Where balls float, and rackets smash..

We'll dance when we want to dance,
And skip when we want to let free,
Drink and eat like theres no other meal,
we're all part of a greater master plan.
And we sometimes have no say in it.

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I am begginning to fall sordidly in love with tennis.

For the rarest moments.. i'm actually follwing ATP very closely.. woohoo! the two chinese babes won the ATP doubles grand slam! hurrah for chinky chongs! haha

Lenny is a very very good coach.. he is soooo patient.. and sooo nice.. i really enjoy having tennis lessons with him.

The morning weather these days are really lovely.. i like the sun very much.. though i'll miss the cold "winter" season.

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Ate Gu Bak Kway Teow with some friends at geylang yesterday.. the first time i'm there.. seriously.. haha.. the last time.. was supposed to go with clement.. and we didn't know where the hell it was.. hahaha..

anyway.. me and hongxuan were like walking at the back.. while the rest were walking infront, and we were playing the Rating Game.. hahaha.. we rated the Pros out of 10 stars.. the best we saw that night was 4 stars.. and the worse was like. negative 100 stars..

i feel like walking up to them and say: Eh.. you so ugly.. YOU STILL OWE ME STARS!! haha.. so bad.

But in contrast.. it is a reflection of the degradation of the human society. Where human flesh, a handmade creation of G-d, is being reduced into an emotionless object. And the act of love, and the celebration of life, has transformed into plain carnal pleasure.

It is sad indeed.

We should pray for them.

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Lucy perched on her plastic red stool outside her joint, lit up with red light. The long corridoor beckoning from the entrance. An entrance of pleasure and respite from the renegade world.

She fiddled with her nails.. scratching on the peeling polish, time to time, looking up, and giving prospective customers an interested eye as they would call it.

Flirtatious? I would not believe so. It was more of a trick of the trade that lucy had to endure giving out to male passerbys who no more then wanted to grasp her full bosoms and conjoin with her body in pure carnal ecstacy.

Lucy felt numb, her winks listless, and her flrty eyes rehearsed and dry.

There was no feeling that she could afford. No emotion she could pay.

Night after night, she perched precariously on her stool, decked out in the finest attire her 100 dollar nights can afford her. A revealing haulter, and an all too miny skirt with cheap makeup from the Sasa shop down the street.. That was all she could afford.

She never did had a choice. No one would choose such a route she thought. But there was always a story, a circumstance, an action, that lead to this reaction. Her willingness to sit on a shelf, and promote herself like a merchandise.

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She laid on the bed.. her eyes staring at the peeling ceiling. The sound of the cars zooming by and the flash of headlights ran over the headboard of the bed. The musty smell of the leaking aircon and body juices of her multiple clientele inflammed her nose.

Oh how she hated and detested it.

She moaned. And groaned. More like a grumbling dog then a cat in heat.

The rocking motion of her large client, over shadowing her. She felt no feeling. No emotion. No pain. Only an object rubbing against her body, and a pair of hands grasping her bosoms.

She could not fight back.. neither can she say no.

The client was increasing his rhythm, and she felt a slight pain. Her moaning tone changed.

She had no thought... but rather, she was staring at her red tinted dark surroundings.. like a thought within a space, but without the lightness of a carefree soul. She had no emotion. She had no ovaries.

At last. The client was done. He rolled over, panting in exhaustion, and Lucy began to adjust herself into a comfortable position.

Her legs felt sore from bending in such an awkawrd manner. Her groin felt hot. She sat up and began pulling up her stockings.

The client grabbed her bosom from the back. She fought back with expletives, claiming that the session is over.

The client threw 2 50 dollar notes on the bed..

She dressed up, melancholy took the notes, and left the room..

Not once did she see her client. She never saw him, nor just look at him. But never really acknowledge his presence as her lover, or the person giving love. There was no love.. there was only pleasure, for her client.

She never looked into his eyes, nor bothered to analyse his facial features. He, to her, was only one who will provide her with money for the next few days, by the exchange of sorority and pseudo chastitiy.

She never felt guilty.

She couldn't cry.

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More often then not...

Its been a freaking tiring week. I don't think i've felt more sore, or had a more strenous week since. since. since... i was a cadet.

alas. its friday.

looking forward to some good rest and relaxation over this super long weekend. really need to recover from everything.

Cus this hand is sooo leeetle.. and this haands sooo huuuuge..

Feelings are what women have... and they come from their ovaries..

hello hellooo.....

I noticed that if i just keep quiet. and don't talk. Things get. a little. chilly, sometimes.

Anyway. Its my 1 year anniversary as an officer for me. which means, promotion is in less then a week's time.

Happy Officership to me... Happy officership to 43rd FAOCC...Happy officership to 55/04. Yay.

This isn't something new. But i've a very bad habit. I like to be busy. I hate being free.. and having nothing to do.. especially at work. i hate sitting around doing nothing (lest i choose to) and i like doing stuff.. just keep doing. and doing. and doing. and doing. its bad.

Nevermind. It feels like i owed the battalion somehting in my last life.

Tired. watched too many youtube movies on the Inet.. and played too many virtual tennis games on PSP.

I'm in love with PSP. i feel so bad for my ipod.. its like stuck in my drawer in the office right now. i could sell my cello for a psp if. if. i'm crazy enough. don't bet on it.