i never thought i would say this. but with the ever cliched blink of the eye, i am back. in mainland singapore. the land of fresh air, clean water, dust-free beds, insect-free zones and all the carnal desires a ns guy could ever drool for. a pity i never took to appreciating the simple things in life, things such as sitting down and savouring seconds when the cold wind blows, talking to friends, being able to chew and appreciate food and more. now i do. and with all the imparted military jargon in my head, i have begun a new life. one of regimental backbone, one of physical endurance, one of psychological battles. with sergeants flowering their vocabulary with hokkien specifics, i suppose some sort of mental filter must be implaced, lest a degradation of linguistic skills ensues. and somehow it kind of rubs off onto my bunkmates, so i'm attending 24/7 language class nowadays. oh yes b4 i forget, many many thanks to those who smsed n called on the first few days. the encouragement is simply.. priceless. without those words, life would be that much tougher, that much more unsupportive, that much more tedious. many thanks and many thanks. then again my bad for not replying. well we do haf 'admin' time every night from 930 to 1030.. supposedly, but sending arms and the last parade simply chews up bulk of this free time, but excuses r but for wimps. so i apologise. ah well, with the overtly chlorinated tekong water and the dusty bunks, almost all save a few have succumbed to disease and attend b tags reached a high of 12 on one particular day. hopefully with the cookhouse oranges giving life-saving vitamin c, we'll all pull through. training's alright and manageable, tho the speed training gives me butt cramps ever so often. more or less getting used to all the punishments, half lefts to crunch position, spread-gather timings etc etc. i remember one day with speed training in the morning, then close combat training in afternoon, and then strength training at late afternoon, followed by pc tekan session comprising 80 assorted push ups and chin up regimes in one sitting. straining, but bonds effectively. falcon platoon ppl are pretty friendly and fit, and within the first few days i've got to know almost everyone around. not bad, all have very interesting tales to talk about at night while we lie in bed and think about.. stuff. ahh so much to say but so little time. *glances at watch* few more hours to going bak in, so i shall end here. cyu'll next week. promise!

looking all around us,
children having fun
while we are holding guns.

as my hands ran through the curves and notches of my m16 wife, it struck me that the very thing could protect my life one day. and as my eyes scanned the corners of my bunk, it struck me that the very people could save my life one day. and as my mind raced thru the recesses of my memories, it stuck me that the very you could change my life one day.

well i admit that i dont do this very often, but since i'm not too sure when i'll be back here splaying out my words on this computer screen, here goes. and oh ya, this isnt a will. *grinx* i'll miss the monday night dinners, the people at the monday night dinners. i'll miss the entire bunch of 33ians, for fraternal ties and strengthened bonds pulled us thru thick n thin. i'll miss my parents, my home, my bed, my com, my 2 over-zealous and eager-to-please dogs pappy and fluff. i'll miss the grand outings, the movies, the pool, the birthday parties, the arcade, the dota sessions, the shopping, the bowling, the steamboats, the ice cream at swensens, the long runs, the talking, the crapping, the fish n co experience etc. i'll miss the hk trip dearly, the 10 of us who walked incredulous distances every day and did incredulous amounts of shopping every minute. i'll miss the freedom of being able to wake up realising its already afternoon. i'll miss the lan outings, both online and offline. i'll miss the lengthy msn conversations i have with every one of you till unearthly hours each day. i'll miss the equally lengthy phone conversations, all were unique and special. i'll miss my hair, and i wonder when i'll actually touch gatsby ever again. i'll miss this blog, the words, the tags, the people.

silence is golden, or is it..?

ah yes, i have to bid a temporary farewell to my heartiest pals. in no particular order. shrills and spills am, da man weijie, brudder weixiang, cool dude zhanz, mg gal wendy, hum who's still lacking thereof, disillusioned partner nico, advisor-cum-dota-tudi fionash, close pal jas, lan pals kelvin, yiuyan and liqian, the weather of drizzle and rain, angel(1), angel(2), pretty bridesmaid qingyu, gossip partner yunzi, shian jie, good friend jinyi, yin the motivator, the not-so-innocent kevin, sleeky shaun, pc2 king geof, chwish catdoggy, and last but not least, her. and if there's any i left out, i sincerely implore your gracious forgiveness. that said, i'm the last of the 33ians to go in save for kelvin, and sad as it may seem, i'll be leaving everyone behind and embarking on the inaugural trip to tekong island to morph into a man, so they say. well, i dont really know how much of me is gonna change, but a smile is a smile and i'll keep it on =)

i love you guys. see you'll reeel soon.

recruit jonathan siow. angelix.

the pen is mightier than the sword.

i've always enjoyed playing around with these 26 little guys. string them about, permutate them mercilessly, and a flurry of phrases erupt, evolving into fledging sentences. blogspot has been a favourite webbie for me these past few months, leave a post here n there for my pals to read, and perhaps its my very own outlet for feelings, integrated into mere binary numbers of computer jargon. *beams* and then i wonder, when would be the next time i actually post again. its funny how time flew, cliche as it may sound. but honestly. flew. it struck me today that i'm finally migrating over to singaporean guys' favourite island in a few days time, like how the whicked truth strikes youthful innocence with a cold palm of the hand. and i wonder how much of me is gonna change. the thought of going in isnt exactly petrifying, but rather a tinge of excitement lingers about the very issue. i'll miss everybody.

and perhaps, after thursday, i will lay down my pen, and pick up the sword.

life hasn't been too bad afterall. but still my nights have been plagued with nightmares of sorts.

wanna wish you all the best...

april's fool. took me quite a bit to digest those two words, as i slowly but surely assimilated it into comprehensive terms, repeating it over at a retarded speed. and then i ponder the origin of these 2 words... this is the day of jokes that werent meant to be, and pranks galore, which were sadly, intended as such. what canst befall the unfortunate victim on this day?

what is proclaimed love on april fool's day?
-scratches head-

maybe, just maybe, take a pinch, or two, of salt.