Took to the pen on Friday, December 31, 2004...
Right, I'm writing this on the 1st of 2005, but shall file this under 2004 anyway :)
Watched Kung Fu Hustle with Mel Chris and Bird on Xmas day, was supposed to be preceded by a large dinner reminiscent of s60 last year's Xmas "feast", but poor turn out resulted in the cancellation. Had a mini present exchange as well, got a waist pouch, mel got a cookbook, chris a palm and lennon some kind of wine book :) The show's not bad in retrospect, i guess ^^
Booked out on wednesday night after first year anniversary parade, had to rush back the next morning, a bit stupid eh lol .. spent the entire thursday practising and rehearsing for the role of emcee on the battalion's first year anniversary dinner; not v successful but guess we survived haha. beer was also provided, and some kind of mini-brawl ensued in the middle of the skimpy performance by bonfire, where cans were lobbed like grenades, ketchup bottles learn to fly and chairs find out about parabolic arcs. Best thing is, we had to do the cleanup after that -_-
Spent new yr's eve at a pri school friend's house, a pretty small one, though don't really know some of them but din feel awkward in the conversation as we all chattered through the night :) dinner was sup to be pot luck, got fried rice, hz brought chicken and vege to cook, fr brought some mini hash browns in tubular shapes and vege patties and pizza for the oven, while i settled the drinks and snacks .. den looked thru flash animations, past yr fotos, various fotos, and took more fotos ^^
been becoming more and more lazy nowadays haha, have many things in mind to do but just end up lazing about and doing nothing -_- maybe shall list out all little fancies that have crossed my mind lol.
Blog crawler, ModelIt!, pinhole fibreglass camera, learn to play Radical Dreamers on guitar, ºì÷ËæÏëon the erhu, personal 2004 year book, 02s60 class page, 6a97 class page, to be careful with fingers, get new hard drive, new blog layout :)
I shall resolve to use my idle time productively.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 23:59 p.m.
Right, I'm writing this on the 1st of 2005, but shall file this under 2004 anyway :)
Watched Kung Fu Hustle with Mel Chris and Bird on Xmas day, was supposed to be preceded by a large dinner reminiscent of s60 last year's Xmas "feast", but poor turn out resulted in the cancellation. Had a mini present exchange as well, got a waist pouch, mel got a cookbook, chris a palm and lennon some kind of wine book :) The show's not bad in retrospect, i guess ^^
Booked out on wednesday night after first year anniversary parade, had to rush back the next morning, a bit stupid eh lol .. spent the entire thursday practising and rehearsing for the role of emcee on the battalion's first year anniversary dinner; not v successful but guess we survived haha. beer was also provided, and some kind of mini-brawl ensued in the middle of the skimpy performance by bonfire, where cans were lobbed like grenades, ketchup bottles learn to fly and chairs find out about parabolic arcs. Best thing is, we had to do the cleanup after that -_-
Spent new yr's eve at a pri school friend's house, a pretty small one, though don't really know some of them but din feel awkward in the conversation as we all chattered through the night :) dinner was sup to be pot luck, got fried rice, hz brought chicken and vege to cook, fr brought some mini hash browns in tubular shapes and vege patties and pizza for the oven, while i settled the drinks and snacks .. den looked thru flash animations, past yr fotos, various fotos, and took more fotos ^^
been becoming more and more lazy nowadays haha, have many things in mind to do but just end up lazing about and doing nothing -_- maybe shall list out all little fancies that have crossed my mind lol.
Blog crawler, ModelIt!, pinhole fibreglass camera, learn to play Radical Dreamers on guitar, ºì÷ËæÏëon the erhu, personal 2004 year book, 02s60 class page, 6a97 class page, to be careful with fingers, get new hard drive, new blog layout :)
I shall resolve to use my idle time productively.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 23:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Friday, December 24, 2004...
Maybe it's not what it was, anymore.
the burning shell of a past memory, a soul struggling to exist, to define itself from the pile of ashes.
maybe i've been the silly & idealistic one. keeping the flagging flame of belief and spirit alive, against the winds of change. Perhaps what once was normal, time has distilled and lovingly preserved the beautiful ones, aging it like wine, touched by nostalgia, leaving a wistful portion to be sampled by the future selves.
the circle is closing. dwell not too much in e ghost of time and... well. Maybe it has never been what we've perceived it as.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:59 p.m.
Maybe it's not what it was, anymore.
the burning shell of a past memory, a soul struggling to exist, to define itself from the pile of ashes.
maybe i've been the silly & idealistic one. keeping the flagging flame of belief and spirit alive, against the winds of change. Perhaps what once was normal, time has distilled and lovingly preserved the beautiful ones, aging it like wine, touched by nostalgia, leaving a wistful portion to be sampled by the future selves.
the circle is closing. dwell not too much in e ghost of time and... well. Maybe it has never been what we've perceived it as.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Thursday, December 16, 2004...
And now we start a series of short tales on a fictitious character, Eerily Ennui. It's amazing how tales rival their reality counterparts in realism and of course, definitely more interesting when seen from another perspective, or... perhaps, another multiverse.
"M-", Ennui mouthed as his hands touched the doorknob. Something's missing, and he knew it instinctively even before his hand went up to the neck, a sweat-drenched vest shaped void where fabric should have been. Frantically throwing everything onto the ground, he tore into his bag, rummaging through odds and ends ("Papers, passport, camera, phone"), all present sans the bright yellow and damp shirt.
It came as no surprise, he thought as bones and sinew worked to drag himself to height from his panic-induced crouch. Hands reached and grabbed the key with a touch of practiced insouciant flair from its secret hiding place and unlocked the gate, while the mind raced.
Where? I checked before I boared the bus, I checked before I got off that train, when I exited the provision shop... wait. I didn't, did I...
And so the mental equivalent of his gibbering mouth continued on its one way track on one side of the brain, while the other side dumped his backpack unceremoniously next to the door, and well, still had half a mind to retrieve his phone from his bag. You could do without bags, he reasoned, but The Phone is essential. It could be useful, no one leaves home without it...
...and tried to slam the door shut. It caught onto the plasticky ends of the adjustable straps and refused to close. He absent-mindedly noticed that the earphones dangling from the Phone have gotten themselves into a tangled mess again. Damn.
Meanwhile, the worrying half of the mind had then calmed down sufficiently and is now sitting in conference with itself to come up with a Plan. Taking comfort in that, he reached down, threw the strap in without further thought, and tried to close the door... which met the annoyingly unyielding strap again, which was insistent in preventing the door from closing shut.
Frustrated, he rammed the door a few times against the strap, then realised that it'd probably stand it's ground till dea-- further physical impairment, rather. Mind whirled. Hands automatically fingered the entangled cord, which has managed to work itself into an unusually unsolvable mess. They usually got a little tangled, few kinks here, a loop there, but this is one which experience has no answer for.
Ennui then came to a snap decision, leg moved swiftly to give the bag a solid kick, sending it sprawling against the chairs. Mom nagged. Ears shut on reflex, muttered some answer (Will be back soon, couldn't have dropped it far...) and closed the door, shut. Ah, satisfying thud.
He then took to the stairs, 3 steps in a bound, revelling in the speed. Mentally superimposing his path home on a neighbourhood map, he raced along, eyes darting all over. No, it isn't in the shop. No, not on that tree, you don't climb trees on the way home. No, not in the drain either.
