Took to the pen on Monday, July 19, 2004...
Quite at a loss as to what to blog, been taking quite a bit of pictures of fireworks, random road shows, but nothing just seems to fit heh.
Hmm, long roads.
Chinatown.
How boring! Anyway, since my last entry, I've been to the stadium, kept tarpaulins, made my way to school on College Day, watched and snapped pretty fireworks + NDP photos, then to ChinaTown the next day, where we roamed around for an hour, sang for 4 hours, then played bridge, aptly above on a bridge.
And amazing how fast time passes. Especially when idling in front of the computer, which reminds me of a quote in a the book I've read recently, something along the lines of "You have to control the magic, and not let the power control you."
Think it's right, it seems like the computer is playing me sometimes -_-
And I want want the MPX200 phone! AHHH ahaha bleh but it's like so expensive you know :( Hopefully the Starhub promotion continues, this way the prices on auction will eventually be pushed down, or my plan on Singnet will expire and I'd change over to cable :D
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:23 a.m.
Quite at a loss as to what to blog, been taking quite a bit of pictures of fireworks, random road shows, but nothing just seems to fit heh.
Hmm, long roads.Low ceilings?
Chinatown.Mac @ e end of the tunnel
How boring! Anyway, since my last entry, I've been to the stadium, kept tarpaulins, made my way to school on College Day, watched and snapped pretty fireworks + NDP photos, then to ChinaTown the next day, where we roamed around for an hour, sang for 4 hours, then played bridge, aptly above on a bridge.
And amazing how fast time passes. Especially when idling in front of the computer, which reminds me of a quote in a the book I've read recently, something along the lines of "You have to control the magic, and not let the power control you."
Think it's right, it seems like the computer is playing me sometimes -_-
And I want want the MPX200 phone! AHHH ahaha bleh but it's like so expensive you know :( Hopefully the Starhub promotion continues, this way the prices on auction will eventually be pushed down, or my plan on Singnet will expire and I'd change over to cable :D
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:23 a.m.
Took to the pen on Saturday, July 17, 2004...
Withdrawing from my tired and unstirred form, i sense an unspeakable pallor hanging above me. it is not to be removed, for the SAF has placed its protective wards to prevent its removal. it expires in 606 days times, but i could ill afford this wait; instead, i had to act.
grabbing the magical scrolls of Full Body Checkup Reports, I rushed to the study, lit the candle with a wave of hand, and began scrutinising it for weaknesses in the SAF's bond to the ward spell.
i perused for days and nights, while the evil eating slowly into the depths of my soul, baring me to the onslaught of the army life. the body was strong and so was the soul, but it feeds on and brings it to their advantage, preventing my escape, beating me with my own strength. i now knew a frontal assault will be to no avail, the enemy's resources has no limits and knows no bounds.
i chanced upon a little known spell on the tiny corners of the scroll one day, labelled X-RAY RESULTS. and there it was, was it? perhaps it's the key to escaping the demon's thrall.
He sent forth his concentration into the magical scrolls, exploring, seeking, delving... and realised that he has finally found the one, an ancient relic of war used in the dark days of strife and conflict. Named "thoracolumbar scoliosis", it is one spell that might break the SAF's protective ward about dark spirits that hold back his way to a Downgrade; What of this mysterious artifact, you might wonder. It wields power of time and space, and when properly utilised may transform gold into time for the caster. Yet it is a fickle item, for it often takes as often as it gives; He will take the chance, he cares no longer, not anymore about his wealth (combat bonus).
And now, even as we pen this thread of present into eternity, setting it into the texts of history, he now searches the world for more information on the mystery spell; how powerful is it truly?
could it finally break through the SAF's defense? He believes that yes, though the SAF is strong and unassailable, therough deceit and lies, chao-genging (a magical potion brewed with the tail of sloths and the eyes of the koala), and powerful sorcerers called "External Specialists" who pens potent and mighty scrolls of binding spells to assist his fight against the Marshals of Order (Medical Officers) guarding the dark fires of the ward... can he finally marshall his forces, find his fonts of power, and break through the ward to claim the rich rewards that lay beyond it?
only timme will telll, and for future men to mark the passing and record, his epic struggle for freedom, truth, time and equality.
May the eventual waxing of the moon bring forth hope that's lost, reignite the flames in the hearts of the warriors, and blaze a moonstruck path through the cursed lands straight into the heart of the enemy.
"The fight has begun."
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 12:17 a.m.
Withdrawing from my tired and unstirred form, i sense an unspeakable pallor hanging above me. it is not to be removed, for the SAF has placed its protective wards to prevent its removal. it expires in 606 days times, but i could ill afford this wait; instead, i had to act.
grabbing the magical scrolls of Full Body Checkup Reports, I rushed to the study, lit the candle with a wave of hand, and began scrutinising it for weaknesses in the SAF's bond to the ward spell.
i perused for days and nights, while the evil eating slowly into the depths of my soul, baring me to the onslaught of the army life. the body was strong and so was the soul, but it feeds on and brings it to their advantage, preventing my escape, beating me with my own strength. i now knew a frontal assault will be to no avail, the enemy's resources has no limits and knows no bounds.
i chanced upon a little known spell on the tiny corners of the scroll one day, labelled X-RAY RESULTS. and there it was, was it? perhaps it's the key to escaping the demon's thrall.
He sent forth his concentration into the magical scrolls, exploring, seeking, delving... and realised that he has finally found the one, an ancient relic of war used in the dark days of strife and conflict. Named "thoracolumbar scoliosis", it is one spell that might break the SAF's protective ward about dark spirits that hold back his way to a Downgrade; What of this mysterious artifact, you might wonder. It wields power of time and space, and when properly utilised may transform gold into time for the caster. Yet it is a fickle item, for it often takes as often as it gives; He will take the chance, he cares no longer, not anymore about his wealth (combat bonus).
And now, even as we pen this thread of present into eternity, setting it into the texts of history, he now searches the world for more information on the mystery spell; how powerful is it truly?
could it finally break through the SAF's defense? He believes that yes, though the SAF is strong and unassailable, therough deceit and lies, chao-genging (a magical potion brewed with the tail of sloths and the eyes of the koala), and powerful sorcerers called "External Specialists" who pens potent and mighty scrolls of binding spells to assist his fight against the Marshals of Order (Medical Officers) guarding the dark fires of the ward... can he finally marshall his forces, find his fonts of power, and break through the ward to claim the rich rewards that lay beyond it?
only timme will telll, and for future men to mark the passing and record, his epic struggle for freedom, truth, time and equality.
May the eventual waxing of the moon bring forth hope that's lost, reignite the flames in the hearts of the warriors, and blaze a moonstruck path through the cursed lands straight into the heart of the enemy.
"The fight has begun."
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 12:17 a.m.
Took to the pen on Tuesday, July 13, 2004...
