teeny mind

January has come and gone and there's but four months left before I get the hell out of the SAF.

My mind's in a mess now, thinking of all the things I have to do and in which particular order. Sleepless nights are the norm. Apprehension, excitement, fear, doubts, confidence, and all the assorted feelings whirl through my mind every time I lay my head upon the pillow.

I can be your hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

I hope you still remember I exist and somethings between us should be worked out ultimately.