Fingers generally do not participate in much running, and years of hyperactivity had left them eager to do something while the rest of the body thrummed with activity. Fingers plyed the wire knot as the legs pumped, sensing, prying, pulling, trying its utmost to unravel the mysterious tangle. The eyes did an occasional glance to help the fingers, though looking only confirmed the impossibility of the task. The wandering part of his mind supplied helpfully, remember the Gordian knot. Well, he jolly well did. It is his mind after all. But he had nothing sharp on him, and certainly didn't think Alexander was playing fair either.
Legs tired and slowed, but eyes told the mind that it was well on path, albeit at a less view-blurring pace. I should see it any moment now, he thought, after all I checked, it was with me even after I walked beyond the field. Just ahead, just ahead...
Rounded the corner. And stopped. Just ahead, lay the innocent looking bundle of yellow cloth. He gave an inaudible sigh of relief, and walked towards it, carefully picked it up, examined it with a critical eye and shook off the imaginary dust. After all, you can never be too sure who (or what) could have called it home.
Happily, he slung the crumpled shirt back to where it belonged. But something ... ah, fingers reporting in ... did not feel right. He glanced down into his palm - a moment of icy chill swept past and froze him spot on - saw that the tangle... wait, what tangle, was not there anymore. One side of the cord then gently slipped free from his outstretched hand and dangled over the side, gently oscillating, as if it had eyes, and winked innocently back.
Ennui gave paused for thought, then shrugged. The world works in strange ways, as long as it works, why bother. Meanwhile, hot lunch awaits back home.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:06 p.m.
And now we start a series of short tales on a fictitious character, Eerily Ennui. It's amazing how tales rival their reality counterparts in realism and of course, definitely more interesting when seen from another perspective, or... perhaps, another multiverse.
"M-", Ennui mouthed as his hands touched the doorknob. Something's missing, and he knew it instinctively even before his hand went up to the neck, a sweat-drenched vest shaped void where fabric should have been. Frantically throwing everything onto the ground, he tore into his bag, rummaging through odds and ends ("Papers, passport, camera, phone"), all present sans the bright yellow and damp shirt.
It came as no surprise, he thought as bones and sinew worked to drag himself to height from his panic-induced crouch. Hands reached and grabbed the key with a touch of practiced insouciant flair from its secret hiding place and unlocked the gate, while the mind raced.
Where? I checked before I boared the bus, I checked before I got off that train, when I exited the provision shop... wait. I didn't, did I...
And so the mental equivalent of his gibbering mouth continued on its one way track on one side of the brain, while the other side dumped his backpack unceremoniously next to the door, and well, still had half a mind to retrieve his phone from his bag. You could do without bags, he reasoned, but The Phone is essential. It could be useful, no one leaves home without it...
...and tried to slam the door shut. It caught onto the plasticky ends of the adjustable straps and refused to close. He absent-mindedly noticed that the earphones dangling from the Phone have gotten themselves into a tangled mess again. Damn.
Meanwhile, the worrying half of the mind had then calmed down sufficiently and is now sitting in conference with itself to come up with a Plan. Taking comfort in that, he reached down, threw the strap in without further thought, and tried to close the door... which met the annoyingly unyielding strap again, which was insistent in preventing the door from closing shut.
Frustrated, he rammed the door a few times against the strap, then realised that it'd probably stand it's ground till dea-- further physical impairment, rather. Mind whirled. Hands automatically fingered the entangled cord, which has managed to work itself into an unusually unsolvable mess. They usually got a little tangled, few kinks here, a loop there, but this is one which experience has no answer for.
Ennui then came to a snap decision, leg moved swiftly to give the bag a solid kick, sending it sprawling against the chairs. Mom nagged. Ears shut on reflex, muttered some answer (Will be back soon, couldn't have dropped it far...) and closed the door, shut. Ah, satisfying thud.
He then took to the stairs, 3 steps in a bound, revelling in the speed. Mentally superimposing his path home on a neighbourhood map, he raced along, eyes darting all over. No, it isn't in the shop. No, not on that tree, you don't climb trees on the way home. No, not in the drain either.
Fingers generally do not participate in much running, and years of hyperactivity had left them eager to do something while the rest of the body thrummed with activity. Fingers plyed the wire knot as the legs pumped, sensing, prying, pulling, trying its utmost to unravel the mysterious tangle. The eyes did an occasional glance to help the fingers, though looking only confirmed the impossibility of the task. The wandering part of his mind supplied helpfully, remember the Gordian knot. Well, he jolly well did. It is his mind after all. But he had nothing sharp on him, and certainly didn't think Alexander was playing fair either.
Legs tired and slowed, but eyes told the mind that it was well on path, albeit at a less view-blurring pace. I should see it any moment now, he thought, after all I checked, it was with me even after I walked beyond the field. Just ahead, just ahead...
Rounded the corner. And stopped. Just ahead, lay the innocent looking bundle of yellow cloth. He gave an inaudible sigh of relief, and walked towards it, carefully picked it up, examined it with a critical eye and shook off the imaginary dust. After all, you can never be too sure who (or what) could have called it home.
Happily, he slung the crumpled shirt back to where it belonged. But something ... ah, fingers reporting in ... did not feel right. He glanced down into his palm - a moment of icy chill swept past and froze him spot on - saw that the tangle... wait, what tangle, was not there anymore. One side of the cord then gently slipped free from his outstretched hand and dangled over the side, gently oscillating, as if it had eyes, and winked innocently back.
Ennui gave paused for thought, then shrugged. The world works in strange ways, as long as it works, why bother. Meanwhile, hot lunch awaits back home.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:06 p.m.
Took to the pen on Thursday, December 16, 2004...
Right now still enjoying life while the rest of everyone is back in camp :) We're all sitting in some sort of a planning room I guess, temporarily converted to something like a cross between a theatre and a nice sleeping room, while waiting for the run. They've kinda confined us here in the morning to ensure well, we don't go about causing bodily harm to ourself (or any body else, for that matter) and screwing up the competition, sort of :p
Well, it starts at roughly 3pm, so I guess that gives me about 3 hours more to slack :D After this it'd be over, hmm, kinda quite sad eh, to know I've done nothing productive in this time frame... Been either slacking. sleeping or playing games and chatting, no progress on the two current projects I've been working on... and the time's all over now O_O
Ah well. Going to Mel's "chalet" in Msia this friday, just after the company outing, so probably have to bring the passport along as well. Kinda fun eh :D Been hearing tales about his house and can now pay a visit to it, yay!
Rights, think I'd just go back to enjoying the last few minutes before the actual run. Don't really feel prepared though, legs haven't exactly recovered so hope for the best :) wish me luck!
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:42 a.m.
Right now still enjoying life while the rest of everyone is back in camp :) We're all sitting in some sort of a planning room I guess, temporarily converted to something like a cross between a theatre and a nice sleeping room, while waiting for the run. They've kinda confined us here in the morning to ensure well, we don't go about causing bodily harm to ourself (or any body else, for that matter) and screwing up the competition, sort of :p
Well, it starts at roughly 3pm, so I guess that gives me about 3 hours more to slack :D After this it'd be over, hmm, kinda quite sad eh, to know I've done nothing productive in this time frame... Been either slacking. sleeping or playing games and chatting, no progress on the two current projects I've been working on... and the time's all over now O_O
Ah well. Going to Mel's "chalet" in Msia this friday, just after the company outing, so probably have to bring the passport along as well. Kinda fun eh :D Been hearing tales about his house and can now pay a visit to it, yay!
Rights, think I'd just go back to enjoying the last few minutes before the actual run. Don't really feel prepared though, legs haven't exactly recovered so hope for the best :) wish me luck!
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:42 a.m.
Took to the pen on Thursday, December 16, 2004...
Life at work is like a tree ful of monkeys all on different limbs at different levels...
