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To anyone who comes across this, forget about coming again until the 6th of June because I would be out of the country doing something I don't particularly like.

Sigh.

My aunt called from Australia and told me everything is about attitude. Obviously she is right because you can't agree against such a statement like you can't agrue that the world is flat.

I think I will take her advice and see how long it keeps me going.

***

In the days when I was still in Delta, I made a bet with two people I wouldn't not leave the army on the 23rd of June. It turned out, mostly unfortunately, to be true. But what the heck, like always I won't take their money because I don't think it is right.

Sounds stupid but I was brought up this way. I wonder what they would have done in my position. Haha.

***

Off to shower...farewell until the 6th.

[8 43 PM Feels good to have friends remembering you. Two of them have called already.]

What is your greatest setback or any setback for that matter?

When I was posted this question, I couldn't really think of an answer and I thought my life have been pretty good thus far. And it is. I figured that I can't and shouldn't complain about how life has been treating me because I am one lucky guy already.

But like always, there is room for improvement.

It must have been the couple of things I have heard from friends these few days that all came back to me just now. Hit me pretty hard too...I felt that all too familiar sinking feeling and an extreme bitterness deep within.

But like always, one can choose to wallow in misery or work even harder.

Mood: Rejecting to be a doctor

No kidding!

I fall asleep reading 'The Millionaire Next Door' and had a wonderful dream of my dream girl.

Not sure why, but it took place in a deli, over the counter, presumably somewhere in the US because only western countries have sandwich shops that stock 234098352031 kinds of vegtables. The closest thing I can find that matches my mental description here is SUBWAY and I don't remember the shop being a SUBWAY.

It's more of those idllic, quiet place where you open the wooden door and it creaks and the tiny bell at the corner rings.

Anyway, there I was standing in front of her having this great conversation going of which the details are kinda hazy already.

But I do remember the end because she ended up running out of the shop, turning to the right and disappearing with tears in her eyes. Oh well.

=(

I got my usual fix of the Sunday Times just now when I came across the article about the President Scholar.

I believe and I really want to believe that such things only happen aboard and is the reason why I am willingly (grudgingly) putting myself through so much suffering.

Where else can you have a female Olympic figure-skating champion as a good friend? The emphasis should be on Olympic champion and not like some of my other misguided friends who prefer to think about the words female and good friend. =). Singapore? You must be joking because you ought to be thankful if the person beside you, and I borrow this idea from a friend, doesn't go ranting about driving lessons, going to the movies and shopping. At this juncture, and more specifically, it means the Mango sales.

Oh lord, have mercy on my soul and take me away.

Not even a day (New style)

And the hands of the clock silently pass eleven onto twelve.

I have now less than a day to departure. Leaving on a plane for Brunei for my first ever overseas training trip feels weird especially when you could have been the one sleeping in on a Monday for the first time in six months.

Don't get me wrong though. Much as I whine consistently and incessantly about not leaving the army, I actually am pretty fine with it. A part of me is actually looking forward to the different (hopefully) life that I might (hopefully will) have in the Signals formation.

***

She knew what I meant, I think. Girls are so sensitive that I feel some have the ability to read my mind, which doesn't happen all that often because I keep a lot of things to myself. But it is her indirect overbearing ways, immaturity of thought and frightening aggressiveness laced with desperation that makes me turn away.

That's about the nicest and most poetic description I could muster. Oh, I am such a natural jerk.

***

I am considering picking up poetry writing as a form of hobby.

Last outing. =S.

Voda Voda Mineral Water, fabulously square.

Black pepper steak, Han's

This is my first time at Han's and the experience was not bad! Han's set dinners are really affordable. For $8.50 (5% GST inclusive), I got a sugar roll, some weird creamy soup, a slice of garlic bread, a glass of ice lemon tea and the main course (see picture above).

Of course at such a price you don't expect a lot from the food. While it was generally satisfactory, the down side was no one asked me how I wanted my steak done and the end product was over cooked and the texture too chewy. My guess is their steaks are cooked in batches...so you don't really have a choice. Haha.

Along the way I saw the national day parade rehearsal complete with part of the fly by segment. No photos though, I was too lazy to take out the camera.

Oh and in 5 days I spent $20 on public transport not to mention the trip down to the salvation army's thrift store was bloody expensive. How ironic.

It's my McDonalds, TWERP.

Blog surfing as usual (I should really quit this habit) when I cam across a blog written by a teacher.

