Eat my Naaruudoo ReeennDdaanGG!!

Unzip my wallet, take my money out.
Unzip my pencilcase, take my pencilcase out.
Unzip my skull, take my brain out.
Unzip my zipper, take my... nevermind.
Unzip my waistline, take my fat out.
Unzip my mind, take my new msn nic out.

Unzip my body, take my heart out.

A poem by Benjamin Moey, Ectomania, Ms Princess, Timo, and everyone else who made this possible.

Why does it always rain on me? Always always...

So... That's a lot of rain...

The past two days must have been one of the rainiest periods in recent Singapore history, and I got to experience it first-hand, which was fun except that it had to be in base on Christmas Day. An ok experience overall. It's still raining though.

In my long ago days of youth I used to sit within my warm and cozy house while the rain poured outside. During times like those I would sigh and wish that it would rain like this at least once every three days. Then I started reading newspapers and enlisting into an army, and now I know that means soil erosion for farmers in Indonesia, flooded shops in Thomson Road, and very unhappy days for BMTers and Recce'ers all around the country. Perspective is a wonderful ?perspective?

One 7676 Sunday a few months back, I read an article in church about unanswered prayer at what felt like a timely occasion(S?). It raised a lot of (what I felt were) good points about whether what we want is what we need, whether or not it is good for us at that particular time or if ever, whether it is beneficial to us in the long running process of maturing, or if what we want infringes on the needs of others, or competes with what others want. At the time, it put a lot of things into perspective for me regarding the things that I wanted to have, and I guess I felt a lot better at the end of the day though it didn't help me stop Feeling that I wanted.. what I wanted.

Hopefully the rain is doing something good for somebody out there. Maybe there's a cropfield in the middle of a drought that needs flooding. Maybe there's a pair of unlikely lovers who got stranded on a plateau somewhere and the rain is a cliched prelude to the next... The Island movie. Maybe the flowers will bloom more beautifully at the end of the storm. Maybe there's some guy going for a Guinness record for abstaining from bathing, and he just got hit by the rain, much to his chagrin and to the relief of whoever is still willing to associate themselves with him... And hopefully there'll be a 2 day rainbow for a 2 day downpour. Hopefully.

Why doesn't it always rain on me?

So you had a bad day

Yesterday, I took over stores for mounting. However, a proper account from the shift 2 IC was not given before they left so I spent awhile picking up after everything. Later at night, I put my store key into the door, turned my wrist...The key snapped in half... I woke up late for a 3-5am duty because of a planning excess.... The flag raising I did with the xing jiao left the RSAF flag switched with the SAF flag, even with 1 sgt and 1 BOS watching... Someone took things from my store without telling me, forcing me to lose more sleep to recount... OC decided to have some fun with us by starting a drill when I was halfway through accounting for stores... I thus missed the deadline timing to change bedsheets and blankets, and was forced to sit with the day driver for an hour to resolve certain things here and there. At dismounting, my zen V plus got lost for about 5 minutes, it having dropped into somebody's helmet. My shirt button got entangled in a passerby's helmet netting. I forgot to sign in the ammo after the drill.

So you had a bad day.

But my commander was lenient to me about it cuz he's a nice guy. And I got a christmas card from a friend which lifted my spirits =) I'm glad for these seemingly small sized blessings at the end of the day, because I was just going insane =/ Thanks! ... Just a side note, what would you think the chances are that my mom would pick up the mail first before me, and happen to read err... 'The guy who can't jerk off to real women' ? Hahahahahaha.... =/

I went for the class outing... I enjoyed the places we went to, but I kind of realize... I don't really love my class half as much as I thought I'd might... But seeing marky, kader and kheng wee was cool. Eleanor's a fashion designer at LACelle now, and she seems to have more presence, eh.

Going to Queensway with the Sultan and the Rider. It's Christmas in two days. December is over, I barely felt it sometimes =/

Exfoliate. I really like typing.

Selfpityking has died. Perhaps it was an overly ambitious attempt for me to try to act self-piteous and lace it all with smart-ass self-derogatory cynicism without actually becoming self-piteous in the process. So here I cast off the Black Robes and don the Red Robes of Neutrality!

And so a new blog begins, and with it comes the ever-persistent question: 'Why blog in the first place? ' ... I've always felt in the past that it's important to have one, and that an open diary is in itself a contradictory and scary thing. However, seeing that I may never be able to present a respectable motivation for writing out the 'innermost thoughts' of my mind, I feel comfortable enough with leaving it at things like catharsis, self-expression, and the fact that all which is written is here is everything i feel comfortable letting others see. It's kinda like socializing in that way, just without the other people, or the dialogue...

The year has passed by in the blink of eye. Three months of emo-ing, followed by three months of hell and more emo-ing, succeeded by three months of really cool bunk/platoon mates, relaxation, and realizing that the emo-ing is really draining. Finally three months of settling into my next 1.25 years is about to end, and I have gained some and lost some.

It's not been a good year in terms of productivity regarding skills(Has it ever been?). My piano repertoire remains largely the same. My singing has never been stellar but I'm becoming more and more lax (Not that it matters too much, I only sing to myself mostly. Myself thinks I'm pretty entertaining. ). I used to be mediocre at basketball, but now I'm just terrible =/ I talk back a lot more than before, but I'd still make a terrible debator. I learnt bicycling... Haven't gotten on to the cooking thing yet. On the brighter side, I think I'm getting better at making small things and saying the things that don't matter, as well as the things that do... I'm much better at talking cock now, and I think it's not so hard to connect with people, at least it's better than before... My taste in clothing got better, this change occurring simultaneously with the increase in my ability to spend money quickly =/

My interests have changed somewhat. I'm not quite into games as much as I'd used to be, although I can still blow my health and eye sight away by obsessing over stuff like Valkyrie Profile. I rediscovered a love for fantasy books, and books in general. I've a newfound like for exercising and sweating in general. I've got an interest in getting a girlfriend too, so if you happen to be reading this blog and am, at the same time, an extremely beautiful on the inside and outside girl about my age with a love of nice books, Scrubs, music, self-analytical narcissistic emo-ing, very amateur basketball, and a love of tall and not so well-built men in velvety black/red robes.. Sms me at D3SP32473.

My attitude with people has changed somewhat. I'm less reserved about meeting new people these days. I think smiling is enough sometimes, and a word can be one word too many. I think it's okay to want to fuck up people who fuck you up, sometimes... When I see them in context of their lives and the circumstances, I might think otherwise. It's sometimes very hard to understand or imagine the kinds of places people come from, or the kind of things they have to deal with... I guess my way of looking at my friends isn't as flowery as it used to be... I get irritated at them more easily now, but I think that's a good development actually, as it does perhaps mean that I see them more clearly and can deal with the dynamic of our friendship more effectively. I guess it's true that in the past, I thought more of some friendships and friends than what was really there... Ah well.

If I look at the year in terms of people, I can say that I am very blessed. God continues to shower me with opportunities to meet some really great people, many of whom I have met in my FDC bunk and in Shift 1. I've been able to stay in contact with my friends from Barker, as well as many of my friends from CJC. I've lost a friend this year, but somehow one friendship that I never thought would return, did. And I think it's better than before in a lot of ways, too =)

My aspirations for the next few months of my life are to learn more about health matters, religion, my job, and to improve on my music and fitness. I plan to divert more time from my games to learn more about sociology and what it requires of a person, as well as to improve my understanding of people. I hope to develop strong friendships with several of the people in my shift, and if the chance arises, to rediscover those that have passed on out of my reach.



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