Some monkeys are climbing up, some down;
The monkeys on top look down and see a tree full of smiling faces, while...
The monkeys on the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:36 a.m.
Life at work is like a tree ful of monkeys all on different limbs at different levels...
Some monkeys are climbing up, some down;
The monkeys on top look down and see a tree full of smiling faces, while...
The monkeys on the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:36 a.m.
Took to the pen on Wednesday, December 15, 2004...
Amazingggg. Deep inner expression from the souls of so many... the blogosphere is truly amazing. The cross spectrum of all the collected pieces of arts; every story paints it's unique view and grasp of reality, every blog is a work of expressive art... of... life.
(I'm in awe, things get exaggerated... for I've been a treadin', lightly along the paths of hyperlinks, into many worlds: worlds of geniuses, worlds of commoners, worlds of talent, worlds of people like you and me, and each world is... undescribable. the mind flounders to find suitable words but fail. such is awe.)
some self-degratory words also start creeping about in the back of the head... like inept, banal, insignificant
Blogs eh. Your constructed world, where u're the centre of it. No wonder it feels ... odd to be traipsing into another's personal space :p in ur blog u're god the world is what u define it to be a snare? to snag the unaware blogsurfers everyone's good at something while maybe u're not?; it shows.
-end of randym thoughts-
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:03 p.m.
Amazingggg. Deep inner expression from the souls of so many... the blogosphere is truly amazing. The cross spectrum of all the collected pieces of arts; every story paints it's unique view and grasp of reality, every blog is a work of expressive art... of... life.
(I'm in awe, things get exaggerated... for I've been a treadin', lightly along the paths of hyperlinks, into many worlds: worlds of geniuses, worlds of commoners, worlds of talent, worlds of people like you and me, and each world is... undescribable. the mind flounders to find suitable words but fail. such is awe.)
some self-degratory words also start creeping about in the back of the head... like inept, banal, insignificant
Blogs eh. Your constructed world, where u're the centre of it. No wonder it feels ... odd to be traipsing into another's personal space :p in ur blog u're god the world is what u define it to be a snare? to snag the unaware blogsurfers everyone's good at something while maybe u're not?; it shows.
-end of randym thoughts-
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:03 p.m.
Took to the pen on Wednesday, December 15, 2004...
Had a dream (vision?) about me missing 2 lower teeth and one bloodshot one. Ain't a correlation to reality I tell ya, but probably after a few decades' lack of dental hygiene... It's scary too, peering into the dream-plane mirror, and thinking it's real; probably brush more thoroughly later :)
Well it's a long one, but can't really recall the specifics; involves bits of running (well), MacDonalds breakfast (been hankering after it for sometime :p), some buildings (probably remnants of memories from FightingInBuiltUpArea - yeah, the correct expansion)... Hmm. Amazing how such things that makes absolutely no sense in the real world just don't seem out of place in dream world :D Don't ever recall pausing to think, hey, this doesn't seem right ~ some temporal disconnections, reality mismatches, and all the brain does is to keep us blissfully unaware by churning out some - well, logical reason, to keep us asleep.
Extrapolate to reality plane -> Maybe we are indeed living in the equivalent of a dream world, with our minds working to keep us believing that it all make sense and all :p Suddenly what Prachett writes about in his Discworld series makes sense haha:(normal) Humans will not see what is not supposed to be there (like talking dogs), the mind just tries to make sense of it or just simply ignores it. ...which just shows that the human brain is ill-adapted for thinking and was probably originally designed for cooling the blood. Heheh. So Matrix-y hor :D Budden some scientific groups released some statement about computer simulation, or stimulation of mental activity is (probably) possible with the advances of computational technology.
Omega point: According to the Omega Point Theory, as the Universe comes to an end in a Big Crunch, the computational capacity of the Universe is capable of increasing at a sufficient rate that this computation rate is accelerating exponentially faster than time runs out. In principle, a simulation run on this Universe-computer can thus continue forever in its own terms, even though the external Universe lasts only a finite time. This theory assumes that certain cosmological variables prove that the universe will eventually contract, and that there will be intelligent civilizations in existence at the appropriate time to exploit the computational capacity of such an environment.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:54 p.m.
Had a dream (vision?) about me missing 2 lower teeth and one bloodshot one. Ain't a correlation to reality I tell ya, but probably after a few decades' lack of dental hygiene... It's scary too, peering into the dream-plane mirror, and thinking it's real; probably brush more thoroughly later :)
Well it's a long one, but can't really recall the specifics; involves bits of running (well), MacDonalds breakfast (been hankering after it for sometime :p), some buildings (probably remnants of memories from FightingInBuiltUpArea - yeah, the correct expansion)... Hmm. Amazing how such things that makes absolutely no sense in the real world just don't seem out of place in dream world :D Don't ever recall pausing to think, hey, this doesn't seem right ~ some temporal disconnections, reality mismatches, and all the brain does is to keep us blissfully unaware by churning out some - well, logical reason, to keep us asleep.
Extrapolate to reality plane -> Maybe we are indeed living in the equivalent of a dream world, with our minds working to keep us believing that it all make sense and all :p Suddenly what Prachett writes about in his Discworld series makes sense haha:(normal) Humans will not see what is not supposed to be there (like talking dogs), the mind just tries to make sense of it or just simply ignores it. ...which just shows that the human brain is ill-adapted for thinking and was probably originally designed for cooling the blood. Heheh. So Matrix-y hor :D Budden some scientific groups released some statement about computer simulation, or stimulation of mental activity is (probably) possible with the advances of computational technology.
Omega point: According to the Omega Point Theory, as the Universe comes to an end in a Big Crunch, the computational capacity of the Universe is capable of increasing at a sufficient rate that this computation rate is accelerating exponentially faster than time runs out. In principle, a simulation run on this Universe-computer can thus continue forever in its own terms, even though the external Universe lasts only a finite time. This theory assumes that certain cosmological variables prove that the universe will eventually contract, and that there will be intelligent civilizations in existence at the appropriate time to exploit the computational capacity of such an environment.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:54 p.m.
Took to the pen on Tuesday, December 14, 2004...
Good things all draw to an end, seeking closure eventually; for its transience is what marks it so remarkably... memorable or attractive?
Aww. Tommorow's 2nd last day of freedom, and soon it'd be stay-in life again, week in week out modus operandi of back and forth achieving nothing in the process.
8km preparation jog. Visited YC and his once-infected foot with the bunch, then to chris house to copy mel's 10 seasons of friends onto his computer. Popped by Buddy Hoagies, chris' dad's self venture into F&B industry, and had a nice sponsored dinner while chatting with his parents.
You know, it sounds so boring on text :D but it's still darn fun. Well, better than being in camp in any case :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:02 p.m.
Good things all draw to an end, seeking closure eventually; for its transience is what marks it so remarkably... memorable or attractive?
Aww. Tommorow's 2nd last day of freedom, and soon it'd be stay-in life again, week in week out modus operandi of back and forth achieving nothing in the process.
8km preparation jog. Visited YC and his once-infected foot with the bunch, then to chris house to copy mel's 10 seasons of friends onto his computer. Popped by Buddy Hoagies, chris' dad's self venture into F&B industry, and had a nice sponsored dinner while chatting with his parents.
You know, it sounds so boring on text :D but it's still darn fun. Well, better than being in camp in any case :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:02 p.m.
Took to the pen on Monday, December 13, 2004...
Twas a not so dark and not yet stormy night on Friday while we're on FIBUA live firing... FIBUA's not a guy, nor some arcane secret SAF power, but quite simply and boringly just a simple acronym derived from the first letters of the phrase Firing Into BUildings Aimlessly.