Bleh it's becoming a habit :p Everytime we're let off and have a few hours free before going back, I find myself in libraries, borrowing books and surfing the net heh. Yup nights off today! Essentially the first we had so far in army since... ever since, rather.
Just for the record, went pooling last Sunday, though it was originally intended to be a bridge session. Never really liked the thought of whacking balls against balls into ball-like holes, but it turned out amazingly... amusing. Ineptitude, mainly mine, and phrases like "Wah you play golf ah? (ie hit the white cue ball all over the table and ... into the hole), plus lots of novel ball "techniques" sent me rolling all over the place frequently :p Though hmm it seems that everyone else are hard at work in getting the balls into holes rather than laughing themselves silly.
Hmm maybe I should go eat dinner soon, look around for books to borrow, then... back to the mundane lifestyle of an armoured slave :)
And I'm finally back to the Singtel network; no more phone cards heh :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:34 p.m.
Bleh it's becoming a habit :p Everytime we're let off and have a few hours free before going back, I find myself in libraries, borrowing books and surfing the net heh. Yup nights off today! Essentially the first we had so far in army since... ever since, rather.
Just for the record, went pooling last Sunday, though it was originally intended to be a bridge session. Never really liked the thought of whacking balls against balls into ball-like holes, but it turned out amazingly... amusing. Ineptitude, mainly mine, and phrases like "Wah you play golf ah? (ie hit the white cue ball all over the table and ... into the hole), plus lots of novel ball "techniques" sent me rolling all over the place frequently :p Though hmm it seems that everyone else are hard at work in getting the balls into holes rather than laughing themselves silly.
Hmm maybe I should go eat dinner soon, look around for books to borrow, then... back to the mundane lifestyle of an armoured slave :)
And I'm finally back to the Singtel network; no more phone cards heh :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:34 p.m.
Took to the pen on Monday, July 12, 2004...
Yupz and back from NDP rehearsal, those people just refused to get off the tarpaulin cos they want to like go through the formations even after the event, so we had to sit there and stare forlornly at those performers while the rest just make their leave. Not too bad la, considering that at least it's very relaxing, in camp you'd probably have to worry and get stressed up about falling in everytime you've got free time :D
And noo didn't come up with a new layout, cos heh got involved in a game. Well I've stopped more or less since they took up so much of my free time, but when I saw it available for download and heard of much good comments about it I just had to play it ^_^
Bla. My contacts and all the smses! :(
Best be off, gotta go take photo or something :)
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:14 a.m.
Yupz and back from NDP rehearsal, those people just refused to get off the tarpaulin cos they want to like go through the formations even after the event, so we had to sit there and stare forlornly at those performers while the rest just make their leave. Not too bad la, considering that at least it's very relaxing, in camp you'd probably have to worry and get stressed up about falling in everytime you've got free time :D
And noo didn't come up with a new layout, cos heh got involved in a game. Well I've stopped more or less since they took up so much of my free time, but when I saw it available for download and heard of much good comments about it I just had to play it ^_^
Bla. My contacts and all the smses! :(
Best be off, gotta go take photo or something :)
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:14 a.m.
Took to the pen on Saturday, July 10, 2004...
Oh dear oh dear oh dear, it's still quite hard to believe that your items has just poofed like that, eh? It's like sitting there, opening your bag, fully expecting to see your phone and mp3 player, but just an empty air pocket where it should be O_O Ah well, two month's worth of pay gone like that, mmhmm think I'd be getting yet another n-gage, they're really getting cheap nowadays :p Mp3 player wise, not sure if I should get it at the same time or just wait for next pay day, don't really have a lot of money eh...
Arrived at stadium at 7.30am, folded the darn thing, then were let off at 9+am haha! My platoon went off to someone's house, but I really ain't in the right mood yet lol, so asked for directions to the most convenient library.
Got tempted at Mc before going there, so ended up a few bucks poorer and a hotcakes meal in my tummy :D Took the bus all the way to Toa Payoh, then decided to go play with the computers a bit wheeee tried to connect a relay station up with melvin to message chris but my stupid internet messenger crashed la... hiax. Think I should not eat lunch? Money's scarce man haha!
Hmm think I better stop, my multimedia account's getting pooor ooops.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:19 a.m.
Oh dear oh dear oh dear, it's still quite hard to believe that your items has just poofed like that, eh? It's like sitting there, opening your bag, fully expecting to see your phone and mp3 player, but just an empty air pocket where it should be O_O Ah well, two month's worth of pay gone like that, mmhmm think I'd be getting yet another n-gage, they're really getting cheap nowadays :p Mp3 player wise, not sure if I should get it at the same time or just wait for next pay day, don't really have a lot of money eh...
Arrived at stadium at 7.30am, folded the darn thing, then were let off at 9+am haha! My platoon went off to someone's house, but I really ain't in the right mood yet lol, so asked for directions to the most convenient library.
Got tempted at Mc before going there, so ended up a few bucks poorer and a hotcakes meal in my tummy :D Took the bus all the way to Toa Payoh, then decided to go play with the computers a bit wheeee tried to connect a relay station up with melvin to message chris but my stupid internet messenger crashed la... hiax. Think I should not eat lunch? Money's scarce man haha!
Hmm think I better stop, my multimedia account's getting pooor ooops.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:19 a.m.
Took to the pen on Wednesday, July 07, 2004...
0730: Lol, we just had area inspection, which involves our nice sergeant walking by the room, peering into the toilet, then telling us to do our own things :D
0830: Sigh just heard the schedule... My saturday is burnt! Burn with style somemore, not just a few hours, but ALL the way past midnight to 2am! Pleh...
1033: woah. In this two hours of inactivity i ate: 2 packs of oreos, 2 packs of yupi cola, 1 pack of cereal. I'm gonna get fat man! :p
1054: and sick as well it seems... Ack getting stomachaches, in and out of toilets, toilet rolls running out! -panics- yawn another day rolling by yet...
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:30 a.m.
0730: Lol, we just had area inspection, which involves our nice sergeant walking by the room, peering into the toilet, then telling us to do our own things :D
0830: Sigh just heard the schedule... My saturday is burnt! Burn with style somemore, not just a few hours, but ALL the way past midnight to 2am! Pleh...
1033: woah. In this two hours of inactivity i ate: 2 packs of oreos, 2 packs of yupi cola, 1 pack of cereal. I'm gonna get fat man! :p
1054: and sick as well it seems... Ack getting stomachaches, in and out of toilets, toilet rolls running out! -panics- yawn another day rolling by yet...
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:30 a.m.
Took to the pen on Wednesday July 07, 2004...
