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turion at 23:26

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

[231105] ATTENTION ALL MAYDAY FANS!

A friend of mine is letting a pair of tickets for the upcoming concert on the 10th Dec 2005 for SGD$85.00 each. She couldnt make it i guess. The seats were originally SGD$100.00 each and they're located just 9 rows away from the stage. So any interested parties do contact me @ 91766672 asap and i'll help co-ordinate the deal. Cheers

Been wet and cold these couple of days... How I wish that Singapore's climate stay this way, i dun really like the rain and all but i just love the coolness that the rain brings and taking showers these few days are great! Damn cold, I just cant get enough of cold showers... How the water sends jolts to your brain when the ice cold water comes into contact with your skin, best of all, a cold shower leaves you alert, awake and super refreshed... haha.. shiokness in its full glory...

Bored at home again, [Home-School-Home-Occasional NP related events] routine setting in again... Arrrgggghhhh... so damn sian nowadays.. geez.. i really have no life to speak of... maybe i shld watch Million Dollar Baby, haven watched it since i downloaded it a couple days ago. Speaking of movies, Im looking forward to SAW II & Chronicles of Narnia caught the trailer for CoN and i must say, im really impressed and looking forward to watching it and as for SAW II, been a fan since i caught the original SAW. Really wonderful and fresh concept, plot and storyline and at 1.2 million dollars was a smashing box office hit around the world. Says much about the importance of a refreshing concept and brilliant plot doesnt it? I've lost count of how many box office flops made at the cost of tens of millions of dollars.

Found out yesterday that i could blog in chinese just that needed to change the viewing options under encoding to Unicode... ahhhh... so that's how it works.. haha.. now i know... so here goes, my favourite 2 songs these days... Both by 罗志祥, 自我催眠 and 灰色空间.. both are in my playlist on the blog...

灰色空间
原来不是白就是黑只不过是天真的以为
要醉得清醒要无辜的犯罪现实的世界只有灰

坚强得太久好疲惫想抱爱的人沉沉的睡
卷来的风暴凶猛里有种美死了心痛就没有感觉

灰色空间我是谁记不得幸福是什么滋味
无路可退你是谁怎么为我流泪

梦见发着光的草原一身伤回到很久以前
我选择不恨带着平静走远醒来后夜还是长夜

灰色空间我是谁记不得幸福是什么滋味
无跟可退你是谁怎么为我流泪紧抱着我流泪

自我催眠
人群里面那个我把幸福遗落
那曾经走过的路口我停了你却走
我想捂住我的耳朵听不见你说
爱就在此刻松手分手放手

我猜不透不猜透和你背对背的走
原来怪我没有没有爱情的天分你才要走

我想要学会自我催眠痛觉会少一点
潜意识作祟想着想到失眠
我躺在没有你的房间寂寞更加明显
我渐渐的自我催眠却回不到从前

等着红灯那个我还会向前走
也许那幸福的执着在下一个路口
专属铃声我还留着却静静沉默
在我们之间爱了放了散了

我会不说不想说怕说了也没有用
现在我的幽默只是掩饰着心痛我的难过

我想要学会自我催眠痛觉会少一些
潜意识作祟想着想到失眠
我躺在没有你的房间寂寞更加明显
我渐渐的自我催眠却回不到从前

我想要学会自我催眠聪明再多一些
潜意识作祟想着想到失眠
我走在没有你的世界却走不到永远
我渐渐的自我催眠慢慢闭上双眼

turion at 19:40

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

[221105] Im back again... this entry WAS supposed to be finished ard 10 mins ago but NOOOooooo, my comp had other ideas and promptly restarted on me before i had time to publish or save the draft. My comp's been acting weird of late, hope it hasnt kenna any viruses or anything. Wouldnt know what to do without my comp. It's my steadfast companion while at home, the first gadget i switch on after waking, after reaching home... my window to the world around me, my companion, my Pre...e..c...i...o...u....s... lol ok ok, that wasnt very funny.. *whistles*

