Rekindled Flame
My whole body is bloody aching
From the recurring fever
From the lack of rest
From trying to test the endurance and limitation
Of the physical self that has been damaged
By years of neglect and abuse. Gah!
Was half wishing that Mr Gan was there to shout
"COME ON DIANA!RUN!!!"
It was rather irritating then to have somebody constantly at your back yelling when you slack off.
But right now it would be so welcome.
Well at least I’m not the one whose NAPFA test is in three weeks.hehe.
My poor I-HATE-JOGGING/I’M AN AIRHEAD JUST TO FOOL YOU sister had demanded that I accompany her…at TWO-bloody-AM…to start training for her interview for a position in…the ARMY!?
Right.
One IS already a firefighter…and not the kind that sits in the office and do paperwork…a WOMAN in-charge of a group of MEN and leads the way when duty calls…
The most feminine out of the three (and it is definitely not me)who had applied to be a air-stewardess has instead gotten the interview for…the A.R.M.Y. Another male-dominated territory.
god…life is so weird sometimes…
And I wish her and sayang all the best for their upcoming interviews:)
Had spent the past few days in a dream-like state…
Singapore actually still has places left to be explored…oh my god! 
Slowly readjusting to the place that I had left and suddenly everything was not as bad as it seems…
The walk down Orchard Road brought back a myriad of memories. And the love shared was so addictive. Through all the years…
The reminiscing, the familiarity that had not dissipated over the years gone…
The night breeze …and the adrenaline rush that had been so missed and yearned for..
And
Beneath the half moon lighting the dark sky
By the silent river that reflects the life that has become nothing but snapshots in the mind…
A rare moment shared between…
Somehow the feelings felt need not be put into words
Tranquility…
and we both forgot our realities as we journeyed back through the past
As we left…
"A flame that has been blown out can always be rekindled."
If only…
Slowly leaving the excess baggages that had been weighing down and learning to let go…feels like an impossible mission. sigh
Everything happens for a reason and sometimes the worst thing that happened is a blessing in disguise…
An eventful week.
Thank you.
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