Oh dear, pulling tarpaulins is much tougher than one will think :p so so exhausted after it all, we had to shift and lay planks and plywood so that the wheeled implements (for lack of appropriate vocabulary) we use to move e tarpaulins will not damage the track, which they told us cost a thousand for every damage inflicted :(
Then there ain't enough planks! Had to keep shifting so that it can cover e tracks pleh. And! The darned canvas was so hard to move, each piece weighing nearly 300kg, totalling approx 2 tons :p wow eh, power of mass slavery. I couldn't keep the analogous image of masses of egyptian slaves building a pyramid from filling my mind; grand yes, but stupidly grand...
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:59 a.m.
Oh dear, pulling tarpaulins is much tougher than one will think :p so so exhausted after it all, we had to shift and lay planks and plywood so that the wheeled implements (for lack of appropriate vocabulary) we use to move e tarpaulins will not damage the track, which they told us cost a thousand for every damage inflicted :(
Then there ain't enough planks! Had to keep shifting so that it can cover e tracks pleh. And! The darned canvas was so hard to move, each piece weighing nearly 300kg, totalling approx 2 tons :p wow eh, power of mass slavery. I couldn't keep the analogous image of masses of egyptian slaves building a pyramid from filling my mind; grand yes, but stupidly grand...
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:59 a.m.
Took to the pen on Tuesday, July 7, 2004...
Essentially just slacking now, cos we've got ndp later and nothing on now. Seems like it's gonna be a long affair, ending at like past midnight for just a 45 minute event on the actual day. Sigh, pulling tarpaulins doesn't sound very glam eh? :p
Much as it was enjoyable a touch of unease still mars it. Wonder why, think i've become to used to hiding behind the mask of my online persona, but perhaps i've gotta learn to let go of the inner inhibitations built in :p
ooo realised i can send more than than three consequtive messages on my ngage :)
dunno how to put it, but essentially life still feels the same, sucky :p without proper things to pass time by it just feels like time is being wasted, just like a perpetual stream flowing from an unclosed tap... What can i do? What should i do? a helpless, senseless struggle of a drowning man with no other direction nor purpose than up.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:48 a.m.
Essentially just slacking now, cos we've got ndp later and nothing on now. Seems like it's gonna be a long affair, ending at like past midnight for just a 45 minute event on the actual day. Sigh, pulling tarpaulins doesn't sound very glam eh? :p
Much as it was enjoyable a touch of unease still mars it. Wonder why, think i've become to used to hiding behind the mask of my online persona, but perhaps i've gotta learn to let go of the inner inhibitations built in :p
ooo realised i can send more than than three consequtive messages on my ngage :)
dunno how to put it, but essentially life still feels the same, sucky :p without proper things to pass time by it just feels like time is being wasted, just like a perpetual stream flowing from an unclosed tap... What can i do? What should i do? a helpless, senseless struggle of a drowning man with no other direction nor purpose than up.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:48 a.m.
Took to the pen on Friday, July 9, 2004...
Haven't been blogging here of late as has been too lazy to connect, plus consumes quite an amount of bandwidth too, so might as well use the sms blogger first then post em later...
Yeah, back to the bus, which is a comfy long ride to the national stadium. Don't know why but it seems so peaceful and comforting to be on the darkness of the bus, as it chugs along on the road... Even the noise has a slight tinge of lullaby to it heh. Perhaps its just me, after 6 years of hour long rides back and forth school on buses, one'd just get used to it and even feel at home on one :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 06:07 a.m.
Haven't been blogging here of late as has been too lazy to connect, plus consumes quite an amount of bandwidth too, so might as well use the sms blogger first then post em later...
Yeah, back to the bus, which is a comfy long ride to the national stadium. Don't know why but it seems so peaceful and comforting to be on the darkness of the bus, as it chugs along on the road... Even the noise has a slight tinge of lullaby to it heh. Perhaps its just me, after 6 years of hour long rides back and forth school on buses, one'd just get used to it and even feel at home on one :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 06:07 a.m.
Took to the pen on Monday, July 5, 2004...
As habit, or a freak gene coded somewhere, I can always assure myself that there is enough time to get to whereever I want to go, until of course, when I realise there isn't time to go where I want to go :p
Which brings us to the problem of loose pants. Forgot the belt on one of my running trips to the train station, and after the adrenaline and rush of dopamine as associated with running, the "owowow" (for lack of better word) feeling near the kneecap started to make itself known to the upper consciousness of the brain. Looks quite bad eeps.
And wah liew I've been overcharged like how many many many times in NTUC! While I was merely mildly surprised at how cheap things are at the i-forgot-the-name-but-it's-the-hypermart-in-little-india, I was utterly shocked on sighting the Uncle Toby bars selling for like nearly $2, or 33% cheaper! Hmm once I know my schedule for the month of NDP I think I'm gonna pop by there again to restock my cabinet or something :p
My lights are playing tricks on me again. Flashing like disco and sizzling like a oil on platter, ain't exactly what fluorescent lamps are supposed to do, I think.
As the dreaded part of the week comes again,
Farewell sweet world, for I shall depart...
And return one day, of course,
Bags full of unwashed laundry, and drained batteries.
How unpoetic. But I've long realised mine's CMI, and poetry can't buy you lunch anyway.
And YAYS my aunt lent my dad the car! Can go there by car now, cuts transit time by one hour lehhh -WHEE!- Especially when I have most things already well prepared ^_^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 06:18 p.m.
As habit, or a freak gene coded somewhere, I can always assure myself that there is enough time to get to whereever I want to go, until of course, when I realise there isn't time to go where I want to go :p
Which brings us to the problem of loose pants. Forgot the belt on one of my running trips to the train station, and after the adrenaline and rush of dopamine as associated with running, the "owowow" (for lack of better word) feeling near the kneecap started to make itself known to the upper consciousness of the brain. Looks quite bad eeps.
And wah liew I've been overcharged like how many many many times in NTUC! While I was merely mildly surprised at how cheap things are at the i-forgot-the-name-but-it's-the-hypermart-in-little-india, I was utterly shocked on sighting the Uncle Toby bars selling for like nearly $2, or 33% cheaper! Hmm once I know my schedule for the month of NDP I think I'm gonna pop by there again to restock my cabinet or something :p
My lights are playing tricks on me again. Flashing like disco and sizzling like a oil on platter, ain't exactly what fluorescent lamps are supposed to do, I think.
As the dreaded part of the week comes again,
Farewell sweet world, for I shall depart...
And return one day, of course,
Bags full of unwashed laundry, and drained batteries.
How unpoetic. But I've long realised mine's CMI, and poetry can't buy you lunch anyway.
And YAYS my aunt lent my dad the car! Can go there by car now, cuts transit time by one hour lehhh -WHEE!- Especially when I have most things already well prepared ^_^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 06:18 p.m.
Took to the pen on Friday, July 2, 2004...
It seems ironic that after being sure of wanting this course of study for so long would i suddenly worry about my choice.
