Took to the pen on Sunday, September 27, 2004...
Yawn halfway through the live firing now; it's halfway since we're not involved in the night firing but still have to go back to pick the expended rounds cartridges - wars messy, eh. Althought it's one week before a good wonderful 2 week pre Ex. Wallaby (where the heck is northhampton?) break, it's one hell of a week heh, outfield till friday night which means booking out only on saturday sianz. Ah well, hope all goes well so no remedial training :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, September 26, 2004...
Drat dang @!$&# Bad things and all keep happening to poor me :( left my wallet at home first time since godknowswhen; then had to run back with a limp caused by morning's half marathon exertion; then ran back again to where I was when I discovered my folly... to draw money using the ATM card in my wallet -_- Since it was late already I thought, might as well just cab there and enjoy the ride... Just when I thought it was all over, I saw my friend's pickup already waiting across the bridge! Cursing, I broke into a run only to bewilderingly see them leave without even calling me. Bleah, just then, they called and asked where I was.
Tired and broken heh joints aching like nuts now feels like I've aged overnight haha... Sigh limp here, stumble there, seems like the real challenge is after the run :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Wednesday, September 22, 2004...
Essentially a slack day today, after morning's training which left probably almost every limb's muscle quivering from crazy exertion.. Slept most of the afternoon away probably still haven't recovered enough from ex night walk of death :p was also reading sophie's world but got too tired to continue.. Did a bit of company maintenance like killing innocent grass who were too resilent for their own good, growing in nook and crannies at places where no selfrespecting sergeant major would allow :p others survive the trauma of being displaced from their birthing grounds with their roots intact, thrown into the grass patch, and perhaps living to tell the tale another day.. Dead leaves were abruptly cut from the carbon cycle temporarily, thrown into recycling bags, awaiting a fiery release at perhaps tuas incinerator plant, instead of nourishing the ground they lived off... Er yeah enough bashing of the idiocy of doing such fatigue, booked out soon after for nights off, went to chris house haha to surf a bit as well as eat some stuff :) hmm that poor guy got posted to a stayin band heh but luckily only for 2 months though.. Stayed for only about 1 hour before rushing off lol .. Hmm quite a waste of time hor.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Tuesday, September 21, 2004...
Ex nightwalk managed to put me on e brink of unconsciousness lol.. Walked 13 hours straight with little rest sometimes in circles cos the commanders lost their way. Sang softly medley of whatever song came to mind but as the night wore on unbearably i just started to follow like an empty vessel devoid of thought just occasional flashes of pain and memory... Fell asleep many times lol, sort of a micronap when ur brain defies e horizontal sleeping tradition and shuts off while you're walking, got whacked awake several times by pissed commanders haha! On the way back i managed to sleep while walking was jolted back to reality by a friend who decided that awake and normal people do not deviate from the path while doing nothing to correct it.. and realised i was walking while being unaware of it ack so dangerous! Haha could have like fell on the ground or worse into the drain :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 23:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Saturday, September 18, 2004...
(saturday) Today's MAF! Originally had plans to go sing and record the hc songs but in e end went to play pool first before going to a jamming studio heh to record, din turn out v well though heh probably because its too loud, clipped lots of time...
actual event was pretty uneventful unlike what they promised heh, but caught up with many of the old friends and snapped lots of photos all over the place before it got dark :p actual eventwise, not much spectacular performance heh just normal stuff, and everything else's more or less the same... though it was still great seeing everyone around -sniff- pity the juniors couldn't make it but i suppose it being in the midst of the killer prelims may have had a direct impact on the minds of the people coming :)
the kind of ghost-y feeling where you waft in and out of the crowd soaking in the atmosphere wanting to be there yet again, but it's but a impossibility and all is just a distant past? hmm was it really so long ago, or rather so short? that memories greyed and yellowed, feelings emotions distilled into essence of a few words and thoughts plus a few occasional picture?