I like her style and her life seems interesting enough for me to hover around for a couple of minutes when I noticed she spelt McDonald's as MacDonald's

I am fed up with people spelling McDonald's as MacDonald's.

And I don't really understand the reason why so many have such a misconception yet it seems I am the only one noticing this blatant spelling error.

I've got a good mind to do a survey on this particular topic or write into the Straits Times to complain about this.

X&Y

Woke up after 12 hours of sleep dreading the day.

Had a tuna sandwich for breakfast while I flipped through all 222 pages of the papers and only two words caught my eyes out of the whole stack. 'Gastro Porn'. Hahaha. I totally agree with this description.

Maybe, just a slight maybe, I should go to the UK.

Reading how NUS students decorate their dorms was highly depressing as well because that is something I could only do a couple of hundred days down the road. Actually, 'a couple of hundred of days' sounds a lot shorter than '2 years' huh?

What should I do today?

Music: X&Y-Coldplay [Track 11 is my favourite.]

Straight talk

The kit inspection was an absolute bitch. Being told that I might have guard duty when I make it form Brunei is just such a low blow. I hope nothing of that sort comes true.

Feels like I haven't seen my Delta mates in such a long time when I meet them this morning...Amazing.

I got home thanks to my friend G who gave me a lift from camp and together we went to Singapore Orchid Country Club for a swim. Has been a long time since I could just lie down in the water and relax every muscle, letting time creep by without anyone shouting into my ears.

The club was quite a nice serene place, a pity that the wet weather kind of dampen the atmosphere. Lunch was at the food court at North Point and by then we were already dead tired.

Against all logic G and I headed down to Lido and nearly missed the MRT stop because we were sleeping all the way. Sitting at one of the window side tables looking down at the escalators of eye candy moving here, there and everywhere can be a potentially interesting yet demoralising thing to do. Hiaz

Wasn't before long familiar faces start to appear and we decided that we should head for home, thus concluding my day.

On the way back, I bought scotch tape at $1.15 from Popular.

The consolation of the day was I got a seat on the train all the way home because everyone was heading to town while I was leaving it.

[Was really nice to the construction workers carrying out renovations on a unit 2 stories below. One of them told me it was hard work. Sigh.]

Blog surfing so late into the night is actually quite unhealthy considering I have to report in about 4 hours time.

But what the hell yeah?

And a blazing chimmy thing just caught my eye.From where I sit, facing the computer, I could see a huge flame from some tall chimmy far way. My best bet would be its some plant on Jurong island, but anyway it sure is doing a good job of lighting everything up.

Funny that one doesn't always remember the things so often close by.

I have decided to brighten up by day tomorrow by having an extremely sinful and expensive lunch. The only problem is finding a place that actually serves good food and a nice lunch partner.

Any takers?

Good night.

WTF.

Too tired to write a damn thing about an interesting day.

Why?

Because I have to wake up at 5 30 AM tomorrow to reach camp by 7 AM for an idiotic kit inspection.

[Check this out! This thing is gonna TIP big time man if the sales people do it right.]

Geez, I guess I must have been really tired last night to sleep so early. Argh!

The skyline is covered with thick white mist today like someone used a giant machine and fumigate the entire place. Disgusting.

I must be in denial. =(.

[Taking a breather from packing my bags for the Brunei training trip. So many thing to sqeeze into such a small bag in so little time. What a bitch!]

[Currently watching a cooking program on Discovery after polishing off the 'New York Super Fudge Chunk'. Gotta go back to packing soon. =(.]

And it all ends here.

With no pride, life would be easy! Thanks Mr T, Angmoh, Mr E, Ah Hao, AFSC for the memorable times. Life was great with you people! =).

And the bitterness of separation hits me again. After a long and tough 14 weeks, we part. Some I would (hopefully) see on Dec 10. Others wouldn't be back even after I ORD.

But what does it matter anyway? For the second time in half a year, the friendships I cultivated will have to be carefully stored away and time will just wash away all the sentiments, emotions we experienced...as much as we won't want that to happen.

Eating a tub of Ben and Jerry's didn't help. All that I can do is to wish them all the very best in their future and may our paths someday cross again.

[Vexed by the thorny situation between IDA and GIC and weighed down heavily by my conscience.]

Argh. What a tough tough interview man! I just got home from the GIC interview and the results I leave it to fate la.

Today the camp's atmosphere is very jubilant because it's sorta the last day of service term! Everyone is smiling, everyone is snapping photos...ahhh.