Sigh. Can't have e best of both worlds I guess, I want so hard to fight and clinch a better deal but as much as I don't have time now, I don't know how to go about it.
Feels sucky to see your friends having much freedom and free time when ü need it much too... but I guess we've gotta fight for time to really fully utilise it.
We're punished for being fit, healthy and studious.
Never swore so much in my life lol.
Must wait, bid my time...
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:56 p.m.
It seems ironic that after being sure of wanting this course of study for so long would i suddenly worry about my choice.
Sigh. Can't have e best of both worlds I guess, I want so hard to fight and clinch a better deal but as much as I don't have time now, I don't know how to go about it.
Feels sucky to see your friends having much freedom and free time when ü need it much too... but I guess we've gotta fight for time to really fully utilise it.
We're punished for being fit, healthy and studious.
Never swore so much in my life lol.
Must wait, bid my time...
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:56 p.m.
Took to the pen on Thursday, July 1, 2004...
Yep completed the infantry part of the training after one month of outfield... This week wasn't as bad as last week for the new OC has noticed the attrition rate of the men, ie the number of people falling out for injuries, and decided to tone down the intensity a little :p So next up will be armour training, where according to our sergeant means we get on our vehicles, sleep until we reach our objective, get out for a short assault, then go back to sleep :D
Ah freak gotta fall in for SAF day parade now, continue laters :)
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:44 a.m.
Yep completed the infantry part of the training after one month of outfield... This week wasn't as bad as last week for the new OC has noticed the attrition rate of the men, ie the number of people falling out for injuries, and decided to tone down the intensity a little :p So next up will be armour training, where according to our sergeant means we get on our vehicles, sleep until we reach our objective, get out for a short assault, then go back to sleep :D
Ah freak gotta fall in for SAF day parade now, continue laters :)
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:44 a.m.
Took to the pen on Monday, June 28, 2004...
Moving outfield again, and will only be back like 3 days later ack :/ brought in lots of food and candy this time haha so got quite a lot of er breaks to look forward to!
today's combat training was on arm locks, which indeed are more useful in practical life than just throwing punches in air :p and it helps a lot if your partner is cooperative and help guides you until ü get e hang of it ^^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:38 a.m.
Moving outfield again, and will only be back like 3 days later ack :/ brought in lots of food and candy this time haha so got quite a lot of er breaks to look forward to!
today's combat training was on arm locks, which indeed are more useful in practical life than just throwing punches in air :p and it helps a lot if your partner is cooperative and help guides you until ü get e hang of it ^^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:38 a.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, June 27, 2004...
So much to do, so little time.
Feels like so disconnected from the world. Really, feels like you're just a virtual and isolated entity.
Barely even had enough sleep, yet still had to squeeze every drop out.
Wants to catch up with everyone, but seems like though I'm on another planet or something.
Anyway, had much fun complaining at Chris house, met up together with a mutual friend, a primary school mate of mine.
You know why SAF has trees, grass patches and gardens? It's so that we'd have dead leafs to pick, tall grass to pull, and mud-choked drains to clear.
Ah, the highlight, gut-wrenching emotional declamation. Not to forget,
Chris: I must have been a good guy in my past life to get into my vocation.
Me: In that case, I must have been a psychotic mass murderer.
It's amazing how much we can remember about our early days, realised as we lay down and reminisced our primary school days.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:46 p.m.
So much to do, so little time.
Feels like so disconnected from the world. Really, feels like you're just a virtual and isolated entity.
Barely even had enough sleep, yet still had to squeeze every drop out.
Wants to catch up with everyone, but seems like though I'm on another planet or something.
Anyway, had much fun complaining at Chris house, met up together with a mutual friend, a primary school mate of mine.
You know why SAF has trees, grass patches and gardens? It's so that we'd have dead leafs to pick, tall grass to pull, and mud-choked drains to clear.
Ah, the highlight, gut-wrenching emotional declamation. Not to forget,
Chris: I must have been a good guy in my past life to get into my vocation.
Me: In that case, I must have been a psychotic mass murderer.
It's amazing how much we can remember about our early days, realised as we lay down and reminisced our primary school days.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:46 p.m.
Took to the pen on Thursday, June 24, 2004...
Gonna do section live firing tmr! :D though gotta wake up in like 5 hours time grr and wun be sleeping much tonight, as we'd have to clean all weapons before sleeping due to some unit idea about always ready or something like that :( hmm hope all goes well tmr, dealing with live ammo always gives the commander chills, and when that happen we probably would get heavy punishments for even slight breaches... Dun wan to lose anymore weekends :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:03 p.m.
Gonna do section live firing tmr! :D though gotta wake up in like 5 hours time grr and wun be sleeping much tonight, as we'd have to clean all weapons before sleeping due to some unit idea about always ready or something like that :( hmm hope all goes well tmr, dealing with live ammo always gives the commander chills, and when that happen we probably would get heavy punishments for even slight breaches... Dun wan to lose anymore weekends :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:03 p.m.
Took to the pen on Thursday, June 24, 2004...
Woah after three days three nights of outfield infantry training i'm finally on the comforts of my own bed... For about maybe two more hour only :( Just can't help like swearing in beat to every step of tactical movement or bashing through of forests... First day we walked all day practicing formations on all kinds of funny terrain, then well, continued it into the middle of the night, and more often past midnight... Ended later and later everyday sigh! Was already like sleep walking by then, there's this fog of semi consciousness blocking my vision, just stumbling along trying to keep up and awake at the same time. The next day was spent on other drills, again repeating what we did in the morning at night. Third day was on quick assault, and i was unfortunate to survive two out of the three times till the end, you know, being simulated dead is sometimes a better deal :p i mean, after bashing for over two hours through thick vegetation well past midnight, getting feet wet and soaked from river crossings, bashing in circles up to our objective cos the undergrowth is too thick... and the battle has not even begun. Growl. Then after it all you have to go treat the injured and attend to the 'dead'... $?~*&%!
And you know what compounds this situation?! There are those -bleep- signallers, medics, storemen, who after doing fatigue duties still have so much time to sleep, play chess, and horrors of horrors, study things, like books with the words Advanced Calculus prefaced~ grr! Ah well kind of believe in karma la, perhaps i've done bad things in the past life, and too much mean stuff this life too :p if not its really hard to reconcile the facts and sum up the figures :(
Memory's getting bad, or it has never been good? I never was able to remember faces and names well after about sec3, maybe even earlier back, and not exactly great and finding my way about roads about as well :( things are also beginning to elude me, like names of friends in bmt, where i last placed something (the increasing frequency in which the number of items i'm misplacing is scary)... Wah liew i hope i'm not suffering from memory loss already, reminds me much of the book Flowers For Algeron :. Better start working those grey matter before they poof or something...
Ks better get back to sleep lol i've only 90 minutes left for today :p before i go and spend the whole day cleaning my weapon :(
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:58 a.m.
