<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:35:31.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ari 'The BobaJon' Kazari</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-1642572850459363544</id><published>2007-03-20T03:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:27:12.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Armageddon, This IS Hell</title><content type='html'>Clearing my block leave. Honestly, I'd rather be in camp right now. I miss life back on that god forsaken island. I have nothing here for me. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're trying to get to me but I need to be won over. I'm tired. Tired of everything that has happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-1642572850459363544?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/1642572850459363544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=1642572850459363544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/1642572850459363544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/1642572850459363544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/03/forget-armageddon-this-is-hell_5334.html' title='Forget Armageddon, This IS Hell'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-7534454473244018304</id><published>2007-03-20T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:27:10.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Armageddon, This IS Hell</title><content type='html'>Clearing my block leave. Honestly, I'd rather be in camp right now. I miss life back on that god forsaken island. I have nothing here for me. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're trying to get to me but I need to be won over. I'm tired. Tired of everything that has happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-7534454473244018304?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/7534454473244018304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=7534454473244018304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/7534454473244018304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/7534454473244018304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/03/forget-armageddon-this-is-hell_20.html' title='Forget Armageddon, This IS Hell'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-7730411971521622086</id><published>2007-03-20T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:27:01.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Armageddon, This IS Hell</title><content type='html'>Clearing my block leave. Honestly, I'd rather be in camp right now. I miss life back on that god forsaken island. I have nothing here for me. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're trying to get to me but I need to be won over. I'm tired. Tired of everything that has happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-7730411971521622086?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/7730411971521622086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=7730411971521622086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/7730411971521622086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/7730411971521622086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/03/forget-armageddon-this-is-hell.html' title='Forget Armageddon, This IS Hell'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-6132114173370948184</id><published>2007-03-10T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:54:06.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Could Just Be My Year</title><content type='html'>And to think I could just mind my own business. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-6132114173370948184?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/6132114173370948184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=6132114173370948184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/6132114173370948184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/6132114173370948184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-could-just-be-my-year.html' title='This Could Just Be My Year'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-8967120453425140157</id><published>2007-03-04T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:40:58.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Mama Was A Mighty Fine Lap Dancer</title><content type='html'>Gonna have to book in later at 8. Just went to Corporal Khalif's wedding just now. Hmm.. Sooner or later, it's going to have to be me up there. Maybe, I don't want to be up there. So now that I have my results in hand, I hope all things will go smoothly from here on. Currently considering signing on with the Army. But of course, this really depends on two things. Whether I make it to OCS and whether I can receive the Local Study Award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking to friends and family and trying to gain some perspective before I make this life changing decision. Reason for me to sign on would be that there's nothing and nobody here on this side waiting for me. I realised that when I'm in camp, there are times when I do feel isolated and alone, but I can always just step outside of my bubble and I won't be alone already. There are always a ready pool of friends to talk to. Friends who are going thru the same shit as you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me hesitant to sign on would be that, there are still alot of things for me to do. Playwrighting. Songwriting. Music making. Everything! Maybe, I could probably do all these stuff at a later stage of my life, but I'm wondering, would it be too late by then? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, I wait. I hope you realise what you're doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a tin soldier boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-8967120453425140157?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/8967120453425140157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=8967120453425140157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/8967120453425140157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/8967120453425140157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-mama-was-mighty-fine-lap-dancer.html' title='Your Mama Was A Mighty Fine Lap Dancer'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-4243074710335066961</id><published>2007-03-01T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T07:32:54.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me A Hoo-Ha, Soldier!