Anyways, i was saying that I have 2 new additions to my wardrobe, firstly - a Levi's shirt from my bro. His friend bought it for his b'day but it's too small for him but just nice for me! hahaha... zuan dao... only problem is that it's red!! Bright ANG POW RED!!! *faints* for those who know me well, y'all shld know my fav colour is black and most clothing articles i own are black but what the heck, i'll wear it for Chinese New Year.. heh.. but weird lahz.. for those who wanna see me in red, remember to invite me to your house for CNY ya? haha... but shldnt complain lah since my bro gave it to me.. heh.. not the first time he's given me or bought me shirts... thanks bro... and he gave me $50 to spend as well.. haha.. really great to have a bro like mine.. wished i had a younger brother or sister to look after and take care of.. and i dun have any nieces or nephews yet.. so guess 'uncle' Damian will have to wait for someone to shower his love and generosity on... hahaha..

The second was a G2000 dark grey blazer with matching pants passed on from a family friend. He told me I can wear it for my graduation next year, that is IF i pass.. heh.. It's still in very good condition and fits nicely, the blazer very comfy.. haha.. Guess the blazer plus the pants must be reasonably priced, heh.. zuan dao again.. haha.. In the future, no need to rent or borrow suits for weddings anymore, got my own set of formal attire. Just wished it was black instead.. oops... i shldnt be so fussy.. haha..

Read finished Jeffery Deaver's The Bone Collector, yep the movie with the same title starring Denzel Washington and Jennifer Lopez. Darn nice read man... to all who might be reading my blog, ya really shld go get the book.. damn solid.. made me wanna watch the movie now.. i always prefer to read the book and then watch the movie version cause the books always seem to convey so much more than what the moving pictures do. A picture says a thousand words but when you read a book and you watch the movie after being converted to screenplay, the feeling is just so different. You often miss out the key developments of the characters, what they are thinking, what they feel and all the little and intricate details that make the story so compelling... anyways, found another book by Jeffery Deaver, The Twelfth Card starring the same characters from The Bone Collector.. not as interesting but i like the author's style.. im 232 pages into the 395 page book by the way.. damn, need to control myself, finding it hard not to read during lectures which i did for like 3 hours of lectures earlier... novels are a often a HUGE distraction in classes especially if the plots are good... haha.. some kind of distraction eh... guess im ur typical bookworm.. heh...

Met up with YH and Hazel after Campcraft training back at unit earlier on. Poor YH, fell and dislocated his elbow while rollerblading over the weekend. Feel bad for him lah seeing him like abit handicapped now but at least he's got 10 days MC... Take care lah brudder.. haha.. Hazel and me proceeded to lend our creative minds and artistic hands on his cast, technically the bandage on the cast lah.. haha.. and i broke his black marker which he bought.. sorry ah brudder.. heh.. damian strong!!! *thumps chest* haha.. Signed my name and drew a couple of smiley faces --> o.O & >.< haha.. but Hazel's drawing seem to be nicer lah.. oh well, i aint exactly a Picaso or Da Vinci to begin with and anyways he's gonna remove his cast next tuesday so only need to live with my horrendous and deformed art piece for another week or so.. Then proceeded to 925 for makan before coming back home.. feeling so bored now..

IM BORED!!!!!!!!!!! HOW BORED YOU ASK????

IM THAT BORED... (o.O)ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

turion at 20:13

Sunday, November 20, 2005

The Knowledge of Life

Life is a gift... accept it;

Life is an adventure... dare it;

Life is a mystery... unfold it;

Life is a game... play it;

Life is struggle... face it;

Life is a beauty... praise it;

Life is a puzzle... solve it;

Life is an opportunity... take it;

Life is a challenge... meet it;

Life is sorrowful... overcome it;

Life is a song... sing it;

Life is a goal... achieve it;

Life is a duty... perform it;

Life is a mission... fulfill it;

Life is knowledge... learn from it.

