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Counting... Counting.. n still counting.. I believe that wat everyone doing daily. Although, we might not be seeing each other everydays.. then at the least we shared and does the simliar actions.. Breathing, seeing, hearing, counting and others..

Counting.. been counting alot for the past few days.. Counting down the days in air force sch.. and the number of days left with my bunk mates.. Well, they are branch of good guys.. Alien aka Alvin, YK aka Yukuan, Da chi aka Tommy. All them had their unqiue identities and characteristic. Especially when they are deeply aslp in night.. the orchestra begin.. Tommy specialise in blowing instrument - snore.. Alvin specialise in per-cast-ion (dunnoe how ti spell) - banging his head against the metal wardrobe and YK, he play hmm... sax hmm perhap he the lead ba.. coz he would spk in his tongue language (dunnoe if his dreaming, hang3 bean2 >> Hokkien).. Then me.. one sheep over the wall.. two sheeps over the wall... san zhi mian yang.. n..n...n..n.... sorry hor dun work.. dun see z coming into the story...

Sigh.. I not sure I suffered from insomnia or wat..I coudldn't get to slp.. Thinking, if it happen again this wk.. I will seek for medication help liao... Initially... I thot it got to do with me resting in the evening after my duty, tt y i couldn't slp in nite.. but not the case. So i thot it could be me not doing exercise.. hmm no.. not this too.. then the orchestra.. so moved to another bunk, hmm.. still no.. y leh..

now.. counting 1..2...3..4..5..