Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Knighting of the warrior
National Service really makes one do things that are once-in-a-lifetime. Reckon I'll never repeat what I've done this whole morning at the workshop for the rest of my life, or hopefully not so. Store buddy Chen and I did the most disgusting job an army man can do, that was to clean the huge sewer which was not only old and rusty, but also malodorous and sticky with layers of black dirt, decomposed carbon and mucus-like god-knows-what. And what added to the dirty hilarity was when Master-Sergeant called the work a "value-added" one out of the blue. Still can't quite catch that till now.
A Chinese general is coming for a visit to the camp on Thursday, can you believe that. Haha. And Private Ren will most probably be standing outside the guard room saluting to a never-ending stream of traffic in to and then (after quite a while) out of the camp the whole day. This is really crazy especially right now my medical status says something like, "excused from prolonged standing for 30 days" and I'm gonna keep as still as a piece of Michelangelo under the scorching sun. Oh well. But at least the thought of playing with a walkie-talkie sounds like fun to me. Roger that. Haha. Over.
The training of a good soldier is not at OCS. Hahaha.
A Chinese general is coming for a visit to the camp on Thursday, can you believe that. Haha. And Private Ren will most probably be standing outside the guard room saluting to a never-ending stream of traffic in to and then (after quite a while) out of the camp the whole day. This is really crazy especially right now my medical status says something like, "excused from prolonged standing for 30 days" and I'm gonna keep as still as a piece of Michelangelo under the scorching sun. Oh well. But at least the thought of playing with a walkie-talkie sounds like fun to me. Roger that. Haha. Over.
The training of a good soldier is not at OCS. Hahaha.
Friday, April 15, 2005
No one feels the same
Snap. A week's passed just like that. Trust me, being an auxillary staff isn't as easy as it seems. No elaborations here but sincerely I'd rather stayed on with the amoured-vehicle technician course if not for the coming surgery. Well, things are turning out better lately. I've figured out that emptiness and loneliness are just in the mind most of the time, not some persistent shadow. Perhaps national service is meant to be the time when we start looking into and around ourselves, perhaps that's why they called it the time for us to transform "from boys to men".
Four games during the next two weeks RJC will play in the first round of the national tournament this year. It's time to prove our worth. All the best to you guys.
Four games during the next two weeks RJC will play in the first round of the national tournament this year. It's time to prove our worth. All the best to you guys.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Brothers in arms
So the OCS guys were let out for 28 hours as Hocks told me. Met him for a short while for his time only allowed us to walk to Ikea and back. Only today I've really sat down (in a barber shop when he was receiving another torturous BMT-style haircut) and thought about things. Reckon I'd stop living with grudges every day and actually getting demoralised more by myself than girls who mind the ill-fortune of tearing my ligament in the outfield. The whole darn thing is such a passe. Perhaps I'd dispose of all my blue shirts and start wearing the green ones. Haha.
Right now I can't wait for my surgery. In fact, can't wait for my new life on the court with Erickson. Pretty glad that Weibo has taken my advice and been training with the NUS team every friday lately. Gonna join him once I get my ligament repaired and muscles re-expanded. :) Oh and Liu is now probably playing ball at his mansion in China or something. He left yesterday. We're so gonna miss the fun guy. Oh well. Hope that I can meet him (and Leon too) in Britain some time soon.
Well most importantly, it's back to happy days again.
Right now I can't wait for my surgery. In fact, can't wait for my new life on the court with Erickson. Pretty glad that Weibo has taken my advice and been training with the NUS team every friday lately. Gonna join him once I get my ligament repaired and muscles re-expanded. :) Oh and Liu is now probably playing ball at his mansion in China or something. He left yesterday. We're so gonna miss the fun guy. Oh well. Hope that I can meet him (and Leon too) in Britain some time soon.
Well most importantly, it's back to happy days again.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Plain fiction
Angels in the falling rain, like snowflakes in the december sky, are - icy, so cold that they burn holes in my heart, however aphrodisiac, so inviting that they melt right at the thought of them in my mind. Reckoned that angels were warm god-sents till the moment which made me froze, before but not directly at an angel for the slight sight of one would give me wings. I was rooted to the earth darkened beneath me, like a stalamite in a cave of ice, when she fluttered softly towards me, stood gently still and released the freezing truth. The ground cracked, roses dehydrated and blizzards poured. Fairy angel did not move a hair, staring at me blankly as I fell into a disheavenly deep hole. I realise, at this very moment, she is actually a mere statue. A statue made of stone.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
The gardener
Adrenaline it seemed, six cold years ago, when I first saw that dreamy face ten great yards away. Adrenaline again it seems, now I see the angel's beauty presented right before my eyes. I want, everything I want, is a fairy like ye, who clears the clouds in the sky and brings me to the heaven on earth. What more can I do, when friendship is our giant barrier. What more can I wish, when at least friendship describes us imperfectly well.