As most stories go, unnecessarily details often go into the useless bits of floating side-tales as part of the "story development", and similarly as do the authors grease their way into the most inane of situations and lie their way out, I leave it up to you to decide whether the expanded acronym has an element of truth in it, or not.
And so, while Muse struggles to find herself and the inkpot, we shall leave her and proceed on to the firing, which has been going well and fast so far. As it was said, it wasn't dark and not so stormy yet, but as Time folds the pages of history, the sky became overcast, and begun to have a slight hint of storminess. It was also dark now, not so much of the clouds, but rather, the common absense of sunlight at night.
To get to the point, it is dark and indeed stormy by now, and by now on the miniscule timescale of Life, if we slow Time down enough to see the slow accumulation of potential on the ground, we could indeed believe that it's one big hell of a lightning stroke, a masterpiece of Zeus (in a foul mood, probably), and something to be far, far away from. And
BLAM
Though technically light doesn't make a sound, and neither does lightning per se (that's thunder; cars don't make noise, cars screeching on tarmac does), it is the most appropriate word to describe the sudden whiteout effect and temporary loss of vision experienced by everyone in the vicinity.
It is so rare, so memorable, so unnerving, and it's a first time we've experienced blinding lightning, and hence this expositive is created :p
Thankfully lightning clouds ain't marksmen, nor have a insatiable urge to end all life :D
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:27 p.m.
Twas a not so dark and not yet stormy night on Friday while we're on FIBUA live firing... FIBUA's not a guy, nor some arcane secret SAF power, but quite simply and boringly just a simple acronym derived from the first letters of the phrase Firing Into BUildings Aimlessly.
As most stories go, unnecessarily details often go into the useless bits of floating side-tales as part of the "story development", and similarly as do the authors grease their way into the most inane of situations and lie their way out, I leave it up to you to decide whether the expanded acronym has an element of truth in it, or not.
And so, while Muse struggles to find herself and the inkpot, we shall leave her and proceed on to the firing, which has been going well and fast so far. As it was said, it wasn't dark and not so stormy yet, but as Time folds the pages of history, the sky became overcast, and begun to have a slight hint of storminess. It was also dark now, not so much of the clouds, but rather, the common absense of sunlight at night.
To get to the point, it is dark and indeed stormy by now, and by now on the miniscule timescale of Life, if we slow Time down enough to see the slow accumulation of potential on the ground, we could indeed believe that it's one big hell of a lightning stroke, a masterpiece of Zeus (in a foul mood, probably), and something to be far, far away from. And
BLAM
Though technically light doesn't make a sound, and neither does lightning per se (that's thunder; cars don't make noise, cars screeching on tarmac does), it is the most appropriate word to describe the sudden whiteout effect and temporary loss of vision experienced by everyone in the vicinity.
It is so rare, so memorable, so unnerving, and it's a first time we've experienced blinding lightning, and hence this expositive is created :p
Thankfully lightning clouds ain't marksmen, nor have a insatiable urge to end all life :D
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:27 p.m.
Took to the pen on Thursday, December 9, 2004...
Been sometimes since i updated despite being excessively free; like a beggar who chanced upon millions and squanders it, and not unlike a hungry street-bound man who savours crumbs but gulps down whole chickens. Now am on a temporary 9 to 5 schedule, as part of cross country training practice: 9 to 10 training at camp, 3 to 5 at macritche, rest of the day mine to spend :D so managed to catch up with mel, met ms moh, watched late night movie with parents heheh while my fellow campmates are still sleeping in their bunks :p
Incredibles was really... incredible. Top notch cutting edge animation techniques, engaging storyline.. Somewhat feels like the Half Life 2 equivalent for movies, in e sense of it giving e full package of audio visual engagement and connects to you to the story as well as technologically-wise groundbreaking. It's the art of making fiction believable, breathing life and soul into mere creation, searing the veil between reality and imagination and reaching deep into both ends... See the water cascading down gently down the hill, the mist and vapour thrown hovering over the falls, the droplets behaving individually as much as it is acting as part of the whole when the waterfall realistically parted; The hair that'd make Dove girl's hair curl up in shame, the clothes that creases and stretches rather than just a superimposed image over the body, the expressions that are enacted by simulating real facial muscles... o_o Ah. Feel like watching it again already ^_^ there's so much in it, beyond the fancy rendering, lies the multiple hidden layers of the story interwoven so tightly that one might not notice unless they probe; like the behaviour and actions of the kid and how they changed, perhaps a parenting hint as well :)
Stayed back as the credits rolled off the screen, wonder how much effort those people have put in to make things happen, however slight, yet barely registering the minds of viewers; it's as if it's expected to be there. Just as no entire civilisations rose and fell with the actions of few, but often we just think of it as the actions of one. we take for granted things that happen and don't probe deeper until things fail, eh.
Blah. Anyway more good news for me haha if there's morning training next week there wun be any in the afternoon! :D more time to relax haha ^^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 06:56 p.m.
Been sometimes since i updated despite being excessively free; like a beggar who chanced upon millions and squanders it, and not unlike a hungry street-bound man who savours crumbs but gulps down whole chickens. Now am on a temporary 9 to 5 schedule, as part of cross country training practice: 9 to 10 training at camp, 3 to 5 at macritche, rest of the day mine to spend :D so managed to catch up with mel, met ms moh, watched late night movie with parents heheh while my fellow campmates are still sleeping in their bunks :p
Incredibles was really... incredible. Top notch cutting edge animation techniques, engaging storyline.. Somewhat feels like the Half Life 2 equivalent for movies, in e sense of it giving e full package of audio visual engagement and connects to you to the story as well as technologically-wise groundbreaking. It's the art of making fiction believable, breathing life and soul into mere creation, searing the veil between reality and imagination and reaching deep into both ends... See the water cascading down gently down the hill, the mist and vapour thrown hovering over the falls, the droplets behaving individually as much as it is acting as part of the whole when the waterfall realistically parted; The hair that'd make Dove girl's hair curl up in shame, the clothes that creases and stretches rather than just a superimposed image over the body, the expressions that are enacted by simulating real facial muscles... o_o Ah. Feel like watching it again already ^_^ there's so much in it, beyond the fancy rendering, lies the multiple hidden layers of the story interwoven so tightly that one might not notice unless they probe; like the behaviour and actions of the kid and how they changed, perhaps a parenting hint as well :)
Stayed back as the credits rolled off the screen, wonder how much effort those people have put in to make things happen, however slight, yet barely registering the minds of viewers; it's as if it's expected to be there. Just as no entire civilisations rose and fell with the actions of few, but often we just think of it as the actions of one. we take for granted things that happen and don't probe deeper until things fail, eh.
Blah. Anyway more good news for me haha if there's morning training next week there wun be any in the afternoon! :D more time to relax haha ^^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 06:56 p.m.
Took to the pen on Friday, December 3, 2004...
Sigh doing the first guard duty of my life in 46 heh, and it already burned 12 hours of my weekend :( dun even think they're gonna repay me, even though it's just regimental bleah. Will be around for about 10 more minutes before I'd just go off for my duty already.
And my toof is aching! ach. first the new filling fell out and now the upper tooth is killing me. would probably have to go to the dentist first thing after i book out tmr and hopefully get them partially repaired :p
did little this week actually, cos it's mainly lectures and i've booked out often to go training in macritche. managed to go back to school on the way back to camp heh, realised they've already removed the sch name from the gate at tchs, I hope they wun remove the ones etched onto the arch though, it'd be like so... saddening O_O
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:18 p.m.
