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Saturday, January 29, 2005

Plaza Singapura 

So, we've learned that PS doesn't only stand for Plaza Singapura and that the familiar statement "I love PS" is actually a deviation of a hundred and eighty degrees from what we all sincerely feel lately.

Can't really complain much, or at all, about the army right now since I've taken the sacred Oath. But truthfully, it ain't as at the least interesting as what we felt before enlistment. Overheated discipline, physical training sessions with adverse effects, bad English (or rather, even, bad Singlish), and the most unbearable of all, mental conspitation. Whazzup.

Just like good things, bad ones don't overshadow everything on Earth. New and trustworthy friendships rose upon the occasion as I've realised the beauty of the inner self in many of my buddies and section mates. Thanks especially to Edward and Michael who are by my side every time I felt a pinch of blue and de-morale. Rock with you, dudes.

Time to Passing-Out Parade: approximately 5 weeks.
Time to Operational Ready Date: approximately 21 months.

Happy. :)

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Thank ye, love ye 

Freaked out brownie. Pink bag. Furry soft toy. Cute little glasses. Glowing lipstick. Dove shampoo. EleKtrA. Lovely evening that was. I am certain. That these will flow into my memories, but not reminiscence.

Anyways, apologies to so many friends whom I haven't been contacting since enlistment to the army. I'll catch up with y'all really soon. To be politically correct, army is the place where boys are trained to be men. Or rather, it makes men to become more "man"(if you know what I mean). Being in the notoriously disciplined Charlie company, I'm somewhat awestruck by the number of chin-ups everyone could do and the strangerness around me. Reckon very hopefully many good friends from all corners of Singapore I'll be acquainted to, and in time to come, a soldier of a man I'll be.

Take care all.

Untitled 

And so the innocent flower bloomed,
Despite the imminent danger loomed.
Against the gust, against the dust,
She stood on her feer, alive and aloof.

Fancying the sun that bright rays shine,
She felt so pretty, but somehow, alone.
Peeping to her left, glancing at her right,
She stared at the blank, dreamed about home.

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