Its the last day of 2009. I want to make my new year resolutions before the clock strikes 12.

I hope to achieve self-actualisation in NS since its gonna be for 2 freaking long years.But I doubt it easy.Gotta change my perception of many many things first.

Hoping I will mature more.

And for everyone to be happy!

Have a great year and I shall blog again in the new year.

Argh.Xmas is so so fast over and its book in again.

Back to the doorless toilet and shitty place.

I will complain till I passed out.Pardon me.

BUT,its another short week, or rather, a shorter week than the last.

:)

Free fall.

Lights which could be seen.

Facts that are too harsh.

Or beautifully

North and south repel.

Zero gravity.

Sun from the west to east.

Paris, France to Michigan
London town and through Berlin
I cant believe this place Im in
Everywhere and back again
Porcelain and China dolls
Give me one and Ive seen them all
Got my back against the wall
Wonder where I'll be tomorrow?

And the same old shit starts all over again.

While Im looking forward to booking out tomorrow.

1st day at Sembawang camp officially starting my vocation as SS.

ANDDDD its a stay-in after wednesday!!!!!! AND there's fieldcamp,range,route march.Gimme a break la...its like doing BMT again!!!

Dots.And there are like some regulars,and 1 of them is a female commando.LOL.However this time,i guess most around me are like fit people,unlike those in my BMT.I can't hun yi hun liao.

3sg at the end,but passing is another matter.

Okay.I shall stop whining like a pussy and do my best.Okay,Im looking forward to nights out.argh.

Its heartbreaking to see Liverpool lose once more,to the last team in BPL.

Sack Rafael.PLEASE.Seeing Liverpool passing the ball upfield aimlessly reminds me of Singapore.

I'm resigned to the fact that Liverpool will not be playing in the Champ's league next season.But I can't get over the fact that man for man,Liverpool's team doesn't even look comparable to Portsmouth.Fuck Rafael,fuck the Tom Hicks.

:(((

Forget about the unhappy things. Im going back to NS life after sunday, but I'm glad to spend my block leave with my love, friends and family.


Went flew kite last saturday..however I couldn't get the kite flying and decided to give up when the stick dropped out. Nonetheless, we had great fun!
Though time was limited, but at least I'm sure we spent some quality time together.

And finally i get to meet some of my long lost friends.

Okay.I got Sup Supvr.Basically it means storeman.The vocation which I prayed hard not to get it, I got it. :(

I need to live with it for my remaining NS life.

I don't want block leave to end.

And I need more time, much more than the 14 days I had.Because, it will be gone soon.

I need time to make redemptions.

Almost everyone hates me now.

I'm doing everything wrong, saying everything wrong.

Yes I am flawed.

I'm sorry to be hurting anyone.

And God is punishing me with 1 week of flu with phlgems that can fill 10 1 litre bottle.Fucking serious.

POC lo. And my tekong life ends.Remembering how tough the 1st 2 weeks was, that I get emo by looking at the stars and planes across the moon-lited sky. Range,grenade,IPPT,fieldcamp,armoury maintainence,area cleaning-routines that never seem to end.Glad to survive without visiting the MO once.A short phrase of NS life has just ended,and the next one is of uncertainty.I just prayed hard I get a good vocation.Nonetheless,I looked back,BMT was fun with my buddies who share the woes together,but there are some who are equally fucked up.It was tough,but at least I think it has trained my endurance level.LOL.The next is ORD,which is like long long way.And now,i think i will miss the starry night which cant be seen in mainlight,and the roaring engine of the planes,and imaging myself in the plane going for a getaway!

I teared my heart open. The scars remind us it was real.

I am Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along

And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well

And I hope its a slow spinning redemption

It should be one of imperfect perfections.