Ok, so it's past midnight now. It was a Monday. I was supposed to be at camp. But I got to stay out. There are so many things I want to talk about. Many things I have learned somehow. So many things I have got to see. But I'll leave that to my next entry when I book out again, which is probably this Friday, since time is running out. Instead, I wanted to write a poem. So I just wrote this 10 minutes ago. Rather random.

The door creaked,

Opened.

In came a gust of wind,

Frost-bitten.

The grandfather clock stood,

Chimed.

Hours, minutes, seconds,

Timed.

A shadow appeared,

Popped.

Took a step in,

Stopped.

The door creaked,

Closed.

The clock stood,

Ticked.

The silouhette spoke,

Hushed.

I'm not even sure it's a poem. Ha. Just something random. Something out of my crazy imagination. Now, I may be crazy. But I'm definitely not mad.

Oh and one more thing, I just had my hair-cut. It is definitely one of the worst haircut I've ever had. I've screamed in the mirror. Shrieked at myself. But I've slowly come to terms to it. It's ok. You need to acknowledge the unglam moments in your life sometimes. So be it. Whatever.

I'll be back.

Heyhey!

Flashes of CNY memories

Hey it's me and I'm back to blog again! Ok, maybe I should come up with a more better way to start this entry instead of that. Lol. But anyway, it's the 21 year old me, the adult me... it's simply me! Wahaha. Yeah, Just turned 21 yesterday. My birthday happened to fall on Chinese New Year, so as you can guess, no big celebration or whatsoever. Just went around visiting. Initially, I wasn't into the CNY mood. But hey, getting together with my relatives is a really heartwarming feeling. Really glad to see familiar faces. I always look forward to the 2nd day of the Lunar New Year cos it'll be the time I'll gather at my maternal grandma's house in which she will prepare a full table of steamboat with extra dishes that she whipped up. And of course, it is another opportunity for crazy photo taking... It's been a gap of one year or so.. I've pics to show!

CNY 2006...

Ok just a few pics to show there.. cos the highlight is CNY 2007! Hahaha...

CNY 2007...

*Drumrolls*

Family ambassadors for Ferrero Roche

My siblings and I

This pic exudes a homely feel. Don't you think so?

I love this pic. Cos we all look friendly. =)

Bringing you the superheroes!!

3 guys staring at you. 2 smiling. 1 trying to.

With my sis

Ok man... just a few pics here and there. Can you spot any difference between last year's and this year's. Oh yea, one major difference is that I look so tanned! Argh. My aunt asked me why I suddenly turned so "black". Oh well.. lol. I don't need to explain much need I? So, we actually took 101 pics on that day! Can you beat that? Haha.. for more pics can check out my friendster ya.. but anyway.. I think the pics speak more than a thousand words. So they shall be precious memories! Till next year.. I will have ORD-ed and I will be so much happier! >.<

Here goes again..

Ok hey peeps! I'm back to blog again! It has been a tiring week for me. Fucked up army life. Fucked up schedule. But anyway, a week has passed again. Like as if the routine keeps repeating itself. Here's a summary of some important events that occurred in the week.

Last Sunday I had to serve guard duty, so had to book in on Saturday night. The feeling sucks. And prowling around the camp sucks. So my buddy and I went around hunting for fruits. Lol. Got to realise our camp is filled with lots of fruit trees. Interesting..

On Monday and Tuesday, we had to go through Chemical Defence Course. I have heard stories of it that you have to go inside a gas chamber and they will make you cry. So I got to experience it myself on Tuesday, where we were all donned with Mob 4 suit, with all those gas masks that make us look like some terminator.. lol. Went inside a room where they already kept the gas burning. Initially we did some light PT exercises inside with the suit and mask on. Then before we left the room, they forced us to take our masks off and probably recite our rank and name, NRIC number, etc.. Most of us tried to hold our breath while saying this but most also couldn't take it. Haha. I took it calmly though. The smoke was overwhelming and it caused me to tear a little. Luckily I remain composed. Haha. That should prove the point that guys shouldn't cry. Unless you are forced to.

Thursday had SOC test. It won hands down as the most shag activity in my NS life so far. Though it is probably just a 10 minute affair, going through it is tedious. You just feel excruciatingly pain, breathless.. The obstacles were ok, it's only the rundown near the end. Especially with your SBO on, and your rifle and helmet and all that. And to think I really enjoyed playing at playgrounds during my childhood times. There's another attempt on Monday. Heck. I'll prove to be better!!

Alright, army stuff bores me.

So bring on the weekends babe!!