Woah after three days three nights of outfield infantry training i'm finally on the comforts of my own bed... For about maybe two more hour only :( Just can't help like swearing in beat to every step of tactical movement or bashing through of forests... First day we walked all day practicing formations on all kinds of funny terrain, then well, continued it into the middle of the night, and more often past midnight... Ended later and later everyday sigh! Was already like sleep walking by then, there's this fog of semi consciousness blocking my vision, just stumbling along trying to keep up and awake at the same time. The next day was spent on other drills, again repeating what we did in the morning at night. Third day was on quick assault, and i was unfortunate to survive two out of the three times till the end, you know, being simulated dead is sometimes a better deal :p i mean, after bashing for over two hours through thick vegetation well past midnight, getting feet wet and soaked from river crossings, bashing in circles up to our objective cos the undergrowth is too thick... and the battle has not even begun. Growl. Then after it all you have to go treat the injured and attend to the 'dead'... $?~*&%!
And you know what compounds this situation?! There are those -bleep- signallers, medics, storemen, who after doing fatigue duties still have so much time to sleep, play chess, and horrors of horrors, study things, like books with the words Advanced Calculus prefaced~ grr! Ah well kind of believe in karma la, perhaps i've done bad things in the past life, and too much mean stuff this life too :p if not its really hard to reconcile the facts and sum up the figures :(
Memory's getting bad, or it has never been good? I never was able to remember faces and names well after about sec3, maybe even earlier back, and not exactly great and finding my way about roads about as well :( things are also beginning to elude me, like names of friends in bmt, where i last placed something (the increasing frequency in which the number of items i'm misplacing is scary)... Wah liew i hope i'm not suffering from memory loss already, reminds me much of the book Flowers For Algeron :. Better start working those grey matter before they poof or something...
Ks better get back to sleep lol i've only 90 minutes left for today :p before i go and spend the whole day cleaning my weapon :(
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:58 a.m.
Took to the pen on Monday, June 21, 2004...
Finally, the cogs and wheels of time caught up with me, the errant timebender. Me and dad missed the exit of the expressway and got lost, spent nearly half hour getting back our bearings, and arrived at comp horribly late. Well, it looks like one of my weekends are burnt away, just hope it doesn't get any worse.
So much for good luck garters. Hope bad luck streak doesn't continue, but they say that bad luck comes in packages of 3?
Woke up in the middle of the night, dreaming that I and Dad got lost again, though can't remember the exact details...
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:37 a.m.
Finally, the cogs and wheels of time caught up with me, the errant timebender. Me and dad missed the exit of the expressway and got lost, spent nearly half hour getting back our bearings, and arrived at comp horribly late. Well, it looks like one of my weekends are burnt away, just hope it doesn't get any worse.
So much for good luck garters. Hope bad luck streak doesn't continue, but they say that bad luck comes in packages of 3?
Woke up in the middle of the night, dreaming that I and Dad got lost again, though can't remember the exact details...
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:37 a.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, June 20, 2004...
And yes, yet again the reentry into camp 46 beckons. In about 40 minutes time, I must start preparations for the week stay in resort Gedong, and toil in the soil, our soil -rolls eyes-, culminating in yet another i-can't-wait-for-book-out end-of-week anticipation.
Seems to be trapped in like middle of highs and low. On one hand, there are these OCTs in the CO bunch, and on the other we have a bunch of ex-classmates whose vocations lies in the region like fitness instructors, band, storemen, police, and well yeah, then there are _malaysians_.
And our teacher we met in the train station, told us this little story of the manipulative aspects of life and how tiny little invisible threads bind everyone; how if you pull correctly and are connected properly, everything just falls in your path :p I did find a nice thread, but unfortunately, it comes just days after posting. WTH. Could have asked for like a better posting some where nice, you know, heh ^_^
Yeah yeah, everyone's telling me that it's good for me, how it builds your fitness character and whatnots. Amazing how farsighted everyone is in other's life, but ever so myopic in one's own. *sigh* All I see infront of me are series of bumps, and I can't see ahead of even the nearest one.
Well we all have dreams, dreams seem to flare up more strongly when you're in a situation like mine. Mainly my mind is divided into two processing camps, one concentrating on the task of finding problems with myself so I can get a nice posting out to some slacker unit, and the other hard at work trying to figure out what future path is best to be trodden by my weary feet.
Ok la, troo to say that what I'm going through now ain't that bad, I mean, compared to what's happening to a person in poor, despotic, godforsaken country. We still have barely edible food, accomodations, patience training (everyone learns to wait for the next weekend), and preparations for a probable future tyrannical superior.
Only probable good news is that, now having IPPT gold and SOC passed (8:22, 33 seconds ahead of the next fastest guy ^_-), I have no more tests for the other half of this year.
Yeah, spent 20 minutes already, guess I better stop :p
A weekend in short;
And celebrated Father's day with pizzas :) Also pigged out on junk food, grabbing some money and rushing down to gorge on chocolates, icecreams and crispies. Played bridge with the 60s while concealed under the escalators at PlazaSing B2, LAN at Shaw Towers, jog at West Coast. AMAZING double stroke of luck, when I forgot to bring my pants and got nearly confined; a friend who wasn't supposed to go went and lent me his. 2nd stroke takes too much to describe; so shall leave it as it is. 3 consecutive meals at LongJohns, taking the idea of fishing a little too far. Most importantly, dumped one side of the garters I've been wearing that was found in Tekong. Always had a bad feeling about it, it feels cursed. Things do seem to be improving, well, other than my memory, which is beginning to fail me often.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:17 p.m.
And yes, yet again the reentry into camp 46 beckons. In about 40 minutes time, I must start preparations for the week stay in resort Gedong, and toil in the soil, our soil -rolls eyes-, culminating in yet another i-can't-wait-for-book-out end-of-week anticipation.
Seems to be trapped in like middle of highs and low. On one hand, there are these OCTs in the CO bunch, and on the other we have a bunch of ex-classmates whose vocations lies in the region like fitness instructors, band, storemen, police, and well yeah, then there are _malaysians_.
And our teacher we met in the train station, told us this little story of the manipulative aspects of life and how tiny little invisible threads bind everyone; how if you pull correctly and are connected properly, everything just falls in your path :p I did find a nice thread, but unfortunately, it comes just days after posting. WTH. Could have asked for like a better posting some where nice, you know, heh ^_^
Yeah yeah, everyone's telling me that it's good for me, how it builds your fitness character and whatnots. Amazing how farsighted everyone is in other's life, but ever so myopic in one's own. *sigh* All I see infront of me are series of bumps, and I can't see ahead of even the nearest one.
Well we all have dreams, dreams seem to flare up more strongly when you're in a situation like mine. Mainly my mind is divided into two processing camps, one concentrating on the task of finding problems with myself so I can get a nice posting out to some slacker unit, and the other hard at work trying to figure out what future path is best to be trodden by my weary feet.
