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Thank you greg for jioing me out for dinner.
Thank you HJ for providing your words of advice in your always-coherent fashion.
Thank you qy for having green hair. HEH. No, thank you for your dry humour and infectious laughter.
Thank you Roy for your incessant Starbucks cravings which led us to TCC in the end.
Thank you Elvis for taking the effort to send a random joke and coming down from FTP.
Thank you C.s. for finding the correct escalator to take.
Thank you Weiji for wanting to buy a pull-up bar such that the group of us spent a longer time together.
Saturday 17 April 2010
I like how this orange font in bold slants to the right
I like the comfort of an uncrowded, air-conditioned coffee house.
I like sitting around with you guys, because I know you will be with me whether we are sitting in limousines or tricycles.
I like the slowness of browsing through tidbits at the nearby supermarket.
I like the smile on your aged face, when you open the door to a smelly boy clad in a green pixelised uniform.
I like hearing those words of advice over and over again, because I know that one day, I won't hear it again. Ever.
I like talking to you about the errant motorists that plague the roads nowadays; I hope one day you can stop what you are doing, relax, and let me do the driving.
I like buying Breakfast Deluxe for you.
I like the laughter, and the peace that these four ordinary walls can bring.
I like the joy of being able to type all these.
I don't exactly know what kind of person I am to you; I only know I cannot live without you, and vice versa.
When can I hold my head high, and let all of you live the lives that you have dreamt of since young? When can I earn enough so that you can live life outside of that little cabin, cooped up for up to 14 hours at one go? When can I take you to Japan, to witness the season of the sakura? And then when can I stretch out my hand for someone to hold on?
To Become a Person of Valour and Virtue.
"Courage is the judgement that something is more important than fear."
I like sitting around with you guys, because I know you will be with me whether we are sitting in limousines or tricycles.
I like the slowness of browsing through tidbits at the nearby supermarket.
I like the smile on your aged face, when you open the door to a smelly boy clad in a green pixelised uniform.
I like hearing those words of advice over and over again, because I know that one day, I won't hear it again. Ever.
I like talking to you about the errant motorists that plague the roads nowadays; I hope one day you can stop what you are doing, relax, and let me do the driving.
I like buying Breakfast Deluxe for you.
I like the laughter, and the peace that these four ordinary walls can bring.
I like the joy of being able to type all these.
I don't exactly know what kind of person I am to you; I only know I cannot live without you, and vice versa.
When can I hold my head high, and let all of you live the lives that you have dreamt of since young? When can I earn enough so that you can live life outside of that little cabin, cooped up for up to 14 hours at one go? When can I take you to Japan, to witness the season of the sakura? And then when can I stretch out my hand for someone to hold on?
To Become a Person of Valour and Virtue.
"Courage is the judgement that something is more important than fear."
Saturday 3 April 2010
Army Daze
The clock on my computing device reads 3.39 am.
I sit at my kitchen table typing away at a blog post. The battery is quickly running out of juice.
The soup in my stomach drains away, and I ready myself for a McDonald's Breakfast Conquest.
One month in the army has passed, and I say with some restraint that time has passed rather quickly. This is because nothing much has changed since becoming enlisted, except that I have passed my 2.4 and SBJ, although these hardly qualify as achievements. When nothing big happens in a period of time, these days pass hastily. You hardly feel Time's presence (or absence?) until you realise that he betrayed you by leaving when you need it most. Yet time passed slowly, for us who:
"Oh I don't want to live an army life hey
IC I wanna go
OC don't let me go
Mummy I wanna go home~
I am in Viper Coy, of which the report sick ratio is rather astonishing, and that's about it. We have rather decent commanders, especially our PC, who makes me want to quickly pass my IPPT.
The clock now reads 3.50 am.
I end off a post on my computing device.
I sit at my kitchen table typing away at a blog post. The battery is quickly running out of juice.
The soup in my stomach drains away, and I ready myself for a McDonald's Breakfast Conquest.
One month in the army has passed, and I say with some restraint that time has passed rather quickly. This is because nothing much has changed since becoming enlisted, except that I have passed my 2.4 and SBJ, although these hardly qualify as achievements. When nothing big happens in a period of time, these days pass hastily. You hardly feel Time's presence (or absence?) until you realise that he betrayed you by leaving when you need it most. Yet time passed slowly, for us who:
"Oh I don't want to live an army life hey
IC I wanna go
OC don't let me go
Mummy I wanna go home~
I am in Viper Coy, of which the report sick ratio is rather astonishing, and that's about it. We have rather decent commanders, especially our PC, who makes me want to quickly pass my IPPT.
The clock now reads 3.50 am.
I end off a post on my computing device.
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