Took this from a bookmark I have... one of those bookmarks from the Youth Challenge Organisation. Friend of mine gave it to me back in secondary school. Really found it to be meaningful that time, probably still is but it's funny how a couple of years later, I think it's more BS than anything else. Optimism, the one thing that everybody shouldnt hold onto. The author of the The Knowledge of Life probably left the following verses out:

Life is a bitch... deal with it

Life finds ways to screw you over... anticipate it

turion at 18:21

[201105] I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best of friends or loved ones, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I think I have come to accept and like solitude. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows. The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge College is as solitary as a dervish in the desert. The farmer can work alone in the field or the woods all day, hoeing or chopping, and not feel lonesome, because he is employed; but when he comes home at night he cannot sit down in a room alone, at the mercy of his thoughts, but must be where he can "see the folks," and recreate, and as he thinks remunerate himself for his day's solitude; and hence he wonders how the student can sit alone in the house all night and most of the day without ennui and "the blues"; but he does not realize that the student, though in the house, is still at work in his field, and chopping in his woods, as the farmer in his, and in turn seeks the same recreation and society that the latter does, though it may be a more condensed form of it.

It is a cliche that we can feel lonely - even particularly lonely - in a crowd. Unfortunately it is one that is only too true and all too common in life. In school, surrounded by people of a similar age and, supposedly, with lots in common we can nevertheless feel wretchedly isolated and awkward. It was extremely disappointing and sad to learn that none of my classmates bothered or remembered to inform me that a class last week was changed to a different venue, had I not met some folks from the neighbouring class, I would have missed the class entirely, oh well *shrugs* aint exactly the first time that had happened... the sourness of being excluded, somehow the same old quote runs through my mind,

"if you find yourself struggling with loneliness, you're not alone. Yet, you're so alone. So very alone."

I just love the irony of the quote but then again, it's all so true, a little too true at times. I affirm to my beliefs that you'll never find a life long friend, they're there when you are there in the same period of transition as they are and during that time, you offer each other support and companionship when there might not be one but as the years pass, you'll all move on, different paths in life, different ideals, different lives.

"In the equation that is life, death is the only constant"

Death remains when all others perish, disappear or are lost. Love can be broken, friendships shattered, kinship severed, it's not impossible, death however always remains, abidding its time when it'll come in and end the wretched lives of individuals. My life is invoked around a web of solitude most of the time but do not be quick to pity me or mock me, for one can learn to live with and enjoy solitude though I admit I do hunger and yearn for company, acceptance & someone's touch. Guess we all do. "No man is an Island" A pretty simple quote taught to me by my teachers back when i was in primary school. I beg to differ, everyman IS an island. No one's gonna look out for your six except yourself. In this competitive world, trampling and stepping over another fellow human being is as common as breathing and eating. No one is gonna moan about the fact that you're gone, or you've been eliminated from the rat race. No, they'll be happier, bigger slice of the pie for them. That is how the world works, no emotions, no integrity. Enough of my rumblings.... been a pretty quiet week, nothing much to blog about.

I spent friday afternoon reading in solitude in the library, enjoying the book i had in my hands, emersing myself in a ficitional story, into the gloomy streets of New York City. That's the beauty of books and an imagination, you get to leave from where ever you are and transport yourself to where ever you want. A picture says a thousand words yet i think imagination can set you free from all boundaries. The class outing was decent, Mrs Mark has a very nice place, pretty posh and cosy as well. The dinner was nice, catered food with prawns, rice, mee and the durian puff was superb. After morning meeting on saturday at PA, went to meet JJ, YH and QH to walk around town for a while before i proceeded to Raffles mrt. I sat at the steps for 2 and a half hours, with my mp3 playing the same song on repeat. I just sat on the steps and listened to the song & observed the passing crowd. Of the groups of friends laughing, joking away, of the couples in love, hand in hand walking and talking to each other. Met up with Khai and Raja for dinner before heading over to fluid's, they had a gig of some sorts there, very noisy with 2 groups playing, half of the time, i couldnt even understand what they were shouting (or were they singing? if they were, they were doing it very badly) Newcastle lost to chelsea yet again, 3-0 this time round thanks to Titus Bramble yet again. Took NR1 home, the ride would have provided a nice time to reflect and think but i was too tired, slept til i reached yishun. Oh well, another week beckons, onwards with my miserable life, counting down...

turion at 17:41

Sunday, November 13, 2005

[131105] Went down to town (City Hall) earlier, jus reached home. Following the initial success of "Buy Damian a new Handphone fund" I am proud and extremely pleased to annouce the success of "Buy Damian a new Kai-kai shoe fund" Finally, got the casual shoes i wanted and as per normal, it's of a dark colour, black with dull gold trimmings to be exact. Cost me SG$95 so im broke yet again. LOL but what the heck, it was worth it...

The uncle over at Champion Sports PTE LTD was extremely friendly and patient even after he had to get 4 diff sizes for me, 2 thumbs, 2 hands and 2 legs up for the GREAT service, definately going back there for my sporting equipment needs in the future not to mention that it was an excellent place to be scouting for ur fav soccer items, jerseys, shirts, number printing, jackets etc. Best of all, La Vanita is located jus 2 floors down. For the uninitiated, La Vanita is another great place to get memobrillia of all things soccer. Anyways, it's like 1 month plus away from Christmas so following the success of Damian's funds thus far, "Damian's Christmas Goodies Fund" is now in progress... erm... any kind souls willing to part with their hard earned money? (ok lah, your parents' hard earned money)

Yesterday, visited Win for hari raya visit, met up with the old clique from my NPCC days in Northland, been such a Loooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggg time since we hung out. Saw Aini, Sham, Kim, Yvonne and of course, Darwina... too bad K-guy booked out late couldnt join us, been some time since i last saw him as well.. Win & Yvonne both studying in NUS, both like super stressed out.. haha.. relac lah.. fail fail lah.. oops.. heh.. Kim's in NS (Military Police, Istana squad) one of those guys in the no.1 ceremonial uniform at the gates of the Istana. Aini's working at the Revenue house.. haha.. she also sounded stress... haha.. can one lah.. Sham's taking a year off before studying.. haha.. good life.. So anyhow, spent most of the time in win's place taking photos and watching tv.. lol.. from 4+ til ard 8+ i think before we headed over to Long John's Silvers (where else?!? duh!??) and talked cock til 2230 hrs... quite cool.. we shld do this again some time, gang.. ya hear me?!??! haha..

--> From L-R: Me, Aisah (Aini's Sis), Darwina, Yvonne, Shamala, Aini and Kim Hang

school tomorrow as usual but starts at 1100 hrs ends at 1300 hrs.. :) still thinking if i shld get a job.. saw a couple of ads outside Spinelli, TCC and heard from Sham that The Times Bookstore looking for workers... hmmm.. oh well.. relac and chill first lah.. cheers all!

turion at 14:52

Thursday, November 10, 2005

[101105] 4th day, 2nd week, 1st term, last semester of school... Nothing much goin' ard these few days, i've slid into the home, school, home, sleep daily routine that has become my life.. Heading down to Pei Hwa tomorrow after school, been a super long time since i've been down for training, might as well head down since there's no CC training back at unit.. wonder if the kids at Pei Hwa stil remember me? hmmm.. if they dun, no worries, writing my name 500 times should be enough to awaken their memory.. did that to a couple of kids after they forgotten another CI's name, after that everyone remembered each and every CI to have ever graced or visited their school.. see it does work.. heh

oh well, gonna upload a couple of songs onto the blog, so all the people reading my blog do take a moment to check them out yea? Cheers!

turion at 21:27

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Oscar, the Garbage - Can Kitty

By Kathleen Kennedy

Oscar was named after the Sesame Street character who lives in a garbage can because that is where we first became acquainted. I was working at a pizza-delivery chain and had been assigned garbage duty. While tossing bags into a Dumpster, I heard a faint meow.

I began digging through the trash, and several layers down I found a cat - bruised and thin. I wasn't sure if the cat had crawled into the Dumpster to scavenge for food or if he had been put there purposely. Our establishment sat directly behind an apartment complex, and unsupervised and abandoned pets were common.

Back on solid ground, it became evident that the cat had an injured leg. He couldn't put any weight on his right hindquarters. The situation created a dilemma for me. Finances were tight, and I was moving back home to my parents' house - with two cats already in tow. Dad barely tolerated the two established felines. His reaction to another injured stray was sure to be less than receptive.

I took the stray to the vet, hoping to patch him up. After shots and X-rays, the vet discovered the cat had a cracked pelvis. I posted notices, hoping someone would claim the cat or adopt him.

Meanwhile, the response at home was swift and firm: No more cats! Dad insisted I take the cat to the Humane Society immediately. I protested that the cat would be put to sleep. Luckily, my mother intervened. She agreed the injury would make the cat unadoptable, so we would keep him long enough for his hip to heal. Then he would have to go - no arguments.

Oscar must have somehow understood his situation. He seemed to study the other two cats and their interactions with my father. We suspect he bribed Tanner, our golden retriever, with table scraps in exchange for etiquette lessons. When the other cats were aloof, Oscar was attentive. He came when his name was called, and he would roll over on his back to have his belly scratched. As his injury began to heal, he would jump on the ottoman by my father's favorite chair, and, eventually, into his lap. Initially, Dad pushed Oscar away, but persistence paid off. Soon, Oscar and a muttering Dad shared the chair.

At mealtimes, Oscar would come to sit with us. Positioned on the floor by my father's chair, every so often Oscar would reach up with one paw and tap Dad on the knee. At first, this provoked great irritation and colorful expletives expressed in harsh tones. Oscar, however, refused to be put off. Repetitive knee-taps soon led to semi-covert handouts of choice morsels.

Oscar greeted my father at the top of the stairs every morning and waited for him at the door every evening. My father sometimes ignored Oscar, and, at other times, stepped over him, complaining the whole time. Oscar mastered opening doors by sticking his paw underneath the door and rocking it back and forth until it opened. Soon, he was sleeping in the master bedroom at the foot of the bed. My father was completely disgusted, but couldn't stop the cat from sneaking onto the bed while they were sleeping. Eventually, Dad gave up.

Before long, Oscar, aspiring to his own place at the table during meals, began jumping up into my lap. He was allowed to stay as long as his head remained below table level. Of course, an occasional paw would appear as a reminder of his presence.

Three months passed, and the vet pronounced Oscar healthy and healed. I was heartbroken. How could I take this loving soul away from what had become his home, from the people he trusted? Sick at heart, I brought Oscar home and told my parents what should have been good news: Oscar was a healthy cat with a healed hip. "I'll take him to the Humane Society like I promised," I said dully.

As I turned to put Oscar in the carrier for the trip, my father spoke, uttering three magic words: "Not my cat!"

Oscar is home to stay. He now has his own chair at the table and sleeps - where else? - in the master bedroom between my mother and father. He is their official "grand-kitten" and living proof that deep within the most unlikely heart, there is a cat lover in all of us.

Reprinted by permission of Kathleen Kennedy (c) 1997 from Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover's Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Marty Becker, D.V.M. and Amy D. Shojai. In order to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. chickensoup@partner.beliefnet.com All rights reserved.

turion at 23:20

~* THE POWER OF HOLDING HANDS *~-

by Rabbi Harold Kushner

I was sitting on a beach one summer day,watching two children, a boy and a girl, playing in the sand. They were hard at work building anelaborate sandcastle by the water's edge, withgates and towers and moats and internal passages. Just when they had nearly finished their project, a big wave came along and knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand. I expected thechildren to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. But they surprised me. Instead, they ran up theshore away from the water, laughing and holding hands, and sat down to build another castle. I realized that they had taught me an importantlesson:-All the things in our lives, all the complicated structures we spent so much time and energy creating, are built on sand. Only our relationships to other people endure. Sooner or later, the wavewill come along and knock down what we haveworked so hard to build up. When that happens,only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh.

