I finally met the love of my life. I can't live without her. She is the air i breathe the water i drink the food i eat without her my life would be empty. I can't express in words what I feel about her but i hope she knows that my feelings for her are true.

Mediocracy

I really am quite worried I am going to end up my life with nothing. I need to be spectacular. Which is so egoistical.

I really am sick of 113. ahhh politics.

My brain's kinda fried given the little hours I have been sleeping and Im trying to update my blog in an easy point.

1. I have met wanjing's parents on a number of occasions and it does sound so silly to gush but I really am hopeful of me and her.

2. Fag didn't get OCS. Im kinda disappointed because I really thought he would make it. So now here's wishing all the best.

3. Late night, come home. Work sucks, I know.

YOU.

Went to visit Wanjing at CGH and I must say im really proud of her. She just cut open her knee, took out 1 tendon, fixed it to her knee as a ligament and she is still able to smile about it. I would be freaked out by now.

It's a gradual kind of love =)
Thailand, here i come!

bright lights

I logged onto facebook last night as I was DO and I saw facebook comments pertaining to the next batch of OCS cadets graduating. I instantly flash back to my times in ocs.
I was so full of hope, where I, the young second lieutenant (YSL) was going to change the world, one charming speech at a time.
I am so jaded now,where I am faced with sluggishness from everyone around.

I really do wish everyone has a chance to go through OCS, no matter your reason. Some people do it for the parade, some people do it for the comms ball, some people do it cause they have pride and some do it because others do it. No matter your motivation, if you approach this the right way, then definitely it would benefit you.

As I through my peaked cap into the sunset, In that one moment I saw myself carrying keith on a stretcher, grunting for dear life as the unforgiving metal cut into my skin and muscles.
I saw how I lost love, and found new love again.
I saw myself getting a rash on my back that tortured me to no end.
I saw how I did so well in sierra that I got asked to take up scholarship with the SAF.
I also saw how I dug and dug till my hands were blistered in scorpion king where i was covered in mud, rain and sweat.
I rememberd being forced to kneel for about half an hour with my rifle above my head after i had fallen asleep in sentry.
I remembering feeling so ugh-ish when i got posted to signals.
I thought of biang of weisheng, brien, alex and matthew.
I remember bunk2-18A.
I remember nearly passing out from exhaustion during gemini.
I remember walking and walking during spitfire.
I remember joint term where it was so close but still so far.


Now, I'm an officer and my life is much better. but somehow i miss the old days :(

stolenlove

I never did think that I would be the sort. I just had a really enjoyable dinner with w's parents where we went to some stiff upper lip japanese restaurant for some buffet dinner. Other than exploding our bellies, I got to see her parents which was really something new.

I'm never good with awkward thumb twiddling first dinners and hence I was really apprehensive. thank god for NS, where her daddy was some armor officer. we talked quite abit and it broke the ice.

I like not having to hide.