Ok la, troo to say that what I'm going through now ain't that bad, I mean, compared to what's happening to a person in poor, despotic, godforsaken country. We still have barely edible food, accomodations, patience training (everyone learns to wait for the next weekend), and preparations for a probable future tyrannical superior.
Only probable good news is that, now having IPPT gold and SOC passed (8:22, 33 seconds ahead of the next fastest guy ^_-), I have no more tests for the other half of this year.
Yeah, spent 20 minutes already, guess I better stop :p
A weekend in short;
And celebrated Father's day with pizzas :) Also pigged out on junk food, grabbing some money and rushing down to gorge on chocolates, icecreams and crispies. Played bridge with the 60s while concealed under the escalators at PlazaSing B2, LAN at Shaw Towers, jog at West Coast. AMAZING double stroke of luck, when I forgot to bring my pants and got nearly confined; a friend who wasn't supposed to go went and lent me his. 2nd stroke takes too much to describe; so shall leave it as it is. 3 consecutive meals at LongJohns, taking the idea of fishing a little too far. Most importantly, dumped one side of the garters I've been wearing that was found in Tekong. Always had a bad feeling about it, it feels cursed. Things do seem to be improving, well, other than my memory, which is beginning to fail me often.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:17 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, June 13, 2004...
On my way to 46SAR now... As my friend's dad is overseas I dun have anyone else to send me there, so... yup back to 965 now. When it comes to buses I'm still ever so risk-o-philic, having the unfortunate tendancy to trust that the bus will just be there when I reach there, which is of course uncorrelated to reality, resulting in much time related accidents :p
You know, after blogging so much that I've wanted to say, it feels like a lot better. It almost feels like you're writing for a futrue self to see and understand. And you know he'd understand; he's been through it all, no? :) I also have developed a (slightly) healthier approach towards my future, to let it come it whatever form it is and strive to make best use of the opportunity. If NS has taught me anything sofar it would be that no matter how bad your situation you can be assured that there is something equally bad or woese, waiting for its chance to trap and ensnare you. And in no matter how bad the situation there always is good to be sought and made of it you kept minds and eyes open.
Truly regrettable that my 31 hours out of camp has come to an end; but yet there still is another 31 hours waiting and upcoming. Shall let my optimism flag as high as possible, for I'd need plenty of it to tide me pass the week. Just hope I do nothing stupid to warrant myself a nice little stay in camp the next weekend.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:30 p.m.
On my way to 46SAR now... As my friend's dad is overseas I dun have anyone else to send me there, so... yup back to 965 now. When it comes to buses I'm still ever so risk-o-philic, having the unfortunate tendancy to trust that the bus will just be there when I reach there, which is of course uncorrelated to reality, resulting in much time related accidents :p
You know, after blogging so much that I've wanted to say, it feels like a lot better. It almost feels like you're writing for a futrue self to see and understand. And you know he'd understand; he's been through it all, no? :) I also have developed a (slightly) healthier approach towards my future, to let it come it whatever form it is and strive to make best use of the opportunity. If NS has taught me anything sofar it would be that no matter how bad your situation you can be assured that there is something equally bad or woese, waiting for its chance to trap and ensnare you. And in no matter how bad the situation there always is good to be sought and made of it you kept minds and eyes open.
Truly regrettable that my 31 hours out of camp has come to an end; but yet there still is another 31 hours waiting and upcoming. Shall let my optimism flag as high as possible, for I'd need plenty of it to tide me pass the week. Just hope I do nothing stupid to warrant myself a nice little stay in camp the next weekend.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:30 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, June 13, 2004...
_Yep, It has broken through the 700 barrier! :)
_Actually not that like I'm very happy to see days flow by just like that, never got the hang of growing up. As much as I'd like to see it get smaller, I just can't imagine being, say 20. Or 25. Or 30.
_Long time since last entry!
_We've been out in the field, practicing drills on how to fight effectively. Tiring I tell you, 'twas a 2 full day event, not stopping till well past midnight. AND we had to walk back in formation to camp from our training site, where we... cleaned weapons until the end of the 3RD day, midnight.
_I wonder how the rest of the days are gonna pass.
_Shall not dwell on the details, suffice to say it's not something I'd like to read back and remember.
_And straight after booking out went to look for a birthday present! My first original cd bought, and it's a present.
_Went to find the rest of the CO people after that, at City Hall, where we'd be having dinner before the concert.
_It always feel so weird to be amongst them, you see. Not that I'm rank-ist or something, but a bunch of OCTs when you're competiting with grass for the title of the lowest lifeform. Figuratively. But it always feels that way :p It's like, I don't really know what to talk to them about, and I don't wish to hear anything about "endure" or whatever.
_Just want to like really don't talk about army.
_Nothing at all with it. "Bridge?"
_Maybe it's still bitter resentment. Or utter disappointment. Despair.
_Feels like a waste of 2 years, which others can productively spend, while I lose it all to regimentation. Feels. I don't know what it will be.
_Reached there early, I don't know what's keeping me back from walking down.
_It's like both attraction and repulsion are acting simultaneously.
_Never was a good conversationalist, you see.
_If not about army, what else? "Cards?" Not easy.
_I just act tired. Ok I was very tired then, by chance of the intensive activities of late. But yeah, I just acted more tired.
_Though I still do enjoy being out with them all, just listening, listening. Not being Junyi. Someone else.
_There are obviously some more skills I need to pick up.
_Anyway went for dinner next, at Cafe Cartel. I never had ribs before, it didn't really taste anything special. Maybe I'm not meant to be a food connoisseur :)
_But it's scary, I feel like I'm losing bits of myself everyday. A block of wood, shavings all over the floor, chipping away, away, away... It's scary to find yourself no longer enjoying most things. Food no longer tempts me that much as before. I never gave two hoots about clothes nor image. Sitting in front of the computer despairs me as I want so badly to do something, anything but just don't know how to start. Music suddenly sounds like noise.
_Though yeah, it could be because I've listened to the radio nonstop while cleaning weapons. They repeat some songs many times a day, you know?
_As long as all around whom I care about is happy. At least some of it drains in, from higher potential to lower :p
_Maybe there's something wrong with me :D Army does that, I've heard.
_Anyway I've been mightily pleased with myself. Ha ha. I couldn't find any flowers, and there are no gift shops around, so with 10 minutes to the concert, I did what I do best - run. Run, run, run, past pubs, restaurants, bars, looking for anything resembling a gift. I thought about, maybe a cake(!) from the Coffee Bean as I ran past, but saw 7-11 around the bend. Ran in, saw chocolates, didn't fancy chocolates in a plastic bag as a gift. Saw hair accessories, -click-.