Sigh doing the first guard duty of my life in 46 heh, and it already burned 12 hours of my weekend :( dun even think they're gonna repay me, even though it's just regimental bleah. Will be around for about 10 more minutes before I'd just go off for my duty already.
And my toof is aching! ach. first the new filling fell out and now the upper tooth is killing me. would probably have to go to the dentist first thing after i book out tmr and hopefully get them partially repaired :p
did little this week actually, cos it's mainly lectures and i've booked out often to go training in macritche. managed to go back to school on the way back to camp heh, realised they've already removed the sch name from the gate at tchs, I hope they wun remove the ones etched onto the arch though, it'd be like so... saddening O_O
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:18 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, November 28, 2004...
Booked in to a mundane world last week, and booked in yesterday. Wash, rinse, repeat 60+ times and I'd be out of NS... but ~ Yays or no yays, that is the question :p Never mind, we shall not contemplate uselessly foolish questions that have no answer and instead concentrate on the joy of er... the not so joyful art of mundane day to day blogging.
Let's see, what did I do on Monday? Actually was slacking around most of the time, other than the times we had to go to the vehicle shed to prepare for standy. Standby = a period of time when we're prepared and vehicles equipped to well... get killed O_O Haha well doubt anything will happen, unless some foolish robbers decide again that Tekong is a nice paradise to escape to. That's probably closest to an invasion force that'd whack us, anyway.
Tuesday! Went to train for cross country again, running in circles round buildings sure have a vErY demoralising effect on your spirits, but I managed to pull it off despite negative storm of thoughts. 3 minutes slower than what I did for MacRitchie, so I guess the distance is probably longer (or I've gotten worse). Went back to prepare again, wash this, wash that, do this, do that. Whatever. RO recited at a record early time of 6+ pm :p
They had SOC training, so we slacked :D After that, vehicle shed. And oh, prep for live firing too in the shooting range the next day :( The platoon has also gotten into a chess rage, with our bunk the base for operations and missions, bloody wars and covert operations.
Let's just summarise the next 3 days of range. Wake up early, sleep late; clean arms or read stuff or sleep while waiting for 5 minutes of shooting in a day or so; so bored went online loads and wasted lotsa money; scored 76 / 118 in the trial test due to computer error in my favour heh (23 hits out of 20 bullets @ 300m); also scored 76 / 118 on the actual test AND I'm SHORT of JUST 2 shots to be battalion best SAW shot! :( Aw. There goes my eX-Box, boohoohoo.
Booked out vvvv late, supposed to like go home at 9.30pm but they managed to drag drag drag until it's like 11.30, so reached home extremely late but thankfully my uncle went for holiday and loaned my family the car :)
Right. Finalised my template, got things in order, and now I've only 4 hours or so before I get out of house to book in. And I'm booking out on Saturday again. At this rate they're burning our weekends, we can clear offs until Christmas already, probably :p
Ah suddenly felt like making a bot to trawl the cyberspace for blogs. One that will try locate S'porean blogs and their information, and create link webs so it'd be all nice and cool :p Now wondering how would I go about making this kinda bot... any ideas? I've no proper server to run such things, no idea what language would do this best :( Ahh, shall have to go research again.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 04:35 p.m.
Booked in to a mundane world last week, and booked in yesterday. Wash, rinse, repeat 60+ times and I'd be out of NS... but ~ Yays or no yays, that is the question :p Never mind, we shall not contemplate uselessly foolish questions that have no answer and instead concentrate on the joy of er... the not so joyful art of mundane day to day blogging.
Let's see, what did I do on Monday? Actually was slacking around most of the time, other than the times we had to go to the vehicle shed to prepare for standy. Standby = a period of time when we're prepared and vehicles equipped to well... get killed O_O Haha well doubt anything will happen, unless some foolish robbers decide again that Tekong is a nice paradise to escape to. That's probably closest to an invasion force that'd whack us, anyway.
Tuesday! Went to train for cross country again, running in circles round buildings sure have a vErY demoralising effect on your spirits, but I managed to pull it off despite negative storm of thoughts. 3 minutes slower than what I did for MacRitchie, so I guess the distance is probably longer (or I've gotten worse). Went back to prepare again, wash this, wash that, do this, do that. Whatever. RO recited at a record early time of 6+ pm :p
They had SOC training, so we slacked :D After that, vehicle shed. And oh, prep for live firing too in the shooting range the next day :( The platoon has also gotten into a chess rage, with our bunk the base for operations and missions, bloody wars and covert operations.
Let's just summarise the next 3 days of range. Wake up early, sleep late; clean arms or read stuff or sleep while waiting for 5 minutes of shooting in a day or so; so bored went online loads and wasted lotsa money; scored 76 / 118 in the trial test due to computer error in my favour heh (23 hits out of 20 bullets @ 300m); also scored 76 / 118 on the actual test AND I'm SHORT of JUST 2 shots to be battalion best SAW shot! :( Aw. There goes my eX-Box, boohoohoo.
Booked out vvvv late, supposed to like go home at 9.30pm but they managed to drag drag drag until it's like 11.30, so reached home extremely late but thankfully my uncle went for holiday and loaned my family the car :)
Right. Finalised my template, got things in order, and now I've only 4 hours or so before I get out of house to book in. And I'm booking out on Saturday again. At this rate they're burning our weekends, we can clear offs until Christmas already, probably :p
Ah suddenly felt like making a bot to trawl the cyberspace for blogs. One that will try locate S'porean blogs and their information, and create link webs so it'd be all nice and cool :p Now wondering how would I go about making this kinda bot... any ideas? I've no proper server to run such things, no idea what language would do this best :( Ahh, shall have to go research again.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 04:35 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, November 21, 2004...
Yays! Finally got the layout as I wanted it, up :p Has been quite a long delay lol, but yup just as I wanted it to be... hmm some improvements here and there, but there's no time; be doing them next week haiz. Rights any suggestions or bugs just throw em at the message board eh :) Oh, and click on the image to see a (slightly) bigger version of that ^_^
Haha yup just a buncha photos today, nothing muchly interesting... and also the gifts tt my 3 year old cousin made lol it's quite cute how she just koped some paper and taped it to make the wrapping :p and some scenes from my home yay those are nice too ^^ OH! and introducing my nice new cam haha... feels a bit flimsy though, hmm.
Welll nothing much happened this week, other than the frustrating phone failure that cost me 25 bucks to repair and spent quite a lot of time and money :( Dang me, should have taken more care of it. Also printed out some interesting notes related to the project I'm currently working on... to keep me company haha during camp :p
Right... I guess I better go off now, camp beckons :(
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:30 p.m.
Yays! Finally got the layout as I wanted it, up :p Has been quite a long delay lol, but yup just as I wanted it to be... hmm some improvements here and there, but there's no time; be doing them next week haiz. Rights any suggestions or bugs just throw em at the message board eh :) Oh, and click on the image to see a (slightly) bigger version of that ^_^
Haha yup just a buncha photos today, nothing muchly interesting... and also the gifts tt my 3 year old cousin made lol it's quite cute how she just koped some paper and taped it to make the wrapping :p and some scenes from my home yay those are nice too ^^ OH! and introducing my nice new cam haha... feels a bit flimsy though, hmm.
Welll nothing much happened this week, other than the frustrating phone failure that cost me 25 bucks to repair and spent quite a lot of time and money :( Dang me, should have taken more care of it. Also printed out some interesting notes related to the project I'm currently working on... to keep me company haha during camp :p
Right... I guess I better go off now, camp beckons :(
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:30 p.m.
Took to the pen on Monday, November 15, 2004...