Haha, on Saturday, met up with Ying Peng, Qianhui and Qiaoyu. We were just walking around Marina Square area.. played arcade, Daytona where I anyhow bumped other computer cars and went off the main road into some remote place where my car was sent to some "pit work".. Lol.. it was hilarious, but it was a cool way to vent my anger. Actually, wasn't feeling at ease the whole day cos my unit is currently under operation standby now. That means they can just trigger the button anytime and we have to rush back in camp within an hour. That totally spoils my mood a little. But then, phew, my phone didn't ring with my Sergeant's number these 2 days.

So anyway, had dinner with Qianhui and Qiaoyu at KFC@ The Concourse. After which, decided to head down to Hark Music Cafe with Ying Peng. And I'm so glad I went. It was such an amazing, high-key night. Since not much customers were dedicating songs to sing, peng and I literally hogged the stage, along with the host and I think I really crapped the whole night man.. Hahaha.. I became the singer/performer/emcee. Haha. And I don't need alcohol to get high.
Music makes me high. Though I have a low voice. Heh.

Anyway, today while at Jurong Point with Aaron, he was like telling me this girl was staring at me. Even after we walked past, he saw from the reflection of a glass door that she was looking my way. Honestly, I noticed that she was glancing over when I approached, but I didn't bother to notice if she continued after I walked past her. The thing is, most of the time when people stare at me(for whatever reason), I don't stare back. Not because I'm dao, rather, I don't have enough confidence to keep eye contacts with strangers. Maybe I should appear more friendly. Cos I think I'm too hostile sometimes. That's what my friends said about me too. Fact or fiction, up to you. =P

Alright, since Valentine's Day is coming and I'll be stuck in camp with no girls to turn to, here's a bitter love poem I wrote. So, where there's Happy Valentine's Day, there shall be a Sad Love Poem to go along... inspired by my own little experiences, bits and pieces here and there...

Drowned In Love

Dreams tell me,

We are meant to be.

Drifting together,

In the open sea.

Looking into your eyes,

Seeking your fears and lies.

Tears flow down your cheek,

As we sink and rise.

Bitten by the cold,

Hugging in desperation.

Two separated souls,

Awaiting salvation.

Then the struggle,

Before the choke.

Gasping for air,

Together in despair.

Arms reaching up,

Waving against the waves.

Soon the level rose,

Taking away the embrace.

Dreams tell me,

We are not meant to be.

Drifting apart,

Drowning.

I'll be back.

Recently, I have been dreaming almost every day. Do you dream when you get too stressed? I really don't know. I had nightmares too. They were so intense. I couldn't remember every dream. But they seemed so real that I got freaked out each time. Here's a poem based on a dream I had the other day...

Warry Warry Night

Gust of cold wind blew,
Stirring the tranquil night.
Then came the shot,
One down while the other hurt.

Loudness replaced silence,
The sky got illuminated.
A streak flashed across,
Glowing red but slowly faded.

Somewhere out there,
Wails of pain could be heard.
Heavy footsteps in the distance,
Yet not a single word.

The tension mounted,
As tears mixed with fear.
More shots were fired,
Before it all became clear.


It better not happen...

Staying Afloat

Finally, ICCT was over!!! What a tedious week! And to think that I was so stressed out by the whole thing and the evaluation that came along. During the 2-person fight, I got to fight with probably the strongest guy in my whole Battery. Wah. Had to do it cos I had no choice, since my weight was closest to his. But still 14kg apart. -_- So anyway, he struck me a hard blow on my head that got me 'shaky' for a while but I was glad I was able to take the whole process and was on my feet all the while. I think I hit him lots too. Haha. But hooray, it was an achievement.

Went back to JJC today for their Love Fiesta '07. I was totally in awe of all the changes that have been made to the school. The new building seemed so happening. They even have a flying fox station there! So exciting! And the carnival was even infused with a UK funfair theme. You could see rides you would see in those funfairs. Wow. It was just too happening. It was a whole package, much better than what we had last time. I was just amazed by how modernised the school has become. No wonder nowadays there seem to be many people who are eager to enter JJC. Since when did it become such a hot choice? But then, albeit there were many changes, taking a walk around the college still brought back many wonderful memories. The musty odour of the corridors was just too familiar. Nostalgia indeed.

Oh shucks, now I regret being a nerd all my academic life before NS. I guess I've missed out quite a bit. Though year 2 and 3 in JJ I had made some improvements. But then, it could have been more. I could have spiked up my hair, wore low-hipster pants, joke in between lessons, quarrelled with some teacher, stayed back after school to play hide-and-seek in the school compound, took part in any major school events...

And to think I missed out quite a bit. So much for being a nerd.

Now I'm regretting. How I wish to be like Peter Pan. To be away in Neverland, and be forever young. But I know it is impossible. Time keeps ticking. Life goes on. I can only look back and reminisce at what I have once had, and hope for better prospects for the future.

It's a Saturday night. And I'm booking in soon for guard duty tomorrow. How happy can I be?