(Kaddisfly - Empire)

I have no idea how Manchester United lost the Super Cup to Zenit. I am angsty.

Anyways, I think passengers on board buses with me standing hate it whenever I carry this bag along especially during peak hours. I could always feel their frustrations whenever they had to squeeze between me and the seat behind just to move to the rear of the bus. And I often ended up leaning forward against the seated passenger infront of me just to give way to the alighting passenger. I am not sure how I do it if the seated one is a female, but I did it. Heh.
And yesterday whatever that happened inside my homeward-bound train was outrageous because as I was stoning on the two-seater side at one end of the train, two China ladies squeezed into one seat leaving me squashed in that two-seater. I jumped out of my seat immediately but one of them pulled my arm asking me to sit with the both of them in that TWO-SEATER. She kept tugging my arm and at the same time gave me that pleading-like expression on her face
Unfortunately for them, I had to decline their ‘invitation’.

Even though it was at least five stops to Eunos, I was more than contented to stand with my heavy bag all the way in the packed train.

I was so traumatised, I never faced the both of them for the remaining journey.

(Saosin - You’re Not Alone)

It’s just like him
To wander off in the evergreen park
Slowly searching
For any sign of the ones he used to love
He says he’s got nothing left to live for
(He says he’s got nothing left)
And this time I think you’ll know

You’re not alone
There’s more to this I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell

She’s just like him
Spoiled rotten, confused by the lies she’s been fed
She’s searching for no one (but herself)
Her eyes turn to green and she seems to be happy that she’s her
And this time I think you’ll know

You’re not alone
There is more to this I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell

You’re not alone
There is more to this I know
You can make it out

(There is more to know)

We’re not alone
There is more to this I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell

(So tell me)

You’re not alone
There is more to this I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell

You’re not alone
There is more to this I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell

You’re not alone
You’re not, you’re not alone

I smell a Vivitar UWS coming.
Someone has to be blamed.

Life still has to go on you see.

Tomorrow marks the first anniversary of my graduation from SISPEC ASLC in which I was awarded the prestigious Silver Bayonet.
And this bayonet was moulded with memories that stretched all the way to my BMT days.
Not forgetting the OCS interviews after BMT and BSLC but a loophole in the system just had to mess everything up.
And how I nearly became a SISPEC Instructor but CO preferred Regulars over NSFs.
I almost gave up but my past kept me alive throughout.
I was close to becoming an Army Regular, too.

Those ‘misadventures’ landed me in 3SIR where I am currently the NS PS for my Platoon. I thought I would suffer in this unit..

Well everyone suffered in this competitive unit but we are reaping the benefits of tough training now. It is safe to say that we have led the men well and that all of us are pretty confident of each other.

And as this bayonet hangs proudly on the wall of my living room, I am constantly reminded as I walk past it everyday that these two years spent in the Army were never wasted but instead brought up something in me that I never knew even existed,
And it has created something extraodinary out of absolute nothing.

As Specialists of the SAF often say,
“We make things happen.”

(This is the unholy bar at home that is giving me the calluses on my palms)

My mother asked if it is just her or am I just getting fat and beefy.
I said fat.

:P

Anyways, I was lying in bed forcing myself to sleep until I recalled someone telling me that couples who engaged in anal sex before their demise will rise as pochongs from their graves one day.

I still cannot lay myself to sleep thinking about it. I wonder where she got the idea from.

Ducks do fly, by the way (:

I got this handsome Holga 120 CFN from someone today and it came together with this 35mm adaptor that she claimed to be useful as a long-term investment.

So I hurried home, snapped a couple of shots and BANG! Holga just flew out of my hands and smashed itself into bits.

I think it died already.

*mourns*

KIDDING!

This is now my precious and Holga is super safe with a much capable master as compared to the previous owner (: