I've got about half an hour left before I set out of the house for the airport, for the second overseas training trip to Taiwan. No, no, I'm not feeling emo, Taiwan's not as bad as Brunei. But this one trip will have so many implications, some which I'm not very sure I like at all.
For example, this trip will determine whether any more of us will have to be reviewed by a performance board, and then get unceremoniously kicked out of the course and not have the glorious end to the 9 (or 6) months. I don't really like that, it's almost similar to asking a man to complete a job for you and when he's finished, you say 'Well looks like you're not really all that suitable to have done it for me, so no pay for you I'm sry'. I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles though (CLICHE CLICHE), so hopefully all of us will be able to help each other to get through it.
And also, I will be completely, absolutely, totally, missing the week that rachel's going to be back in Singapore, after which she will only be coming back in the summer period of may/june/july, and I can tell you for sure I just hate this fact. But there's nothing I can do about it. Because that's just how it is. And so I shall just relieve my pain by blasting baddies into oblivion on my PSP in Taiwan during R&R.
And by buying cheap Onitsuka Tigers which designs cannot be found in Singapore for people. Yes. I shall have many boxes to lug back home come the 26th.
Remember to pay me back, people.
Au revoir.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
So I'd say there's no time more apt than now, when i've got a few hours left to ending my shift and getting the hell out of here, to compose a little ditty (okay it's not really going to be a song, i was trying to be cute.) about the year that's just passed us by, and the more significant or rather life impacting things that've happened
To begin from really the start, that is to say about end december 2008/early jan - february or so, I'll never forget that immensely melancholic period where i really felt as if my heart was rent into a thousand shreds, thanks to a simple statement of an unwitting friend during the twilight hours. For a week or maybe two, there was no sleeping before 4 am because a bleeding heart's in no way a prerequisite for a good night's sleep; rather, it allows for much sitting numbly in front of one's desktop with iTunes belting out one Dashboard Confessional song after another, and lying with eyes wide open on a soft comfortable bed contemplating the mysteries of the universe, entitled 'Why The F*** Does My Life Suck?' Needless to say, I got over it. Yeah, surprising to some, because up till a month or two ago I still have people asking me 'Hey, so are you completely over her already?' I mean, come on. Once in a while, you get to see two people who're really meant for each other, and even if your heart's begging to differ in almost a desperate, pleading manner, your rationale mind can't help but to agree, that happiness where and when it can be found should never be denied. Besides, the army always aids in the deterioration of one's memory.
Come march, the day: that all of us never wanted to arrive but could hardly wait for, came upon us like snow on a winter's day - love/hate with loving the beauty, hating the cold. It was with much trepidation that we gathered first in the canteen in school in our civilian skivvies, all looking right proper as adults (at least most of us) other than the telltale signs of enlistment on the crowns of some of the boys. Inside the hall, our nerves were certainly not helped along by the announcement that 75 percent of the cohort had scored at least an AAA; no one wanted to fill up other 25. There was tangible electricity in the air that day, and we just wanted to pull through it ending up with smiles on our faces. For me, my parents told me how amused they were at my anxious face while queuing up to receive those slips of paper (it sucks to have a surname beginning with Y sometimes!!) [in true Singaporean fashion, we had to queue even for this. I wouldn't be surprised if some dude from outside happens to see the queue and just joins in.] and that when they saw me break out in a relieved smile afterwards, they knew that i couldn't have screwed up too badly. Thanks alot anyway, Maths. In the aftermath (hey, i'm punny.) that followed, there was much elation, but also feelings of a loss at what to say to those disappointed friends. Nothing could really provide any comfort, and in actuality any attempt at crafting soothing phrases would likely be hypocritical. The best course of action was thus to remain silent but remain there for them, and try to pursue other areas of discussion, albeit in a haphazard manner that reeked almost too much of a distractionary maneuver.
There was just enough time for a relaxing trip to Korea (relaxing is spelled H-O-T S-P-R-I-N-G-S) before that fateful day in the month before May (The new Quixotic: now with 100% more rhyme!) where I very, very, very, very, unwillingly packed up my bags and set off to serve the nation, very, very, very, very, unwillingly. I wasn't unused to the regimentation, drills, and everything - two wasted years in the NCC had at least prepared me for those. What i detested was the wresting away of my freedom and how i could see so god damned little of my family and friends. Eventually, I came to accept it, and came to treasure every little thing more than I'd ever done before. And it was certainly a bumper sticker plus point when Tiff magically materialized after my POP :)
As the months slowly drifted past, I found I had yet another young adult crisis to face. Slowly but steadily, some of the people I loved most in the world were flying off to embark on their university adventure in faraway lands. That was really no deal; it was tantamount to telling me that my heart (only having just experienced a full recovery from aforementioned asswhooping, that is to say, if my heart had an ass. Actually the two curved parts of the heart shape.. Never mind.) was going to be ripped out again, pissed upon, and then blended into a fine puree like a Starbucks frappe, and there was nothing I could do about it so if I would please save myself some agony and hand it over voluntarily thankyouverymuch. I reeled at first the thought, then the reality, of ame mel rachel and zix flying off one by one. It even got to the point where I just started tearing one morning in camp during sispec. Fortunately, the blessing bequeathed to us from the tech gods, known commonly as Skype, dulled the pain quite substantially as we chatted away as much as our schedules allowed, and the lovely idiots did not exhibit any signs of change at all so that was wonderful (other than about a 500% increase in swearing proficiency.) and now that in the past month i've seen three of them, i'm quite the happy boy. <3.
I'd list down the crossing over to OCS as well, but I think i've done that to death over here. Yeah, it's tough. Yeah, it's worth it. Yeah, JCC's over and Taiwan's next week. We get it. Enough already. And so, as I ushered in the new year of 2010 with fireworks and Yello Jello grooviness with a bunch of ripe friends from 7 years ago, and then celebrated the first day of the year with bloody beetroots madness (whoop whoop), it's certainly got off to a real high start. Though I STILL have not watched Avatar yet, as the appointment to do so with Other Bunch Of Ripe Friends (100% NSF, Girls Generation and L4D loving) was shot down thanks to duty. And as I eagerly look forward to commissioning, ORD, and the ORD trip with said ripe friends that WILL come to pass and WILL be extremely psychedelically awesome and legen ... Wait for it ... DARY. (get planning, jev.) I thank God that despite trials and tribulations, He brings respite, relief, real love, and real happiness as well.
Happy 2010 guys, and I hope the only sucky thing about this year is that from now on there are no more awesome new year glasses with the 00 in the middle for the eyes to look through. Damn.
To begin from really the start, that is to say about end december 2008/early jan - february or so, I'll never forget that immensely melancholic period where i really felt as if my heart was rent into a thousand shreds, thanks to a simple statement of an unwitting friend during the twilight hours. For a week or maybe two, there was no sleeping before 4 am because a bleeding heart's in no way a prerequisite for a good night's sleep; rather, it allows for much sitting numbly in front of one's desktop with iTunes belting out one Dashboard Confessional song after another, and lying with eyes wide open on a soft comfortable bed contemplating the mysteries of the universe, entitled 'Why The F*** Does My Life Suck?' Needless to say, I got over it. Yeah, surprising to some, because up till a month or two ago I still have people asking me 'Hey, so are you completely over her already?' I mean, come on. Once in a while, you get to see two people who're really meant for each other, and even if your heart's begging to differ in almost a desperate, pleading manner, your rationale mind can't help but to agree, that happiness where and when it can be found should never be denied. Besides, the army always aids in the deterioration of one's memory.