It makes you feel a bit sad that it has all come to an end. 14 weeks just flew by and the friends that I have made are yet again going to leave. =(.

I have had enough of separations already. This is sickening. Now the only thing left is to enjoy the 23 km route march...

Good luck to the no priders.

[Booking back in after dinner. My brother just bought me a tub of Ben & Jerry ice cream. Everyone is so nice today~!]

Things that happen today

• Rejected the disruption
• Posted to Signals
• Nights off (7 10 PM to 10 30 PM)
• An otherwise relaxing day
  

fcuk

Leaving the comforts of home in half an hour time for the SHIT HOLE.

Tomorrow, my life will change a bit. On Wednesday, it will change more.

Woah, why am I not excited?

Day dreaming

With so many people disrupting so soon (3 days time. Hiaz), I thought it would be appropriate to fantasize about ORD (mine is still a long way more, 051106).

I imagine myself walking out from whatever place I will be posted to, exchanging my green 11B for my pink IC at the guard house.

For a spilt second, I would turn back and look at the place, taking all of it in one sweeping glance.

Thank the guard with a nice and silent smile and say 'May our paths never cross again'. He would understand the meaning of it and give a slight nod. Then I walk off into the sunset with the sky lit a brilliant soothing shade of orange.

Outside there would be an empty bus stop. There might be a girl waiting for me, there might be not. I board the bus and take out the testimonial SAF have given me (hopefully I pass out as a 2LT, but who knows? Just keeping my fingers crossed) and read it on the way home thinking of what has become of me in the past 2 years.

For the last time, I recollect all the bittersweet moments of being an NSF starting from BMT, OCS...(the future is not known yet) and I carefully pack it away into a nice file.

Once I get home, I switch on the computer and search through my archives for this entry and wonder...did this just happen to me?

Sunday

And possibly my last book-in as a D Wing cadet. I really don't know what to hope for actually; whether to stay or be posted out.

Many people WILL be serving their last week before leaving for the freedom civilian (I hate to use this term for it signifies the existence of the SAF) life offers. Kinda unbelieveable and unimaginable to me...how it would feel like to be one of the lucky ones right now...=(. Hiaz.

There are a couple of interesting articles in the papers today. One is about combat rations and that's a sham. The other is about the SMU graduate's investments, which is really cool and is what I wanna do.

Apart from that, nothing of interest has happen today.

[I think, and hope she knows, ya? I can't bear to hurt you any further.]

Exploring

Healthy junk food, BK salad

Car trails, overhead bridge outside Suntec City

Singapore still has some nice quiet places if you happen to look hard enough.

I was in the Bugis/Sungei Road area and the place just charmed me. Backpackers inns with that distinctive rustic island feel, little open air bars that just ooze character and style and the many shophouses along the way just teleported me to utopia.

I say who needs to get out of the country to relax and unwind?

Shagged after a long day. =S.

[Have been dealt a low blow. It's so depressing to be on the other side, the forlorn side. Worse still if you had sneaked a peek through the bars separating heaven & hell. The next time I see you guys, I will just turn away and walk off.]

The phone woke me up from my nap (30 minutes of sinful pleasure) and my friend was asking me to go to the movies in town, of all darn places.

I am sick of town. A bottle of Ice Mountain Mineral Water 500 ML costs $1.10 when you can get it usually for $0.50.

That's town for you. A land of pretty women and exhorbitant prices.

But I need to get out of the house.

I know a girl,
smart, beautiful and kind.
We meet and talked,
But it never got anywhere.

My friends said she was horrible,
Some said she was great.
And my parents didn't know she existed!
Oh boy.

I wanted to like her,
But that would be forced.
I always thought love comes naturally,
and still do think so.

I guess all shows end,
even the greatest and longest ones too.
Someday the curtains should come down,
And why not now?

It hurts me to lie,
especially to someone so pure.
So I dropped a hint,
'Farewell', to end it all.

Listening to One thousand Years Later...

A lazy Saturday morning with good weather and no one at home. Ahhh. Mum is off to church to pray for me =) and Dad is of course fetching her there. My brother is partying in Athens (I wonder what time is it over there) and I am home thinking of what should I do today...

Oh and the decision has been made. Doctor wannabes will be disrupted on the 27th and off they go to reclaim the past 6 months of their lives. 6 months lost amidst shouting, laughing and crying. I still have the same amount of time to go through before the light at the end of the tunnel can be seen.