Anyway! Went to andrew's house or rather, "chalet" hahaha indeed just couldn't resist the temptation to sneak back in just like we did in the start of the year and see the house man... it's soo large and has pool tables rooftops karaokes bars heh ^^ materialist's dream, slacker's longing... heh. sounds unright :p
den rushed out to meet the co ppl at gwaz's house~ woah din know 170 actually terminates so late, so luckily still had a bus there didn't exactly like the idea of running all the way there, but had to run in the end still cos all the transfer buses died and nightryder cost probably 3 bucks, in comparison to a free 5 minute run. played bridge, mahjong, listened to songs, etc while in a somewhat library-like environment as we tried to keep noise level down was really somewhat amusing and hrm had spent some time to trying to figure out what it is so reminiscent of before someone pointed out library. haha.
hmm well somehow it just seem muchly lack of common topics (heh or issit just me unable to find any?) stopped much of the conversations sooon... so different, circumstances all, should have created but i think i need to learn to find things to talk about haha :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Thursday, September 16, 2004...
had something like a talent showcase night today in e mph! Got quite involved mainly because no one is really interested :p though before my role is cast i was arrowed to mark out objectives some nearly 300 of them on a australian map covering the size of like 4 times of singapore :p so ended up just giving suggestions and as extras holding up signs like "canteen" haha! Twas really well received even among our audience even tho we tot the talking part might be a lil boring which was proven mightily wrong due to e skills of our actors :D and esp the matrix icct fight scene drew e loudest applause.. Got my award too after everything which amusingly had my given english name as well given by my indian sect comm who refused initially to pronounce nor remember my name and preferred to give me a new name instead :p parents kinda protested against the name heh cos it had a rather negative connotation when 'translated' to chinese.. Always unable to reject others request ending up doing all kinds of stuff that i dun want, like being made used by others sometimes and not knowing wat to do.
..mostly went well until we came back and realised we still had to clean arms in e middle of the night to prepare its transit to aussie, was already extremely tired after a day of rehearsals and the actual event itself.
booked out the next day, but had to go to east coast for a battalion run so hung around lot1 before cabbing there... bleah money going down and down drains, need a plug!
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 11:59 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, September 19, 2004...
-dump mode- just not enough not enough i desperately fight for breath and utter silently against its onslaught. Merciless pounding left me vulnerable and just so lost so much to do to enjoy but there just isn't any other way and its worse cos somethings passed will never be the same so much so want to crystallise everything a facet protect it from the ravages of time and change and let it be a mirror a parallel item to compare to remember and to relive unchanged and untainted from the everchanging landscape you know perhaps like an anchor a hold on your sanity in e ever complicating world maintain a shard of the innocence lost and claimed by the world; cannot pinpoint truly at any particular memorable event to say truth but its just e entire package something like looking ahead fearing wat i see and struggle in vain on the one way travellator in attempt to protect all i hold dear from it all; in retrospect perhaps its just fear of change into something scarily unfamiliar rather than anything else, the unforseeable future when all paths suddenly end? When new roads are forged with perhaps flickering starlight rather than a clear bright sun? Self defining memories diluted by the simple passage of time? Or maybe just a part of yourself refusing age wanting to see things beautiful as they are now and not something weird embarrassing foolish when we take off our rosetinted glasses to the real world out there? Blink of an eye time and everything cleaved into us breaking what was once simple into many pieces; which piece is right to follow and which piece retains our original dreams? Pieces ripped from where they were, holes too big to fill - one significant part of my life so far perhaps ... E keening sense of loss burning, aching...
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:01 p.m.
Took to the pen on Tuesday, September 14, 2004...
Been having long rests so far, since our 3 day outfield has been interrupted by reservist doing their evaluation tests, so essentially yays and everything :) read the ultimate hitchhikers guide again, this time being more thorough as last skimming effort left me with bits and clumps of everything yet knowing nothing about anything. Decided that it is much better than what i've made of it last time, and reading the remaining 20 books of terry prachett suddenly seemed much harder and.. Incorrect time frame :p always get such withdrawal symptomes after reading long and epic tales, especially if its v long and especially epic :) well, perhaps it could be my eyes hurting after the squinting exercise of reading the entire length of that epic heh on tinny 7pt font on a small phone screen lol..
talk with the co has been er just about opening another avenue of feedback, so nothing much horsey transpired in the session that hasn't been flogged to death already with a particularly evil brand of a whip. Well, any kind actually. Yawn.
and i was like quite shocked seeing our olympic couple, din expect them both to be so goodlooking haha (could be good makeover and photographic techniques heh but sure looked fairytalish :p), always gave me an impression that professionals have that nerdy kept-in-a-box feeling :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:20 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, September 12, 2004...