Come march, the day: that all of us never wanted to arrive but could hardly wait for, came upon us like snow on a winter's day - love/hate with loving the beauty, hating the cold. It was with much trepidation that we gathered first in the canteen in school in our civilian skivvies, all looking right proper as adults (at least most of us) other than the telltale signs of enlistment on the crowns of some of the boys. Inside the hall, our nerves were certainly not helped along by the announcement that 75 percent of the cohort had scored at least an AAA; no one wanted to fill up other 25. There was tangible electricity in the air that day, and we just wanted to pull through it ending up with smiles on our faces. For me, my parents told me how amused they were at my anxious face while queuing up to receive those slips of paper (it sucks to have a surname beginning with Y sometimes!!) [in true Singaporean fashion, we had to queue even for this. I wouldn't be surprised if some dude from outside happens to see the queue and just joins in.] and that when they saw me break out in a relieved smile afterwards, they knew that i couldn't have screwed up too badly. Thanks alot anyway, Maths. In the aftermath (hey, i'm punny.) that followed, there was much elation, but also feelings of a loss at what to say to those disappointed friends. Nothing could really provide any comfort, and in actuality any attempt at crafting soothing phrases would likely be hypocritical. The best course of action was thus to remain silent but remain there for them, and try to pursue other areas of discussion, albeit in a haphazard manner that reeked almost too much of a distractionary maneuver.
There was just enough time for a relaxing trip to Korea (relaxing is spelled H-O-T S-P-R-I-N-G-S) before that fateful day in the month before May (The new Quixotic: now with 100% more rhyme!) where I very, very, very, very, unwillingly packed up my bags and set off to serve the nation, very, very, very, very, unwillingly. I wasn't unused to the regimentation, drills, and everything - two wasted years in the NCC had at least prepared me for those. What i detested was the wresting away of my freedom and how i could see so god damned little of my family and friends. Eventually, I came to accept it, and came to treasure every little thing more than I'd ever done before. And it was certainly a bumper sticker plus point when Tiff magically materialized after my POP :)
As the months slowly drifted past, I found I had yet another young adult crisis to face. Slowly but steadily, some of the people I loved most in the world were flying off to embark on their university adventure in faraway lands. That was really no deal; it was tantamount to telling me that my heart (only having just experienced a full recovery from aforementioned asswhooping, that is to say, if my heart had an ass. Actually the two curved parts of the heart shape.. Never mind.) was going to be ripped out again, pissed upon, and then blended into a fine puree like a Starbucks frappe, and there was nothing I could do about it so if I would please save myself some agony and hand it over voluntarily thankyouverymuch. I reeled at first the thought, then the reality, of ame mel rachel and zix flying off one by one. It even got to the point where I just started tearing one morning in camp during sispec. Fortunately, the blessing bequeathed to us from the tech gods, known commonly as Skype, dulled the pain quite substantially as we chatted away as much as our schedules allowed, and the lovely idiots did not exhibit any signs of change at all so that was wonderful (other than about a 500% increase in swearing proficiency.) and now that in the past month i've seen three of them, i'm quite the happy boy. <3.
I'd list down the crossing over to OCS as well, but I think i've done that to death over here. Yeah, it's tough. Yeah, it's worth it. Yeah, JCC's over and Taiwan's next week. We get it. Enough already. And so, as I ushered in the new year of 2010 with fireworks and Yello Jello grooviness with a bunch of ripe friends from 7 years ago, and then celebrated the first day of the year with bloody beetroots madness (whoop whoop), it's certainly got off to a real high start. Though I STILL have not watched Avatar yet, as the appointment to do so with Other Bunch Of Ripe Friends (100% NSF, Girls Generation and L4D loving) was shot down thanks to duty. And as I eagerly look forward to commissioning, ORD, and the ORD trip with said ripe friends that WILL come to pass and WILL be extremely psychedelically awesome and legen ... Wait for it ... DARY. (get planning, jev.) I thank God that despite trials and tribulations, He brings respite, relief, real love, and real happiness as well.
Happy 2010 guys, and I hope the only sucky thing about this year is that from now on there are no more awesome new year glasses with the 00 in the middle for the eyes to look through. Damn.
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