Yays got a nice thick compilation of foxtrot comics from e class guys as well as a nice edited compilation cd of e videos taken in our 2 years back then :) hai makes me wish i've gotten a better cam to take e videos instead; and ew long hair looks horrible on me! O_o
rights back in camp now; and as usual looking forward to friday already :p wonder whats gonna happen this week... :(
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:59 p.m.
Yays got a nice thick compilation of foxtrot comics from e class guys as well as a nice edited compilation cd of e videos taken in our 2 years back then :) hai makes me wish i've gotten a better cam to take e videos instead; and ew long hair looks horrible on me! O_o
rights back in camp now; and as usual looking forward to friday already :p wonder whats gonna happen this week... :(
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 10:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Saturday, November 13, 2004...
What matters truly? Hate my weakness why must it be so prominently displayed in plain view? Time flies like an arrow And I just see the blur and hear the whump of the arrow hitting home Apprehension grips at the heart For I just need to learn to be unfettered by self-destructive thoughts Big ideas, fufillment and growth to be planned All of them waiting to be implemented, to see the light of the day YET I can't bring them from the underground crypts where they're hidden occasionally thought of and just left Perhaps you need to rest and rethink and narrow the field I guess I'm just like a car, who dreams too much about circuit racing that eh forgets what he truly is. Come up with realistic goals I know indeed what do I want sometimes but just that procrastination, loss of concentration and various distractions deviate me from my one true destination.
Blogging is therapeutic. Perhaps I'd get better soon. No mood to write, no mood to do anything; slumpish, mopes around doing nothing. The pretty dresses I usually adorn my words with, I didn't bother finding the wardrobe today and let the stark ugliness stand out.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 12:01 a.m.
What matters truly? Hate my weakness why must it be so prominently displayed in plain view? Time flies like an arrow And I just see the blur and hear the whump of the arrow hitting home Apprehension grips at the heart For I just need to learn to be unfettered by self-destructive thoughts Big ideas, fufillment and growth to be planned All of them waiting to be implemented, to see the light of the day YET I can't bring them from the underground crypts where they're hidden occasionally thought of and just left Perhaps you need to rest and rethink and narrow the field I guess I'm just like a car, who dreams too much about circuit racing that eh forgets what he truly is. Come up with realistic goals I know indeed what do I want sometimes but just that procrastination, loss of concentration and various distractions deviate me from my one true destination.
Blogging is therapeutic. Perhaps I'd get better soon. No mood to write, no mood to do anything; slumpish, mopes around doing nothing. The pretty dresses I usually adorn my words with, I didn't bother finding the wardrobe today and let the stark ugliness stand out.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 12:01 a.m.
Took to the pen on Friday, November 12, 2004...
Tired to the bone, enthusiasm like a short fuse;
Daylight brightness replaced with nighttime dimness.
I seek wearily for the lost strength, the blind propulsion,
that once lifted and kept me going, but it just seemed so much harder.
Where should I head?
Every week is an endless race;
Against time, against myself,
I meet walls of resistance,
Some by myself, others by
Cold Hard Stones of Reality.
Walls-wise, I know for certain:
Mine can be broken...
And so can Reality one day be.
I shan't deny I fear the loss of time;
I fought hard to make up for the disadvantage dealt,
But it just seems to get harder every time.
490+ days left! It's not the matter of the passage,
It's what I do during it that counts! I said.
Wells of youthful ebullience drying in the fight;
Two days every week I struggle, fearing that it would not last
Sought knowledge, sought inspiration, sought preparation
Anything that would make up for the lost time
Anything ... to make me feel time used is worthy.
I hate to lose, I dislike things going astray.
Ego; perhaps, to be always dwarfed by other mountains,
And futile fighting struggles uphill. I cannot lose out!
And eventually it just died.
Not that I can't be bothered, I just lost the drive.
I try and just collapse; Morpheus claimed me.
Time just slips; ineffectual half-hearted grasps.
Exhausted, 19 and so uselessly unaccomplished;
Undeniable is the want for success, lacking is the initiative;
Ideas abound,no time now is but an excuse...
I lift my leg to step forward, yet it just can't push through.
I am trapped in a prison of my mind; Running in circles
One where Idealism is chained to itself,
Sloth and Myopia running amok,
and I cannot break free.
I don't know how to proceed.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:27 p.m.
Tired to the bone, enthusiasm like a short fuse;
Daylight brightness replaced with nighttime dimness.
I seek wearily for the lost strength, the blind propulsion,
that once lifted and kept me going, but it just seemed so much harder.
Where should I head?
Every week is an endless race;
Against time, against myself,
I meet walls of resistance,
Some by myself, others by
Cold Hard Stones of Reality.
Walls-wise, I know for certain:
Mine can be broken...
And so can Reality one day be.
I shan't deny I fear the loss of time;
I fought hard to make up for the disadvantage dealt,
But it just seems to get harder every time.
490+ days left! It's not the matter of the passage,
It's what I do during it that counts! I said.
Wells of youthful ebullience drying in the fight;
Two days every week I struggle, fearing that it would not last
Sought knowledge, sought inspiration, sought preparation
Anything that would make up for the lost time
Anything ... to make me feel time used is worthy.
I hate to lose, I dislike things going astray.
Ego; perhaps, to be always dwarfed by other mountains,
And futile fighting struggles uphill. I cannot lose out!
And eventually it just died.
Not that I can't be bothered, I just lost the drive.
I try and just collapse; Morpheus claimed me.
Time just slips; ineffectual half-hearted grasps.
Exhausted, 19 and so uselessly unaccomplished;
Undeniable is the want for success, lacking is the initiative;
Ideas abound,
I lift my leg to step forward, yet it just can't push through.
I am trapped in a prison of my mind; Running in circles
One where Idealism is chained to itself,
Sloth and Myopia running amok,
and I cannot break free.
I don't know how to proceed.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:27 p.m.
Took to the pen on Tuesday, November 9, 2004...
I did actually keep track of what I did in Aussie in a nice little black book that has been with me all these while, but the handwriting, coupled with the fact I did most of the writing on a moving vehicle (tonner, M113, bus, whenever I had time :P) makes it illegible to most people; Well I could infer the words, but just don't have the patience to type out 6 pages of A5 text O_o
Well! In a nutshell, outfield there is like S'pore; there are roads, there are trees, planes whining above, annoying branches and bushes, mud and soil and dust and all things icky and gooey eSPeciaLLy the mosquitoes and flies who all just ought to get shot... but yeah we get to see kangaroos (saw like a bunch of them lazing about in the hot Aussie sun, bouncing here and there and then hunching over to rest, all you see is a mound of brown cast on a background of green), creeks (dried up rivers, drought lasted for several months until we landed, wetness is horrible I tell you; we got stuck in one as we tried to manoeuvre pass the banks, got stranded on the bottom of the river bed, couldn't move forward nor back, had to get help)...
Weather's another mean thing: it's either boiling hot or freezing cold, it could be raining nonstop for days or be completely cloudless; an epitome of extremities man. Got two stretches of rain that left us all cold and stuck and doing nothing but try to preserve the heat lol. Hmm for the first time also had a vehicle overturn to its side, thankfully no one seriously injured.
Think I injured a small part of my back, dunno whats wrong, must be the lifting of the 17kg tank ammo all over the place sigh.