_5 minutes later, armed with different flavours of Hershey's chocolates, and 2 hairclips (with flowers on it!) and a hairband, a somewhat decent gift is born.
_It was 7.30 then. I ran ran ran like hell all the way back. Drats. Should have taken the tickets first before embarking on my mission.
Hey well, concert's good I thought, and I didn't manage to sleep even with the raw edge of tireness gnawing at me. Didn't really feel much throughout the concert though, feels like the sense of attachment and nostalgia and everything has already been felt so many times I'm inured to it already :) Memories have dimmed so much, only the emotions live through so far to manage to call in on me to have a cup of tea or two.
Maybe I've been expecting to do too much. But I'm afraid of not doing things well, as in when I grow up :p After all, I've not really any experience in being grown up ^_^
_Though yes, I miss it all so much.
_But you know, each Day is a hardworking fellow, taking over the shift from the previous Day on the dot, no more, no less.
_Time is a strong abrasive agent.
_Like unsychronised clocks, each living their own lives. _Even sychronised ones, some run for 86401 seconds, some 86399; and diverge of course.
_Feel like so out of touch. Like my clock is running too fast or slow.
_I bet it's slow.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 02:13 p.m.
_Yep, It has broken through the 700 barrier! :)
_Actually not that like I'm very happy to see days flow by just like that, never got the hang of growing up. As much as I'd like to see it get smaller, I just can't imagine being, say 20. Or 25. Or 30.
_Long time since last entry!
_We've been out in the field, practicing drills on how to fight effectively. Tiring I tell you, 'twas a 2 full day event, not stopping till well past midnight. AND we had to walk back in formation to camp from our training site, where we... cleaned weapons until the end of the 3RD day, midnight.
_I wonder how the rest of the days are gonna pass.
_Shall not dwell on the details, suffice to say it's not something I'd like to read back and remember.
_And straight after booking out went to look for a birthday present! My first original cd bought, and it's a present.
_Went to find the rest of the CO people after that, at City Hall, where we'd be having dinner before the concert.
_It always feel so weird to be amongst them, you see. Not that I'm rank-ist or something, but a bunch of OCTs when you're competiting with grass for the title of the lowest lifeform. Figuratively. But it always feels that way :p It's like, I don't really know what to talk to them about, and I don't wish to hear anything about "endure" or whatever.
_Just want to like really don't talk about army.
_Nothing at all with it. "Bridge?"
_Maybe it's still bitter resentment. Or utter disappointment. Despair.
_Feels like a waste of 2 years, which others can productively spend, while I lose it all to regimentation. Feels. I don't know what it will be.
_Reached there early, I don't know what's keeping me back from walking down.
_It's like both attraction and repulsion are acting simultaneously.
_Never was a good conversationalist, you see.
_If not about army, what else? "Cards?" Not easy.
_I just act tired. Ok I was very tired then, by chance of the intensive activities of late. But yeah, I just acted more tired.
_Though I still do enjoy being out with them all, just listening, listening. Not being Junyi. Someone else.
_There are obviously some more skills I need to pick up.
_Anyway went for dinner next, at Cafe Cartel. I never had ribs before, it didn't really taste anything special. Maybe I'm not meant to be a food connoisseur :)
_But it's scary, I feel like I'm losing bits of myself everyday. A block of wood, shavings all over the floor, chipping away, away, away... It's scary to find yourself no longer enjoying most things. Food no longer tempts me that much as before. I never gave two hoots about clothes nor image. Sitting in front of the computer despairs me as I want so badly to do something, anything but just don't know how to start. Music suddenly sounds like noise.
_Though yeah, it could be because I've listened to the radio nonstop while cleaning weapons. They repeat some songs many times a day, you know?
_As long as all around whom I care about is happy. At least some of it drains in, from higher potential to lower :p
_Maybe there's something wrong with me :D Army does that, I've heard.
_Anyway I've been mightily pleased with myself. Ha ha. I couldn't find any flowers, and there are no gift shops around, so with 10 minutes to the concert, I did what I do best - run. Run, run, run, past pubs, restaurants, bars, looking for anything resembling a gift. I thought about, maybe a cake(!) from the Coffee Bean as I ran past, but saw 7-11 around the bend. Ran in, saw chocolates, didn't fancy chocolates in a plastic bag as a gift. Saw hair accessories, -click-.
_5 minutes later, armed with different flavours of Hershey's chocolates, and 2 hairclips (with flowers on it!) and a hairband, a somewhat decent gift is born.
_It was 7.30 then. I ran ran ran like hell all the way back. Drats. Should have taken the tickets first before embarking on my mission.
Hey well, concert's good I thought, and I didn't manage to sleep even with the raw edge of tireness gnawing at me. Didn't really feel much throughout the concert though, feels like the sense of attachment and nostalgia and everything has already been felt so many times I'm inured to it already :) Memories have dimmed so much, only the emotions live through so far to manage to call in on me to have a cup of tea or two.
Maybe I've been expecting to do too much. But I'm afraid of not doing things well, as in when I grow up :p After all, I've not really any experience in being grown up ^_^
_Though yes, I miss it all so much.
_But you know, each Day is a hardworking fellow, taking over the shift from the previous Day on the dot, no more, no less.
_Time is a strong abrasive agent.
_Like unsychronised clocks, each living their own lives. _Even sychronised ones, some run for 86401 seconds, some 86399; and diverge of course.
_Feel like so out of touch. Like my clock is running too fast or slow.
_I bet it's slow.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 02:13 p.m.
Took to the pen on Wednesday, June 9, 2004...
Well things din turn out well, still remained as er infantry role. Can't expect it all to flow smoothly eh, but conservation la i'm sure everything balances out eventually.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 12:18 a.m.
Well things din turn out well, still remained as er infantry role. Can't expect it all to flow smoothly eh, but conservation la i'm sure everything balances out eventually.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 12:18 a.m.
Took to the pen on Monday, June 7, 2004...
Ah well gonna start our outfield activities soon :/ not exactly my idea of fun but heh :p shall practice conciseness, something seriously lacking in these entries, for i'm just but 5 minutes away. Doubt i can achieve it :p grin just felt so inspired by the 2~3 seconds, to make a layout :D says everything ya see, now just gotta divine a new layout! Ack just outside camp, gonna be a busy night, doubt can continue; nights all ^_^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:57 p.m.
Ah well gonna start our outfield activities soon :/ not exactly my idea of fun but heh :p shall practice conciseness, something seriously lacking in these entries, for i'm just but 5 minutes away. Doubt i can achieve it :p grin just felt so inspired by the 2~3 seconds, to make a layout :D says everything ya see, now just gotta divine a new layout! Ack just outside camp, gonna be a busy night, doubt can continue; nights all ^_^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:57 p.m.
Took to the pen on Monday, June 7, 2004...