Somehow, my burden has been lessen. You might have known that the issue weighed on me ever since a month ago and the agony I went through was really unbearable. The magnitude of importance was just so so great! Rejecting a whole future to accept another without a clue what both will hold...

Last night, I saw a very old primary school friend. I think she is doing very well now so I am happy for her no matter if she knows or not. But don't you feel the world is too small?

Wondering if escaping to Amercia, living in a caravan outside the fields on campus will do any good? Delusional perhaps...Hahaha.

?

There are so many things to write about but so little time. =(.

I just have this kinda weird feeling after the whole social night thing ended.

It just the why this sorta functions end. There just doesn't seem to be a good way of ending it! And I was thinking that social night would just be another function...that I have to attend.

I never knew that the thing was sorta a farwell to people who are leaving either for studies or different vocations. Doesn't make much of a difference if you are not leaving huh? Hiaz.

As always, you leave the place a bit sad (might be parting with friends), a bit empty (the pointless-ness of this since I will be back on Sunday night. WTF.) and a very hungry (all the food was dumped as usual, so wasteful!) person.

I just had noodles for supper. Ahhhh...=). Off to sleep and relieve myself of all the troubles...at least for a while.

I don't know how the next 3 days will be like. I got a bad feeling it would be very very tough.

Top on my list is to ask my PC for leave on the 21st to go for an interview. Troublesome and scary indeed.

Cya on Friday. Hopefully.

[Rushing to finish a book simply kills the joy of it all. Everyone should avoid doing so, unless absolutely necessary. Hiaz.]

An email from Allen came into my inbox just now. I don't know who is Allen but he promised me a prestigious college degree within 2 weeks and without study.

I know Allen is probably made believe and the mail is spam. But I couldn't help finishing it. And a phrase just got stuck in my mind: legal loopholes.

My short span of life have taught me that many people work through loopholes in many cases. The tingling sensation you get when exploiting loopholes is your conscience (I think). Some ignore it, some get around it and others stumble over it.

I dislike people getting ahead through unfair means. But the fact is they are ahead. I am jealous that people that shortcuts to end up in the same or better state than I am. My hard work have not been justified and I find it difficult to account to myself.

Then I asked myself what's wrong with taking shortcuts and couldn't come up with an answer except that it is not really right.

Says who?
It's just not right.

Why is it not right?
It doesn't feel right.

So what is right? And I found enlightenment.

I wonder if I should join the legion of the amoral because, these days, it isn't compulsory to have them.

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time

The book is just damn good. Check out the reviews on Amazon if you don't trust me.

A very refreshing and clean style. And the writing is humorous without giving you the sense that the author is trying too hard.

Some interesting things thus far...

Chatting = where people say things to each other which aren't questions and answers and aren't connected

The Monty Hall Problem. (The solution is actually in the book and can be worked out using A Level Probability knowledge. Just that I am having a very hard time understanding the solution. I have become retarded.)

The air is chilly and cutting, yet soothing. The sky just slightly overcasted but a fresher shade of bluish grey.

Probably rained a couple of hours ago while I was still asleep.

Slowly, the sun is rising and everything takes on a new look. I prefer a dull grey day.

Traffic is already picking up along the road that curves off in the distance. I wonder where are all these people heading to. Are they happy? Are they satisifed? Are they eagerly awaiting the day to unfold?

Or are they like hamsters on a wheel, running along until some point where they just stop and stop forever.

But surely, this is a new day?

Who says everything is in our hands? Hiaz.

It's really time to do some pullups man!

Sleeping is a fanatastic time killer.

I have been sleepy ever since morning and I feel guilty for sleeping the day away. Yawnnnnn.

How enjoyable to have a nap after eating Californa's 2-for-the-price-of-1 Tom Yam and Hawaiian pizza. =). I was so hungry that I couldn't be bothered to take the camera and snap a couple of shots for any deprived souls out there.

And I just finished blog surfing. The last entry I read was about someone celebrating his first anniversary of ORD. This is obscene.

*****

Stop forcing me to make a decision goddamnit.

I forgot to add as well that I am being driven nuts by stupid talk. Sometimes, you just got to know when to cut the line. I am starting to regret already...haha.

7 AM-3 PM

$2, underpass to wheelock place.

Town is utterly boring. I will not set foot into that horrible place unless you put a gun to my head from now on.

7 hours have passed since I woke up and the most fruitful ones were passed in Times and Borders but I left empty handed anyway.