Some songs really just imprint a bit of their smooth silky relaxing notesteps into your inner rhythm, leaving you peaceful and happy and generally not giving two hoots about bad news while accepting good news like a happy lapping puppy or perhaps, more appropriately desert grass starved of water given the gift of water, yet with infinite calm and grace sip up the live bearing liquid infusiog it into the parched soul... Yeah, i guess something like that :)
suddenly remember the amusing breakdown incident where 3 vehicles were rendered out of service, an incident stroke of luck, a million to one event in which Lady Luck had exactly one million votes and used it against grumpy Fate in the eternal game played by the pantheons of gods and spirits, maybe an occasional high stakes mortal player. Anyway, back to the incident, the first thing that occurred was that our vehicle suddenly refused to start, and deigned below itself to restart despite our administrations. Had to change a vehicle, and as we set off another vehicle suddenly just refused to move and shut down itsel, in the middle of the road. had to tow it all the way back, resulting in one poor frayed cable :p by now, much was abuzz and there was much talk about lottery and stuff :p and as we tried to start our exchanged vehicle smoke started to emanate from the battery compartment, leading to a very amused platoon, not so amused commander and a very not amused machine gunner who was the unfortunate one standing and had his crotch just a handspan away from the smoking compartment.
you know, i always thought coincidence will not lead to more coincidence, by simple probability that something that has happened shouldn't be treated as more likely to happen again, especially not when gambling, no? i mean, whats the chance of having a vehicle which broke down's plate number to come out again on lottery that day? :p Which is why i don't see coincidences in the same light as some others, its like eating away your reserves of ... er predetermined amounts of er luck, or coincidence, eh :(
they din win anything, and lots of bucks lost to "charity".
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 08:43 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, September 12, 2004...
Heh heh nice weekend, however short, guess all good things have to come to an end. Can't say I've been extra productive, but I've been up close and personal with Slacking, toeing the danger zones of Time which I'm doing now (and has always been), had a near breakup fight with Javascript as we both insisted that things should be happening our way (which happened just to be in opposite directions), made an offhand remark about Devil's hairstyle as he tried to build a workshop in my mind, constructed several confusing partnerships while building Bridges over choppy waters, and yeah, culminating in the grand activity of positively proving the hypothesis that Trying to Squeeze 1 ("one") Day ("3600 minutes") of Activities into 5 ("five") minutes Is Impossible Unless Time Slows Down.
Right, I guess I better get to printing stuff soon :p
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 07:15 p.m.
Took to the pen on Saturday, September 11, 2004...
7-11 is selling Magnum icecreams with a buy one get another free promotion! rich, creamy vanilla & chocolate goodness! -melts- :D personally prefer the almond version one more, it's just an additional 30c!
now that the magnum holdings of the nearby 7-11 has been transferred to your fridge, brush your teef before eating any of it... the fresh mint heightens the icy experience, trust me! ^_-
dsta thought it was my birthday, and sent me a card -_- my birthday is 0911, NOT 1109!!!
"Wah your birthday on 911 arh?"
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 01:35 p.m.
Took to the pen on Sunday, September 5, 2004...
Rather good news of 5 day week announced for all army camps, so perhaps can look forward to nice bookouts on Friday nights and 2 good nights rest over the weekends... soon? Bleh nothing's fixed until after training's done, and it wouldn't be until for perhaps another 2 months or so. But yeah, booked out on Thursday this week, probably the last long weekend in a long time, to recharge (slept a lot!) and prepare for the upcoming ceaseless trainings...
Spent friday in schools talking to the chers and posting gifts here and there, reached home and slept lol. Saturday hmm brought my sister to meet her teacher out in Suntec for some discussion on her year-end NUS attachment, plus spent the rest of the day coding away. Since slept so long yesterday night, feel tired but not much inclination to sleep ;p I think have to go sleep soon liao though...
As much as I hate it the life has settled into some kind of routine that, however mundane or tiring depending on the week, I'm eventually getting used to. Hate the discipline mainly, the rest I'm living with in harmony already more or less... In fact, landing up there has proven to be quite ok compared to ending up in command school I guess; it will eventually eat up less time that I have, I easily rise out above the rest cos it's just all the dregs left :p Haix. I dunno. I just want things to go by simply... and while things go simply by I'd make things complicated myself; but at least I CHOOSE wat things to encumber myself with...
Got the feeling of a lost bottle cast out into the vast ocean... not from people stranded on islands, mind you, but from a broken crate, a crate of bottles hurled from a sudden halt, dashed against the rocks, all set drift on the great ocean, pushed around by waves of change and fate... drifting, apart and further every day.
...contemplated yet another facet of life's mosiac at 02:19 a.m.
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