As usual, squeezing the last few moments out of my free life :) I'm very very disturbed by the sudden loss of 13 hours from my life as I reached home, exhausted, after lack of sleep and incessant in/out of house. Didn't even notice the stars, didn't even go online. The bed just was a little to enticing :D
Ah well. Shrek was nice. And I maintain Harry Potter 3 was nice too despite much negative feedback :p Heh I always felt the first two didn't bring out much of Rowling's, plus somewhat awkward scene transitions and acting/scripting, this one was the one that captured* the essence of the book.
* my opinion
Well sad, I think I gotta poof! Shall continue, where I always blog then :)
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:46 p.m.
As usual, squeezing the last few moments out of my free life :) I'm very very disturbed by the sudden loss of 13 hours from my life as I reached home, exhausted, after lack of sleep and incessant in/out of house. Didn't even notice the stars, didn't even go online. The bed just was a little to enticing :D
Ah well. Shrek was nice. And I maintain Harry Potter 3 was nice too despite much negative feedback :p Heh I always felt the first two didn't bring out much of Rowling's, plus somewhat awkward scene transitions and acting/scripting, this one was the one that captured* the essence of the book.
* my opinion
Well sad, I think I gotta poof! Shall continue, where I always blog then :)
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:46 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, June 6, 2004...
Ok so passed out of trades course, which just probably means that i've just... -glances at watch- 708 days more to go, which is nothing depressing, just that the thought of how would i spend it productively boggles me. Big plans but unlikely to carry them out hmm.
anyway days has been a whirlwind of activities recently, going out with like everyone there for each of the four days, specifically platoon mates, class, co and family in that order lol. Hmm shall write more perhaps when i get home, or sadly more likely when i'M about to book in, for time is in short supply :)
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 02:32 p.m.
Ok so passed out of trades course, which just probably means that i've just... -glances at watch- 708 days more to go, which is nothing depressing, just that the thought of how would i spend it productively boggles me. Big plans but unlikely to carry them out hmm.
anyway days has been a whirlwind of activities recently, going out with like everyone there for each of the four days, specifically platoon mates, class, co and family in that order lol. Hmm shall write more perhaps when i get home, or sadly more likely when i'M about to book in, for time is in short supply :)
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 02:32 p.m.
Took to the pen on Wednesday, June 2, 2004...
Yes it's book in time again! The usual activities includes rushing to pack bag, rushing to close computer, rushing to fold the uniform, and culminating in the grand event : fighting with the Time Monster in its domain, striving to perfect control and exert mastery on this elusive 4th dimensional creature; and at the same time partake in the ritual Chase The Last Bus activity, a part and parcel of the final fight which I always have had won (ie catch the bus in time)... So far. I shall have to exercise extreme caution next time, for it's gradually winning bit by bit, bidding it's time...
hmm yup had AI main shooting range during my short hiatus, a little crazy as i din sleep for 30 hours, for after day and night shooting which ended at 1159, we went back to clean weapons which are covered with carbon residue brought about by a day of firing bullets :p slept only at 11am, sleeping only 90 minutes before going off for lunch. I tell ya the Night Star grenades, or illumination grenades, are v pretty! Phosphorus-based, it burns with a dazzling yellow light; when launched, it gives off a Whooshing sound, while cutting a yellow streak across the dark night sky in a lazy parabolic path, then bursting into a brilliant sphere of light, gently lighting up the ground below in a flickering illumination akin to the colour given off by the sodium lamps dotting our streets, before dying into a faint spark cast against the dark backdrop, leaving only a path of wavy smoke where the flare has swayed through on its parachute while leaving it's short but brilliant life...
oh anw back to reality... The next night i was so tired, i put down the phone after calling home and promptly fell asleep, only to be woken roughly the next morning as i almost overslept.
the lonely moon hangs on the overcast night, a sore reminder of the joyous countdown that began two weeks ago, that has been thwarted and torn from our grasp... It was then waning, now waxing, just like the change in our fate; And how i had wished it'd have stayed the way it was, instead of having me wince every night the solemn reminder presents itself. I cannot remember what it had been, how i managed to enthuse myself to prevent my apprehensive half from acting awkwardly, i wanted so badly to be natural that i had to revert to a safe image. And now, i can sense but i cannot see, the clouds are too thick they obscure me, I grasp on the past sometimes but they elude me, and well i suppose everythings meant to be?; Well i guess things never are as bad it seems, who knows my new posting would just be the one i need; yes, yes. Perhaps. Things certainly ain't as bad as i think, contentment has yet to elude me :)
yeah reaching my destination liao, so shall just end here :D
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:17 p.m.
Yes it's book in time again! The usual activities includes rushing to pack bag, rushing to close computer, rushing to fold the uniform, and culminating in the grand event : fighting with the Time Monster in its domain, striving to perfect control and exert mastery on this elusive 4th dimensional creature; and at the same time partake in the ritual Chase The Last Bus activity, a part and parcel of the final fight which I always have had won (ie catch the bus in time)... So far. I shall have to exercise extreme caution next time, for it's gradually winning bit by bit, bidding it's time...
hmm yup had AI main shooting range during my short hiatus, a little crazy as i din sleep for 30 hours, for after day and night shooting which ended at 1159, we went back to clean weapons which are covered with carbon residue brought about by a day of firing bullets :p slept only at 11am, sleeping only 90 minutes before going off for lunch. I tell ya the Night Star grenades, or illumination grenades, are v pretty! Phosphorus-based, it burns with a dazzling yellow light; when launched, it gives off a Whooshing sound, while cutting a yellow streak across the dark night sky in a lazy parabolic path, then bursting into a brilliant sphere of light, gently lighting up the ground below in a flickering illumination akin to the colour given off by the sodium lamps dotting our streets, before dying into a faint spark cast against the dark backdrop, leaving only a path of wavy smoke where the flare has swayed through on its parachute while leaving it's short but brilliant life...
oh anw back to reality... The next night i was so tired, i put down the phone after calling home and promptly fell asleep, only to be woken roughly the next morning as i almost overslept.
the lonely moon hangs on the overcast night, a sore reminder of the joyous countdown that began two weeks ago, that has been thwarted and torn from our grasp... It was then waning, now waxing, just like the change in our fate; And how i had wished it'd have stayed the way it was, instead of having me wince every night the solemn reminder presents itself. I cannot remember what it had been, how i managed to enthuse myself to prevent my apprehensive half from acting awkwardly, i wanted so badly to be natural that i had to revert to a safe image. And now, i can sense but i cannot see, the clouds are too thick they obscure me, I grasp on the past sometimes but they elude me, and well i suppose everythings meant to be?; Well i guess things never are as bad it seems, who knows my new posting would just be the one i need; yes, yes. Perhaps. Things certainly ain't as bad as i think, contentment has yet to elude me :)
yeah reaching my destination liao, so shall just end here :D
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:17 p.m.