Milestone



Decided to post this after watching this clip in Youtube. 2 weeks ago, i ended my 2 years service to the country. If you watched the clip above, i'm sure some of you might feel the same; what's so interesting about army life. But seriously, you need to ask around any male peers who has gone through it, and i'm pretty sure they all have their fair share of fond memories and hardships.

For my case, i'm one of the few lucky ones to have been to Air Force and Army. Both have of cause taught me alot, not just as a person, but also as someone who feels the need to appreciate things and love ones more. On the monetary side, i'm also the lucky few to have brought home slightly more than 21k from NS allowance. But yeah, i'm penniless now. I have my fair share of living expenses unlike some peers i know during my army days, who managed to save up every cent fromt the allowance. Reason? They are still taking home allowances. Life is never fair, as always.

Few occasions during my 2 years National Service, were unforgetable. Like how we we told to hand over our NRIC the moment we landed on Puala Tekong and was moving our way up to a holding area, to the day i passed out from my Basic Military Training with my parents gracing the occassion and putting on my jockey cap, the day i left to Australia; Tamworth for 3 weeks of Airgrading, my dad visiting me after 3 weeks of confinement in Officer Cadet School, my family gracing my Commissioning Parade, and lastly collecting back my NRIC with my men addressing me by my name.

I'm fortunate to be selected and trained as an officer of the Singapore Armed Forces. Just last week, out of fun, Eugene and i tried to recite our Officers' Creed. Not bad, i managed to recite it with some stumbles. Just to share with you guys the creed:



Most importantly, the 9 months of cadet training gave me alot of fond memories. That was also the period of time i spend almost 12 out of 52 weekends for training; overseas and mandatory confinements. Forget the 100+km of road marches, the 10+ times of IPPT tests, the 1000+ pushups done, and the joy upon receiving my officer rank, the most important thing if you ask me, was the time i spent achieving all these with my fellow peers and the nice homecook meals after i got back from camp.

Last note, as i reflected my 22 years of life, i think i can only question myself what have i done for others.

Till then.

I'll fall asleep tonight, cause that brings me closer to you

Once again, it's been donkey years since i last blogged. After reading my army upper-study's blog, i decided to add this post. Had this emo feeling after reading his last post, that his close pal in poly ended his own life just a week back. Even though i'm not that close with my upper-study, not to mention that i don't know his friend, but the post for a moment makes me paused and think about my friends.

I'm sure you guys reading this right now, has no qualms about me being someone who doesn't really treasure or value friendship alot. I used to tell my friends; friends are just tools to make use of, like it or not. Not that i'm betrayed by friends to have this negative view, nor that i'm often being made use to feel the need to reciprocate their actions.

Putting my partner aside, since my younger days, i have not much close friends whom i will relate my heart to. More than often i tend to hear more, than to say more. And lately, i'm into the extreme case of: "even if you tell me, i'll just listen and not say much." Probably due to the fact that i've seen or heard too much, it just gets "uninteresting" when friends share their problems with me. Yeah, if you read this, i sincerely apologised for being a bad friend, if you take me as one, and that i'm also trying to make my life better.

I'm not too sure how i would react if someone, whom i've known and have quite close days in the past, passed away. Maybe i shall state clearly my foreword now, since i'm not really sure that i'll be sad for you, don't be when it's my turn. Just remember i did crossed your path and left some footprints, somewhere in your life, and that's all that matters.

Just some quick updates; i'll be having my mid-term break starting this weekend for a week and i'm getting fatter. Let's talk about the latter first. I saw Crystal's blog regarding HIIT. Basically it's just like what i've learnt during my army days, popularly known as 30-60. I seriously need to get myself on this workout real soon to cut my fats. I need to feel my washboard abs again. And please, do pray for me that every Sat will be sunny. At least just between 10am to 2pm, with bright sunlight and clear skies. I'm badly in need of a good tan.

Going to my studies, i seriously have thoughts about quitting school. Now i can fully understand why my friend chose to opt out of Honours and leave after 2 years. Everyone is so competitive, and i just hate to be in this environment. Even my friend, Eugene seems to be so result-oriented. Not that i'm against that, but i just feel that, if the most optimal end-state is what everyone desires, who will actually bothers about the process? Sounds nobel-ly insane, but yeah, i think i learnt more when i don't hate the lecturer/tutor for a particular module and i don't have result-oriented peers around.

There will be numerous tests and assignments due after the short mid-term break. I guess i will be mugging my days off when the break starts. If you're reading this, do say your prayers or whatsoever to help me see through this semester in a piece. Else not, thanks for reading, and have a nice day.

Till then.

Quit NUS

Nah, not me. Just someone who took the same module as me. Should be freshmen for this semester. Seriously NUS isn't that great afterall. Be your own judge if you decide to enrol into hell.

What we wants and we want we get

My husband is a scientist by professional. I love him for his steady-being nature, and i love the warm feeling while leaning against his broad shoulders.

Three years into courtship and now, two years into marriage, I have to admit, I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before has now transform into the cause of all the restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sentitive and exquisite when it comes to relationship and feelings. I yearn for romantic moments, just like a little boy yearning for candy. But my husband is the contrast of me. His lack of sensitivity, and of all, inability to bring in romantic moments into our marriage has dishearten me about love. One day, i decided to tell him about my decision, that i want a divorce.

" Why?" He asked, shocked.

"I am tired, and there aren't always reasons for everything in the world." I answered.

He kept silent and seemed to be in deep thoughts the entire night, with cigarette lighted at all times. My disappointment is getting intense. A man who can't even express his detainment, what else can i expect from him?

Finally, he asked "what can i do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it's hard to change a person's personality and i guess it's right. I have started to lose faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes, i asked,"Here's a question, If you have the right answer that's in my heart, i will change my mind.

"Let's say, i love a flower that's at the mountain cliff, and we both know that making you pick the flower will cost you your life, will you do it for me?"

"I will give you your answer tomorrow..." he replied. My heart sank.

The next morning, he was not around when i woke up. I saw a piece of paper with his writing underneath a glass of warm milk.

It goes....

"Dear, i would not pick that flower for you. But please allow me to explain further."

The first sentence has already broke my heart. I continue reading.

"You have to work on the computer but always mess up the programs and cries in front of the PC, i have to save my fingers to restore the programs for you.

You always leave the house keys behind, i have to save my legs to rush home to open the doors for you.

You love travelling but always lose your ways in a new city, i have to save my eyes to lead you the way.

You always have the cramp when your "good friend" approaches each month, i have to save my palm so that i can reflief your cramps in your tummy.

You tend to stare too long at the computer, and that does your eyes no good. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, i can help you clip your nails and remove those annoying white hairs for you. I will hold your hand and stroll down the beach, enjoy the sunshine together and tell you the colours of the flowers, just like glow on your young face.

Thus my dear, because i am sure that there will be someone else who loves you more than i do .... i would not pick the flower for you.... and die...."

By now, my tears has blurred the ink of his hand-writing. I continue to read.

And now dear, you've finished reading my answer, if these are the answers you are seeking, please open the door, i'm standing there with your favourite bread and warm milk...."

I rushed to open the door, and there he is looking so anxious, gripping the milk and bread in his hands.

I was sure that noone love me more than him and i've decided to leave the flower alone......"

Love can be so simple. But being human, we have a knack of wanting more, thus overlooking the such simple bliss that surrounds us.