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A story i chanced across on friendster's bulletin board... how true is the statement? All the things in our lives, all the complicated structures we spent so much time and energy creating, are built on sand. Only our relationships to other people endure Certainly, we spend our lives if not entire life times forging relationships. Kin-ship with our immediate family, uncles, aunts, grandparents. Friendships with people we hang about in everyday life, the ones we share our joy, pain, secrets and life with. Relationships with a member of the opposite sex whom you percieve to be THE ONE, who'll spend all of eternity with you through the vows of matrimony and tests of time, the one til death do you part. But relationships never lasts do they?

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Kin-ship is as easily broken as Friendship and Relationship. Indeed, children quarreling with their parents and becoming estranged from the family is a scenario that's isnt too far fetched for reality nor only confined within the melo-dramatic dramas on the telly. though many of us argue that it is highly unlikely to occur to them, it's unlikely, yes but it's a possibility.

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Friendships are equally fragile, with them ending as easily as it began. How many of us can say that we have that one friend who we would tell any and everything that one friend where you know, who will do anything to help you in times of crisis or need? Friends come and go in our 60-80 years of living on this world. Friends made this day may soon be our clique while our former cliques moves on with their own lives. Primary school, secondary school, Poly & army friends will come and go in our lives destined never to leave any imprints or impacts on our lives but just to accompany us and enjoy's one another's company while we are stuck at the same points of time in our lives.

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"Friendship is delicate as a glass, once broken it can be fixed but there will always be cracks"

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Relationships, what's more is there to say about relationships is that more often than not, they never last... Even a couple who so boldly in love, committed to spending their lives in matrimony together taking the sacred vows, all the til death do they part bullshit still can spilt up in the blink of an eye with a simple and convenient visit to their lawyers and voila! They're now happily divorced and can now move on with their lives. If that's marriage, i wouldnt know what to say about the BGR experienced by millions of males and females across the world. So, basically, it's a form of attraction, a fondness of a particular somebody. The way he/she looks, smiles, moves, her/his character moving onto what many believe to be love... So, bottomline is what is love? Duh?!?? you may say but to those that mock me, tell me WHAT IS LOVE?

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"What is love? Love is when one person knows all of your secrets... your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows... and yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you; even if the rest of the world does." - as quoted from thinkexsist.com

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Could it be that for many of us, love will be forever a luxury too fragile, expensive and unattainable? Do we hunger for the feeling of being loved, held and liked? Or are we just hoping and dreaming of the day when THE ONE will appear and magically change our lives and sweep our feet away? Perhaps we as human beings and consumers have been decieved and exploited. Just think of how Valentine's Day is an overrated 'special day' for lovers, friends and all BS associated with it. Would doing something speical for your significant half only on that day be enough, why cant one put in the effort every other day? Perhaps, we have been brought up and fed on the motions of love, Romance and happy endings for far too long in our lives, from the fairy tales when we're young to the countless romance novels, dramas and movies depicting happy endings but more often than not, the complexity of intteracting with a fellow human being extends beyond the boundaries of anything we've come across. The most complex thing to ever occur and occurs on a routinely basis every single day is the meeting of 2 human beings.

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"True love are like ghosts, everybody knows it's there but they never see it"

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some thoughts on the subject, perhaps love is overrated and love is overused as a word. Cheers...

turion at 09:07

Saturday, November 05, 2005

[051105] This coming december 18th marks the 4th year of my CI-ship and 8th year of service in the corps. Finally im coing to the end of a long journey filled with ups, downs and lessons learnt. I remembered my very first training when i was still in sec1 back in 1998. Remembered the sweat pouring after my very first PT session. Remembered thinking to myself how i got myself into this mess. That i remembered clearly, on CCA day, i finished signing up for Badminton when i met my primary school classmate -Zhi Hao and he got me to join NPCC as well.. By the time, i went down to their booth (NPCC Room) it was already closed and i remembered that I had to knock on the door before they opened the door and i replied meekly that i wanted to join. I went for their first training and the rest as they say is history...