</title><content type='html'>Next week will be the last week of BMT for me. It has been a blast. The whole freaking 9 weeks has been a blast. We've all gone through so much together, going from strength to strength, overcoming all odds and challenges to be at where we are at now. After this, we will all go our separate ways. Some of us, will go on to Command School. Some of us, will proceed on to do their vocational training and then posted to their separate units. It is indeed sad to think of such parting. Come what may, Officer, Specialist or Rifleman, we must all not forget that we are all warriors of the same clan. Each one of us, this I'm sure of, has sweated and bled for the other. I consider it a blessing and an honour to have spent a portion of my short life on this green Earth of God serving my nation alongside with men of this calibre and spirit. I can only hope that I will be given the honour again to serve my nation alongside these men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a tin soldier boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-4243074710335066961?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/4243074710335066961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=4243074710335066961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/4243074710335066961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/4243074710335066961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/03/give-me-hoo-ha-soldier.html' title='Give Me A Hoo-Ha, Soldier!'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-6671558039205521125</id><published>2007-02-25T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:51:16.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me, Ben And Jerry.</title><content type='html'>I admit that I'm just a tin soldier boy, so I won't for a second pretend as if I know the words of magic that can make you smile, cheer and feel a whole lot better instantaneously. Sometimes it feels as if I'm running out of words to even articulate these thoughts and feelings and looking up the dictionary, thesaurus or the encyclopedia for the right words to say just doesn't help cause neither of them got a section on winning your heart. But if there's something that I do know for sure is that I want to be there for you and tell you the things that you want to hear, to mend your wings and let you soar free amongst the stars without fear. And if you should ever fall back down, I'll be here to catch your fall and keep the world and their jaded words away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a steadfast tin soldier boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-6671558039205521125?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/6671558039205521125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=6671558039205521125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/6671558039205521125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/6671558039205521125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-me-ben-and-jerry.html' title='You, Me, Ben And Jerry.'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-5802439026958632290</id><published>2007-02-24T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:08:50.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battalion On Alert</title><content type='html'>And so I went to the place where we were supposed to meet and waited there just as a steadfast tin soldier boy is expected to. And as I stood there waiting I saw the world pass me by. I felt sad and realised that this must be what it feels like to be back from a tour of duty. You go back to a place that's called home but doesn't feel like home at all. You know everything by name but it just doesn't feel the same. So I just stood there. And I waited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't mind the wait. I was happy to be waiting. I know it's weird, but I was happy to be waiting. =) She makes me happy! She never fails to make me feel better everytime I'm feeling down and out. Like all those times when I'm struggling during my route marches, I just form a mental image of her in my mind and there you go! Hey presto! Recruit Bobajon keeps on marching on and on up till the finishing line! Hoo-ha soldier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a happy tin soldier boy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-5802439026958632290?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/5802439026958632290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=5802439026958632290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/5802439026958632290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/5802439026958632290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/02/battalion-on-alert.html' title='Battalion On Alert'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-1338882717346183889</id><published>2007-02-24T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:44:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday</title><content type='html'>As of today, I'm 20. Can you imagine that? 20. And as always, I've spent the last few days of being a year younger reflecting on what I've done for the past year that could have possibly merited another year's extension. Currently I'm at a loss of words. I'm probably just tired. Maybe I'll be able to blog more later in the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness! Looking forward to breakfast~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a tin soldier boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-1338882717346183889?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/1338882717346183889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=1338882717346183889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/1338882717346183889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/1338882717346183889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/02/irony-of-dying-on-your-birthday.html' title='The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-7170904782164069793</id><published>2007-02-24T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:11:27.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never The Same Bitter Fall To The Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thoughts of you approach stealthily&lt;br /&gt;Waking me up in the depths of the night&lt;br /&gt;And as I lay in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Uninterrupted&lt;br /&gt;I wait here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from outfield training. Yeah! I'm done with the outfield component! Really shagged out. Like really man. But I'm sure I'll be up again pretty soon! Woots! Right now I can't write much cause I have to be off! But when I'm back later tonight, I'll write more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of things to say, but sometimes even words fail me. And I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Ekamatra called to say that they are looking into the possibility of staging one of my piece. Really pleased to hear that. I guess things are looking up again. Positive energy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, of the 50 people in the whole platoon I am the only one to have been promoted in terms of my duty assignment. I've been promoted from being the Armskote 2IC to the Armskote IC, which is actually nothing positive. Cause it just means I'm in for it big time. Dieded. Oh well! Okay... I shall blog more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a tin soldier boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-7170904782164069793?