So thus ends 10 days of outfield in Aussie, of combat rations, of guard duties every night during laager (organised halt; break), of firing blanks, oiling weapons, sleeping in vehicles, looking at kangaroos, being burnt in the morning and frozen at night, cheonging up and down hills (the view's exceptional on one of the hills we charged up, @ 130m but you could see everything stretch towards the horizon, saw the whole sunset), across plains, firing behind trees, blatant breaking of 4 second rules, carrying of the 2IC bag. Was actually quite... enjoyable, knowing there's little else you could do but slack anyway :p Had lots of interesting discussions too, helped break monotony; but as we've learnt there's no monotony in the wide expanse of mind, with pen and paper time can be spend, future can be plotted, and worries charted. A nice sense of detachment; didn't even really crave for the computer yay ^^
Inspiration came in sleets occasionally, and kept pen and paper handy always to write them down.
... 8 hours of non-stop statement writings on the last day in camp! O_O it was certainly better than shifting all that heavy shyte all over the place but it still is ... interesting, wrote till I slept at a point. Always heard of reports in triplicates in Asterix, you know, in a time without photocopying machines, but now we need them in quinplicates! !@%#&!@ They do not have the use of a nice xerox machines so just dumped it to the men to write them all out bleah...
...the canteen in camp is there to make a killing. when we're back from the outfield experience all tired hungry thirsty they're there with their warm smiles and EXPENSIVE food and drinks to entice us, I've spent nearly $70 on FOOD in just... about 6 days with canteen :p milk's 3.40, hotdogs with different fillings range from 2+ to 4+... and chips and all that! who could resist haha...
...there's always too much food in r&r! completely stuffed from the moment we got out of camp lol, buffets and self service meals all around, especially the english breakfast, ham cheese bacon salami cornflakes shrooms breads croissants hash browns eggs muffins melons oranges fruits baked beans spaghetti sausages mincedmeat LOL most of the time had lunch together with breakfast :D I'm a pig haha...
.. shopping in the malls is practically like so in s'pore, so u get mostly the same stuff in the supermarts anyway; dun really bother about clothes nor wallets and the likes so din buy any, came back with only chocolates! :D..
and other interesting things i'd add, soon i guess :p
haha happy birthday to me too, dreadful eh the passage of time, got loads of well wishes, certainly hope 19th year on Earth would be a productive year :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 03:41 p.m.
I did actually keep track of what I did in Aussie in a nice little black book that has been with me all these while, but the handwriting, coupled with the fact I did most of the writing on a moving vehicle (tonner, M113, bus, whenever I had time :P) makes it illegible to most people; Well I could infer the words, but just don't have the patience to type out 6 pages of A5 text O_o
Well! In a nutshell, outfield there is like S'pore; there are roads, there are trees, planes whining above, annoying branches and bushes, mud and soil and dust and all things icky and gooey eSPeciaLLy the mosquitoes and flies who all just ought to get shot... but yeah we get to see kangaroos (saw like a bunch of them lazing about in the hot Aussie sun, bouncing here and there and then hunching over to rest, all you see is a mound of brown cast on a background of green), creeks (dried up rivers, drought lasted for several months until we landed, wetness is horrible I tell you; we got stuck in one as we tried to manoeuvre pass the banks, got stranded on the bottom of the river bed, couldn't move forward nor back, had to get help)...
Weather's another mean thing: it's either boiling hot or freezing cold, it could be raining nonstop for days or be completely cloudless; an epitome of extremities man. Got two stretches of rain that left us all cold and stuck and doing nothing but try to preserve the heat lol. Hmm for the first time also had a vehicle overturn to its side, thankfully no one seriously injured.
Think I injured a small part of my back, dunno whats wrong, must be the lifting of the 17kg tank ammo all over the place sigh.
So thus ends 10 days of outfield in Aussie, of combat rations, of guard duties every night during laager (organised halt; break), of firing blanks, oiling weapons, sleeping in vehicles, looking at kangaroos, being burnt in the morning and frozen at night, cheonging up and down hills (the view's exceptional on one of the hills we charged up, @ 130m but you could see everything stretch towards the horizon, saw the whole sunset), across plains, firing behind trees, blatant breaking of 4 second rules, carrying of the 2IC bag. Was actually quite... enjoyable, knowing there's little else you could do but slack anyway :p Had lots of interesting discussions too, helped break monotony; but as we've learnt there's no monotony in the wide expanse of mind, with pen and paper time can be spend, future can be plotted, and worries charted. A nice sense of detachment; didn't even really crave for the computer yay ^^
Inspiration came in sleets occasionally, and kept pen and paper handy always to write them down.
... 8 hours of non-stop statement writings on the last day in camp! O_O it was certainly better than shifting all that heavy shyte all over the place but it still is ... interesting, wrote till I slept at a point. Always heard of reports in triplicates in Asterix, you know, in a time without photocopying machines, but now we need them in quinplicates! !@%#&!@ They do not have the use of a nice xerox machines so just dumped it to the men to write them all out bleah...
...the canteen in camp is there to make a killing. when we're back from the outfield experience all tired hungry thirsty they're there with their warm smiles and EXPENSIVE food and drinks to entice us, I've spent nearly $70 on FOOD in just... about 6 days with canteen :p milk's 3.40, hotdogs with different fillings range from 2+ to 4+... and chips and all that! who could resist haha...
...there's always too much food in r&r! completely stuffed from the moment we got out of camp lol, buffets and self service meals all around, especially the english breakfast, ham cheese bacon salami cornflakes shrooms breads croissants hash browns eggs muffins melons oranges fruits baked beans spaghetti sausages mincedmeat LOL most of the time had lunch together with breakfast :D I'm a pig haha...
.. shopping in the malls is practically like so in s'pore, so u get mostly the same stuff in the supermarts anyway; dun really bother about clothes nor wallets and the likes so din buy any, came back with only chocolates! :D..
and other interesting things i'd add, soon i guess :p
haha happy birthday to me too, dreadful eh the passage of time, got loads of well wishes, certainly hope 19th year on Earth would be a productive year :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 03:41 p.m.
Took to the pen on Monday, October 18, 2004...
Right be off to aussie land of kangaroos and hostile training conditions... :( well till then, everyone take care ya and i'd see if can get any photos there ^^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 05:31 p.m.
Right be off to aussie land of kangaroos and hostile training conditions... :( well till then, everyone take care ya and i'd see if can get any photos there ^^
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 05:31 p.m.
Took to the pen on Saturday, October 16, 2004...
Aw come on, it's alright, let us pass, we apologise for scaring you.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 12:37 p.m.
Aw come on, it's alright, let us pass, we apologise for scaring you.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 12:37 p.m.
Took to the pen on Friday, October 15, 2004...
Growl. Makes me wish money grows on trees. Actually, would prefer em to grow in neat rows like orchards of grapes and stuff, in some nice place where it rains all year long, and pops out from the plants in 50 dollar notes with a plastic wrapping round it. Yup, the sort of things that reverses urbanisation :p
Did plenty of... packing this week, involving squeezing a cupboard full of equipment into a sausage bag. It doesn't really sound as simple (ok it doesn't), cos it is much more complex; for example, you have to curse loudly as you try to squeeze in a helmet and a pack of clothes into an already-seemingly full sausage.
So there's a general background noises of vaguely familiar and identifiable noises wafting all over the camp these three days, like a general comforting buzz to remind you that you're not alone, that the rest of the camp is busy making sausages.
And then you have to bang the sausage real loud against the floor. Some believe it brings good luck, others believe it settles the items inside so as to allow even more items to be stuffed in, but I generally believe that very action leads to more space for things usually get squashed, broken or mangled when you bang them on the floor - real hard - many times. It contributes to the soothing general background noise as abovementioned, as well as probably a general aura of shock at the airport as everyone removes their cracked helmets, dented messtins, crumpled and torn clothes, and profess their absolute shock as they animatedly discuss the possibilites, for example, of the carrier plane hitting a particular turbulent patch of sky, or start pushing blames to the poor souls who signed extra duties for having ill-treated their sausages while on the way to the airport.