The years pass by swiftly as i cursed myself for joining the corps when i was in pumping position but still each week i came faithfully, ready for another onslaw of punishments, scoldings and physical training. Slowly, I rose through the ranks, LCP, CPL, SGT and finally SSGT and along with that, the BUC badge on POP. What pride i felt, the joy and along the 4 years, friendships forged thru the tears and blood we toiled. Another wave of pride and achievement swept thru me when i was handed the application form for the 61st CIBTC course, another recgonition from the officers. I eagerly signed up.

First day of course, grateful for the company of Jun Yang and Yvonne, my fellow squadmates in the course as well but that gave way to despair as we were all seperated out in new squads with foreign faces, unfamiliar territory as we struggled to get through with our lives in CIBTC. I remained recclusive even within my squad, keeping much to myself except for a few people. Most giving the feedback that they hadnt known me too well nor have they talked to me much. Learnt much from the CIIs as well as fellow trainees as i was opened to another dimension of NPCC life. December 18th marked the day when after 2 weeks of hard work earned us our pips and stripes.

Newly graduated, fresh and full of ideas i gradutaed from TRACOM, eager to share with cadets what i have learnt but as the years grinded on and personal conflitcts and realationships took its toll so did my enthusiasm for the Corps and unit. Nonetheless, determined to pass out properly and not leave abruptly, shouldered on til now... As i look back upon these few years of service, i am and will always be grateful for the guidance of so many seniors and fellow CIs and friends. It is a journey in which i have grown to be a better person and man as well as forging close friendships with many that i continue til this day.

And these are the memories i shall carry with me fondly as i leave the corps with a heavy heart yet with light footsteps in a couple of months. Thank You.

turion at 14:50

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

[011105] Just came back from meeting and going out with the guys to town.. damn tired.. haha.. need to snooze soon.. anyways, came across something interesting today and figured to share with those that might frequent my blog..

Remember there's nothing wrong with being a square

There is nothing wrong with thinking inside the box

A square can contain your inner thoughts and dearest words

A box can keep your closest friends near you for years to come...

food for thoughts, y'all.. cheers

turion at 21:44

[011105] First of all, a very happy deepavali to any and all my Indian friends who might be reading this and for the non-hindus, happy holidays anyways.. a very happy Hari Raya Puasa to all my muslim friends as well.. just finished some housechores.. nothing to blog these couple of days... quite standard stuff lahz, wake up - school - home... boring..

dun think i have any plans for later though i have a meeting at Raffles City BK at 1900hrs so im free before then, anyone wants to call me out for coffee or something before then? Oh well.. quite bored at home these days.. do the same old things, listen to same old songs.. feeling same old feelings.. BOREDz....

*YAWNz*

Til we meet again, cheers..

Blink 182 - Adam's Song

I never thought I'd die alone

I laughed the loudest who'd have known

I traced the cord back to the wall No wonder it was never plugged in at all

I took my time, I hurried up

The choice was mine, I didn't think enough

I'm too depressed, to go on

You'll be sorry when I'm gone

I never conquered, rarely came

16 just held such better days

Days when I still felt alive

We couldn't wait to get outside

The world was wide, too late to try

The tour was over we'd survived

I couldn't wait till I got home

To pass the time in my room alone

I never thought I'd die alone

Another six months I'll be unknown

Give all my things to all my friends

You'll never set foot in my room again

You'll close it off, board it up

Remember the time that I spilled the cup

Of apple juice in the hall

Please tell mom this is not her fault

I never conquered, rarely came

16 just held such better days

Days when I still felt alive

We couldn't wait to get outside

The world was wide, too late to try

The tour was over we'd survived

I couldn't wait till I got home

To pass the time in my room alone

I never conquered, rarely came

Tomorrow holds such better days

Days when I can still feel alive

When I can't wait to get outside

The world is wide, the time goes by

The tour is over, I'd survived

I can't wait till I get home

To pass the time in my room alone

turion at 12:04

Yesterday's memories

My past