For some reason, I just didn't feel like going to the cashier after painstakingly selection so many books. Walking out without apying was another option...but I had no balls. =S.

And now I still have to buy that gift after two useless trips into town. Argh.

Thank god I am home now. One mroe second there and I would have gone insane.

Watcha gonna do?

I am screaming silently for people not to force me into a decision.

Sunday is here and it's raining so heavily that I won't have a chance of making it out of the door unless the rain lets up.

Even the Sunday Times was dull...

[People that react so strongly to negative comments on their tagboard...are...weird? I just...don't give a damn. LOL!]

A little ego boost...

My friend's boyfriend (a total stranger) upon seeing my class photo immediately picked me out as a very intelligent person.

I guess sometimes I do look quite smart.

=). HAHAHA.

Dumpling Festival

Spent the better part of the day (3 PM-12 MD) at a class gathering around the town area.

Money seems to be disappearing from my pockets pretty quickly and I hardly realise it. =S.

Catching up with friends always feel good and nice. A kind of sweet and warm feeling...a schooily feeling.

Kind of like being immature carefree JC students again...haha.

Most people think that being self centered is an easy thing to do. I am trying to be a selfish jerk now and I can't bring myself to do it. Trying to make the best decision for yourself is so difficult because you consider so many other things that are not in your best interests.

Like your parents' expectations
Like peer pressure
Like social norms
Like...

Hiaz. I don't even wanna start on the topic again. Day by day, my mind is more fixed upon a decision. Yet, I know deep inside my heart that it maybe made on impulse.

Scary isn't it?

My earliest book-out ever!

I actually managed to ride out of the gates of SAFTI MI at 1 35 PM. Hahaha.

And thanks to my friends Mum who sent me almost right to my doorstep, I got home at 2 PM!!!

Showered and slept for a bit. Now, it's time to go out and enjoy my freedom.

Cya later!

Nights out

Training has tuned down since the outfield exercises ended and life is quite relaxing these days.

But apparently some people are all out to try and spoil my mood (this nights out included).

I have an advice for anyone who is reading this:

If you are a bastard, act like one and admit it honestly like I do.
If you are a saint, act like one all the time or it is very hard to convince people that you are not wayang-ing

But most importantly, DO NOT impose your thinking on others and make people do what you think is right. Because everyone has different ways of seeing things. It is utterly unfair to try and achieve your own goal at the expense of other people.

Remember, if you want to do good, do it own your own accord. Don't rope in people who are unwilling.

[I am really hoping to blog tomorrow afternoon. But some fuckers are trying to sign me up for duty tomorrow. We will see about that.]

Untitled

I hear the song on radio yesterday afternoon in Andrew's bunk.

Says a lot doesn't it?

Last night, after the Tactics test at the exam hall, I had a two with two of my friends. One told me a story about how he knew a girl who chased her dreams. He got me right there. In this world, there are many people who are actually capable of chasing their dreams but they just don't dare. Because of practicality, because of other more stable option, and ultimately because of fear.

The other guy said he really respect those dream-chasers and people like me are kinda losers. I have to agree. Hahaha. The next time you lament about how far fetch your dreams are, think again. Think about the shackles bonding you...shackles that you don't want to take of.

Does it say something that Chase is my favourite English drama?

[IDA is in the news again. Haha.]

Twice in a row

My physical fitness is definitely going down the drain. I guess it is time to do something about my pullups man!

Anyway, booked out for the Hepatitis B screening, a brief respite before going back to SEOC training later. =S.

At the clinic, the lady thought that the OCS booking out attire was that of a CLERK. She thought that I had a slack 9-5 job which allows me to go home every single day. AMAZING! She thought that I was everything that I am not.

And right now, I am conversing with a friend over MSN. He actually has a driver and can use the internet during working hours. AMAZING!

Just a while ago at Yusof Ishak House, I saw a group of NUS students all decked out in beach wear on a rainy day. Really doubt that they are going to the beach...but it is the sort of freedom they seem to have that conveys a lot...

Gave GIC a ring as well and things have just started to get complicated man. It seems there are quite a few interviews to clear before any confirmation about the results so lots of leave would have to be applied. I am threading a fine line here.

I imagine the shock they will get...when I tell them ________. =S.

That's all for today. Have to go back at 1 PM. Argh!

[News just in: My Dad strucked TOTO. A grand total of twenty odd bucks. Wow. A notable lesson on risk taking.]

Some things come only once,
Take it, the person beside you says.
But when given to him, he cries,
Oh, I am not so sure after all.