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/7170904782164069793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=7170904782164069793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/7170904782164069793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/7170904782164069793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-never-same-bitter-fall-to-ground.html' title='It&apos;s Never The Same Bitter Fall To The Ground'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-2847830218453731231</id><published>2007-02-18T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:47:52.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grim Reality That We Will All Have To Age And Die</title><content type='html'>First thing we did yesterday was to go to my brother's grave. My family makes pretty regular visits there. It brings one peace of mind just to be there. I myself haven't got the time to be there on a regular basis due to the fact that I'm serving my NS offshore but nonetheless, when the opportunity arises I do make sure I go for it. Hello my brother, it's been awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home, changed and then went to Gong Xi Fa Cai our relatives. There really isn't much to be done except to eat nuts and more nuts lah. After that the family went to the beach. Spent some time there before they sent me off to Kallang where I met up with San San and Yuhan to lay down my bass track for Get Off The Grille, B! Hardcore lah. I.. Like... Recording can be pretty stressful, that I can say, especially playing a song that I've yet to play before. So yeah. But it was exciting. Looking forward to finish recording our demo EP. Technically, we ought to be recording that like sometime in March during my 2 weeks block leave. Theorethically, we're going to have about 5 songs on the EP. So that's exciting! So far it's: In2ROE, Running On Empty, Chinatown Circles, Nine of Hearts, Same Mistake For A Second Chance and Get Off The Grille. I think ar. But of course, it'll be subject to changes. Which I really don't mind actually. As long as we get that EP in hand I'm happy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's my birthday week already. By Sunday, I'd be a kidult of the age of 20. I've been dying for the past 20 years already. It's gonna be an exciting birthday week cause... I'm booking in tomorrow and on Wednesday I'll be going outfield again. This time for three days. So ought to be exciting. I'm thinking.... Will I get to book out on Friday or Saturday? Hmm.. I hope it's on a Friday lah so that I can have more time to spend! Whoopee! But if Saturday... then Saturday lah~! As long as I get to spend my birthday doing things that I wanna do instead of carrying out orders, I'm a-OK! Actually, I kinda like the Army life. Considering signing on with the Army. But honestly, I wouldn't mind getting posted to the Police Force after BMT. At least I'll be much closer to home and stuff and it won't be so tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking of watching Phantom of The Opera. But.. hmm.. Worried about the dates. What's more if I keep on procrastinating, I might not be in time to get the seats I want. So yeah... Must be quick about this. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could span my arms to reach the ends of the universe, I'd rearrange the stars to have them say that I love you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-2847830218453731231?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/2847830218453731231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=2847830218453731231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/2847830218453731231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/2847830218453731231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/02/grim-reality-that-we-will-all-have-to.html' title='The Grim Reality That We Will All Have To Age And Die'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22037985.post-7277241400658523891</id><published>2007-02-17T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:44:07.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Tin Soldier Boy</title><content type='html'>I suppose this shall be the first post. I had inhibitions about setting up this blog actually. But I figured that I probably needed an outlet to vent out all my frustrations, though honestly I don't want the world to see me. It's that paradoxical feelings and dilemma that everybody faces I suppose. Maybe it's because they won't understand. Or maybe that's what I'm thinking. Maybe there are others out there who are going thru things just like me or maybe worse. I don't know. Or maybe, I don't wanna know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I miss her. But how can one miss someone that isn't theirs to miss in the first place? But yet she's right here in my mind, a sweet distraction from this cold, dark and dank world. She brings respite that calms my soul. She's like music that soothes the savage beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArPee's been going on fine and dandy and I'm happy for that. At least two shows are confirmed. Got offered several other shows but had to turn them down due to the tight schedule that we have to adhere to. But we're right now in the process of getting a demo done so that's good. I sorta heard the latest version of 'Get Off The Grille, B!' with the new second verse added on and I must say that it sounds sweet! So yeah! Can't wait to play that! Right now all I can do is to just keep on penning those thoughts and feelings into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;He stands there alone. Just a Tin Soldier Boy. Hoping that She hears Him. Praying that She does. Cause She's the angel above Him, gazing down on Him from Her heavenly sill, holding orbit around Him. Living for Her smile, dying for the feel of the zephyr from Her wings. Perfection. He couldn't ask for more. Everything's perfect. As they should be, as they are. But only to Him. She's perfect. All that he could ever ask for and everything more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22037985-7277241400658523891?l=bobajon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/feeds/7277241400658523891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22037985&amp;postID=7277241400658523891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/7277241400658523891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22037985/posts/default/7277241400658523891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobajon.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-suppose-this-shall-be-first-post.html' title='Just A Tin Soldier Boy'/><author><name>Johnny Jon Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