Ah, such is the life.
Anyway, this being in the civilian world, a clearly demarcated line against the abject militant life of daily thoughts of random violence, we shall ignore the dreary details of bunk life, dodge that flying curse, and skip merrily into real life.
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Real life, but boring. Not much has really happened so far, but I'm not surprised. Oh did I mention I've already caught a floo bug, went through the incubation phase, the activation phase, and the recovery phase? So yays for everyone recovering (there's a global bug, I tell you), more yays for those slower and still catching on, and many more yays in general for everything that deserve yays.
Be flying to Australia.yay URGH. You know, it's a wonderful place and all that, with all that kangaroos and koala bears and nougats (never understood why everyone's crazy after toof-breaking candies), but not too nice when u're caught in the plains with the hot australian sun burning happily above, in a cramped and crowded vehicle, and having your face abraded by an incoming sand storm? Perspective, all matters of perspective.
The meteorologist says, no incoming meteors so you're all safe, while the weatherman says HAHA you're all screwed 40 degrees in the day and 5 degrees at night!
5 degrees' a bit cold, no?
Ah well, I shall stop typing and get back to the real world. There's a whole lot of gifts still waiting to be prepared, and a school waiting to be modelled.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:56 a.m.
Growl. Makes me wish money grows on trees. Actually, would prefer em to grow in neat rows like orchards of grapes and stuff, in some nice place where it rains all year long, and pops out from the plants in 50 dollar notes with a plastic wrapping round it. Yup, the sort of things that reverses urbanisation :p
Did plenty of... packing this week, involving squeezing a cupboard full of equipment into a sausage bag. It doesn't really sound as simple (ok it doesn't), cos it is much more complex; for example, you have to curse loudly as you try to squeeze in a helmet and a pack of clothes into an already-seemingly full sausage.
So there's a general background noises of vaguely familiar and identifiable noises wafting all over the camp these three days, like a general comforting buzz to remind you that you're not alone, that the rest of the camp is busy making sausages.
And then you have to bang the sausage real loud against the floor. Some believe it brings good luck, others believe it settles the items inside so as to allow even more items to be stuffed in, but I generally believe that very action leads to more space for things usually get squashed, broken or mangled when you bang them on the floor - real hard - many times. It contributes to the soothing general background noise as abovementioned, as well as probably a general aura of shock at the airport as everyone removes their cracked helmets, dented messtins, crumpled and torn clothes, and profess their absolute shock as they animatedly discuss the possibilites, for example, of the carrier plane hitting a particular turbulent patch of sky, or start pushing blames to the poor souls who signed extra duties for having ill-treated their sausages while on the way to the airport.
Ah, such is the life.
Anyway, this being in the civilian world, a clearly demarcated line against the abject militant life of daily thoughts of random violence, we shall ignore the dreary details of bunk life, dodge that flying curse, and skip merrily into real life.
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Real life, but boring. Not much has really happened so far, but I'm not surprised. Oh did I mention I've already caught a floo bug, went through the incubation phase, the activation phase, and the recovery phase? So yays for everyone recovering (there's a global bug, I tell you), more yays for those slower and still catching on, and many more yays in general for everything that deserve yays.
Be flying to Australia.
The meteorologist says, no incoming meteors so you're all safe, while the weatherman says HAHA you're all screwed 40 degrees in the day and 5 degrees at night!
5 degrees' a bit cold, no?
Ah well, I shall stop typing and get back to the real world. There's a whole lot of gifts still waiting to be prepared, and a school waiting to be modelled.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 09:56 a.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, October 10, 2004...
Been extremely lethargic nowadays hmm wonder why; it's not like I've been using up lots of energy or whatever, wonder if it's something like having overexerted during all the runnings and stuff, heard overexertion may have cause uncommon fatigue. Or it could be just be some floo bugs. Ugh there's a dengue plague at Eunos, I wanna go there heheh! :D
Oversleeping = No work done. Eeps, yeah did little but sleep around and laze cos just kept conking out once every while hmm.
I'm sunburnt grr. Stupid sun, coupled with a couple of hours of equipment standby under the blazing sun sure does weird things to your skin color.
Hmm better get going; stuff needs to be packed, I need to bathe, and lets see if I can squeeze any last minute thing out :D
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:06 p.m.
Been extremely lethargic nowadays hmm wonder why; it's not like I've been using up lots of energy or whatever, wonder if it's something like having overexerted during all the runnings and stuff, heard overexertion may have cause uncommon fatigue. Or it could be just be some floo bugs. Ugh there's a dengue plague at Eunos, I wanna go there heheh! :D
Oversleeping = No work done. Eeps, yeah did little but sleep around and laze cos just kept conking out once every while hmm.
I'm sunburnt grr. Stupid sun, coupled with a couple of hours of equipment standby under the blazing sun sure does weird things to your skin color.
Hmm better get going; stuff needs to be packed, I need to bathe, and lets see if I can squeeze any last minute thing out :D
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:06 p.m.
Took to the pen on Tuesday, October 5, 2004...
(Monday) Heheh was washing the personal equipment in preparation for exercise wallaby in e toilet with a hose, got a so that that decided to just bathe with the hose lol :p Yeah so far it's just another day doing all sorts of prepatory things v v sianz! :(
(Tuesday) At Macritche Reservoir now waiting for our turn at competitive 7km run :) Glad for any chance to be out of camp heh so happily slacking here now whee... Uneventful prerun, so shall continue later :)
Hmm not bad run i guess, given that we've not even ran on this terrain for practice, got division 9th (27:36 for 7km) myself, while our teams got 3rd and 4th mainly because the top 4 runners stood in two separate groups ack. Otherwise, pretty well done so we've all got nights off! :) Nowhere to go so home it was, went back and fidled with the computer and forgot to do a whole lot of things... msn should be shot ack :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 23:59 p.m.
(Monday) Heheh was washing the personal equipment in preparation for exercise wallaby in e toilet with a hose, got a so that that decided to just bathe with the hose lol :p Yeah so far it's just another day doing all sorts of prepatory things v v sianz! :(
(Tuesday) At Macritche Reservoir now waiting for our turn at competitive 7km run :) Glad for any chance to be out of camp heh so happily slacking here now whee... Uneventful prerun, so shall continue later :)
Hmm not bad run i guess, given that we've not even ran on this terrain for practice, got division 9th (27:36 for 7km) myself, while our teams got 3rd and 4th mainly because the top 4 runners stood in two separate groups ack. Otherwise, pretty well done so we've all got nights off! :) Nowhere to go so home it was, went back and fidled with the computer and forgot to do a whole lot of things... msn should be shot ack :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 23:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Saturday, October 2, 2004...
Blink of an eye, and the outifled was over. Actually wasn't v exhausting, since we more or less were either sleeping in the vehicle, or sleeping after we've dug into our defensive positions :p heh only tiring thing was probably digging shellscrapes actually and the long dismounted assualts and probably the weird sleep/wake timings, don't even need to fire since we're the reserve section :) only bad thing was din manage to book out on friday so mssed out the big sendoff and the birthday celebrations :(
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 23:59 p.m.
Blink of an eye, and the outifled was over. Actually wasn't v exhausting, since we more or less were either sleeping in the vehicle, or sleeping after we've dug into our defensive positions :p heh only tiring thing was probably digging shellscrapes actually and the long dismounted assualts and probably the weird sleep/wake timings, don't even need to fire since we're the reserve section :) only bad thing was din manage to book out on friday so mssed out the big sendoff and the birthday celebrations :(
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 23:59 p.m.
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