Take my hand, we're off to NeverNever Land.

31.5.06

I'm the riddler.

Heart-wrenching, to say the least, me and you. I'd call it a waste, like I always do. Got thrown in a riot van, and the coppers kicked him in. A roadtrip turned sour. A night of irritations. More spills than thrills, broke even at the end. I go there only for one solitary reason, and it ain't even substantial. The tap was worth it. The stripes got me going crazy, turquoise-orange ones. And they say the cycle continues, as sure as the sun. As constant as night and day. That's why they call it a cycle in the first place.

It was a day well-spent. I'd be lying if I said that I signed up for the law tea session because I was truly interested. Needed a valid excuse to excuse myself from work. Ah, the magic of repetition. Half an hour late, stayed for half an hour. Here's one for the interest level. John fell asleep on me but KarltheChandra Cuttings made it to go shopping. Right about time to go sneaker copping. That time will come. Gerald's off to Hong Kong tmr, the land of Gu Wat Zai, of Mong Kok and of course, HeadPorter. Hope he gets some for himself. Tomorrow's the day to clear up the room, about time I tell you.

Before you know it, Wednesday hits you again when you least expect it.

I say please don't slow me down if I'm going too fast.

fresh from recluse 14:28 [+]

To her, we were probably just random strangers that she'd seen only for the first time in her life. Still she treated us in kind and greeted us with a warmth I'd never expected. Not at a time when things weren't exactly going well. The look on her face killed me. And I knew at once what true sadness was. How true sadness felt. Because as I gave her a hug to bid goodbye, I felt it too.

fresh from recluse 12:19 [+]

Good friends we have
Oh good friends we've lost
Along the way
In this great future
You can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I say
Your feet, is your only carriage
And so you've got to push on through

Oh my little darling, don't shed no tears
Oh my little soldier, baby don't shed no tears
Everything's gonna be alright


I still remember why I posted this the other time, and I never want to post this here for the same reason ever again.

fresh from recluse 12:42 [+]

Top L-R: Michaelei, Teokin, Fatbird, Xavi. Bottom L-R: Myself, Simtoh, BSM Lek, Saiful, Neo Sim Xiong.

fresh from recluse 16:32 [+]

From L-R (with proper names): Myself, Xavier, Kin Hao, Michael, hell driver Nicholas, Shixiong, Seetoh, Alfred. Bravo Gun 1.

fresh from recluse 16:25 [+]

army idols. hur hur

fresh from recluse 16:20 [+]

I must maintain that I meant everything I said here (damned I actually said that?!)

fresh from recluse 16:19 [+]

So last Thursday I went for my battalion ORD dinner.
We've come a long way yeah guys.
Dying from the heat in India, not to mention daily triple curry meals and shitty combat rations during exercise.
Then came the biggie, one motherfucking month in Thailand. 31 motherfucking days.
Xavier lost one lousy little live primer and we stayed up all night with the rattan poonki and the sand looking for it. We nearly died cos we thought he'd be sent to DB for it. And some fucker got caught sleeping.
And we didn't get Best Battery just because our officer can't topo properly?
We ram the pickets and fire the damned TNT but you can't read the damned map good enough for us?
That must've been the biggest joke in the history of our formation. Fastest deployments and most number of on-time shots in the battalion, yet all we brought home was a heavy ali-baba bag with an even heavier heart.
Damned, the heartache.
Thunderwarrior was an inevitability and we went in no-holds-barred.
Never mind the biting cold.
Never mind it was always a bitch to light up a fag cos the wind was too damned strong.
It was our NSF swan-song and we dealt every blow with force.

23 SA 11th Mono Intake Bravo Battery Gun 1, you've been the pillar all this while.
The only crew with a LCP 2IC, but you proved to be the best no doubt about that.
Battalion ranging piece for both Crescendo and Thunderwarrior, we are legends in our own right.
There are no two ways about this. I want you guys to know just how fucking proud of you guys I am. You guys got the heart. And it shows. More than 300 rounds shot out in total. No other gun in our battalion can match that. We've taken up at least 60% of all the rounds available. The rest of the 17 guns just eat our dirt and compete for the scraps. How about that? I like the sound of it. You guys are the best. Be proud of it. Take it away with you, I assure you this is for life. When I was just a Private at Sispec my OC told me that pain is temporary, but glory is forever. And it holds true till this day, and possibly till the end of time.
I thank you with all my heart that each and every single one of you sweated your heart and soul and balls out for an ideal as vague as National Service. You've become legends in the unit, legends in your own right, and you only have yourselves to thank for.

Your trust, our confidence. Our confidence, your trust. Freedom is now back to grace your lives so enjoy it. I'll see you guys at ICT.

fresh from recluse 15:35 [+]

"It's a fucking circus out here." These were the exact words I said tonight. Never have I felt such tedium on an occasion I usually enjoy. It's just this short of turning into a chore. Anyway, I Stroked my pet Reptilia before putting him in his Juicebox to sleep, and iTunes ran overtime. Yeah, the night's not over, you're not trying hard enough. Dana strangely resembled Germ, which is kinda creepy.



I said please don't slow me down if I'm going too fast.

fresh from recluse 16:11 [+]