and move closer to home, United Kingdom of America. Yes, a brand new country where the British and the American can meet and united and speak in one common accent. No, Australian are not allowed! I am currently learning French by learning off a book which I borrowed from the library. Yes, it is interesting to read and no, I'm not catching up fast. Maybe I should take French lesson for my E-Prep online learning! It's always a goal of mine to speak a language or three and french is just too sexy to resist. Bonjour. The one with the final stretch, oh yes, I'm left with 3 more months before I kiss national service goodbye on the lips. Maybe french it because by then I'm able to. Heh. 2 more months and 12 days till I start school in NTU and ADM is awaiting me and I am awaiting patiently for Hari Raya.
Like an empty train, my thoughts are heading to a direction where I don't want to go but I have to because it's for my own good. Like an empty train, I travel back to back at the same place at different speed and I come back full circle again. Like an empty plane, mainly because I book the whole flight to myself and invite all my ideas on board SQ911. Before we crash on some building at Antarctica, I put on my jacket and my parachute and parachute out of the plane and into the icy cold water. That's where I turn into a polar bear and I caught my first fish and sadly, my first cold. Looking at my paws, why in the hell am I looking at my paws when I had hands and palms a few moments ago. That's when I realise, I have turned into a polar bear and even though I'm white, I'm still a Malay deep inside. So I make myself a corner for me to rest and sleep, a place to call home, in the cold Antarctica, with some ice blocks. That's when I realise that I am actually, a therianthrope.
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