We are all smart people when it comes to other peoples' problems.

It's weighing me down

I am a horrible person and I do feel a tad guilty about it.

I am not sure why, but I am fighting every urge not to like you not because I don't want to, but rather due to something else that even I can't put a finger one.

Sometimes the feeling of using you just gets me down. Being a jerk is not something that I want to. Anyway, it is going to end soon, so for the last time, I am sorry.

*****

Feeling immense boredom. Life just ain't very exciting these days and the thought of booking in gives me excruciating pain. So much so that I numble myself with the thought of disrupting and flying off for a short holiday.

My source of opiate might soon be removed and I fear the withdrawal symptoms. Either that, or I continue that senseless abuse and cheating for the rest of my life.

*****

We all need strength at times.

=(

My computer is acting up. Argh! But I guess it has the right since it is already 5 years old.

My brother is going to Athens tonight and his friend just came by to meet him for whatever reason. He mistook my bags (those for booking in) for my brother's lugguage. Hiaz.

Anyway, I just had a haircut and it looks terrible. That's $8 down the drain. I came out looking like a twerp. And he didn't even do it fast man! I remember 3 customers come and go beside me before he was done. Geez, remind me never to go back to that guy for a cut. Oh well...

I just had some really disgusting ice cream that's quite expensive. My brother (King of Enjoyment) suggests that I go try Ben & Jerry. I have heard many rave reviews about that particular brand...hmm. I think I should buy one tub just for myself one of these days.

Somehow, the words are not flowing today. Writing has become laborious and the content uninteresting. I don't even derive enjoyment.

I guess that's all for today.

Day after day

Blink hasn't been as breathtaking as I thought it would be. No doubt it is an interesting book, but I was hoping to actually pick up more things from it rather than just glancing through it like a storybook.

Hmmm...we shall see when I am done with it.

In between rushing to do some nonsensical army crap and talking to friends over MSN, the final decision have yet to be made. And once again, here I am writing about how difficult it is...haha. Oh, the pathetic-ness of it all.

There are many things to be done today. Right now, I am taking it one at the time.

Off to read the Sunday Times first....!

Slacking

Went to Choa Chu Kang Lot 1 today to meet up with a classmate. We actually wanted to get our Hepatitis B screening done but the stupid clinic had to close at 1 PM, making us a couple of minutes late.

Argh.

Shopped around the place but there really wasn't anything much to see...

Went down to town in an attempt to take advantage of the GREAT SINGAPROE SALE. Many people had the same mentality, I guess. Town was swarming with people...but eye candies were in amazingly short supply. =(.


$40 bucks of books!

Finally got the books I wanted from Centrepoint Times. Hmmm...I actually was kind of conned into buying The Tipping Point by the counter woman, but what the hell. So long its good, I don't mind. Now just waiting for Harry Potter to be released!!!

I meet up with more classmates later but there wasn't anything much to do besides walking around screaming at each other to think of something to do. We ended up eating at 3 different places before I decided to go back home.

It so happened that the T.T.C was at Orchard MRT and I was dragged from the gates of the station back into swarming Orchard Road. The talk was mostly an exchange of our pathetic lives and possible less-pathetic futures. Haha.

Honestly, time really flies too fast. It wasn't too long ago on V Day when a couple of us sat at an open-air concert opposite Wheelock Place scribing our aspirations on a $2 windmill thingy...

Hiaz.

When I was on my way home, I noticed a tourist taking a photo of the 'No smoking, No food, No flammable liquid. Fine $XXXXX' sign. You know how people always say that foreigners mock us for being a fine city when they never actually seen or heard one doing so? Talk about a first hand account! Then down at the platform, an ang moh was complaining why SMRT issues plastic EZ-Link cards instead of paper tickets. He think the government hopes people lose the plastic cards so that a heavier fine can be imposed on them.

Conspiracy theory buff. This is maddness man!

Really got to start planning how to complete all the army shit I have. Argh!

Waiting...

Sitting on the edge of a seat waiting for the phone to ring is a terrible thing to happen. Especially so when the call might never come. Hiaz.

Many things to do today, have to go and make a list later.

I like what one of my friends from OCS said. It's either the western part of Singapore of the western part of the global. Sounds really biased towards the latter yeah?

Life's like this. Until I have something more interesting to say...CYA!

A long day.

I am too tired to write anything more than a couple of sentences.

GIC was very impressive. It was....woah.

What a pity huh?