Strength

Today was a tough day. Waking up, I felt a abysmal sense of loss, of the seemingly never-ending maze that is NS. We all have these moments, when our emotions just take a nose-dive one day and we feel that everything we do in life is like a 2.4km run that adds 2.4km to the distance every time you thought youve reached the end.

Ive always known, and am glad for the people that I surround myself with. Sometimes when we run out of colour, they always seem to paint the picture of life just fine being as they are. With the exception of the incredibly retarded and useless Mr Lam that Ive mentioned before, the people I bunk with are really not that bad.

Come to think of it, when the new men come in, how are we going to explain to them that third sergeant lam yi rui is useless and cant do anything right?

21

I can still remember on my 20th birthday I was outfield digging my shellscrape and it was around 12 oclock. This friend of mine walked up to me and said happy birthday, and gave me my only present of my 20th birthday, which was a packet of milo. That packet of milo was the best packet of milo I had ever tasted.

This time, on my 21st, what I had was quite a bit of pain. The kind of pain youve been running away from but now you have to face. Quite the event huh.

Got a nice model of an audi R8 for myself and had myself a nice lunch with the Dear. I must must must recommend P.S. Cafe's "PS Burger Club", which is like a sandwich with wagyu beef, cheddar cheese in between bread that tastes and feels like pizza.

I Fucked My First Man!

Well, for starters lets explain how in the army, when you say youve been fucked or that you were fucking someone usually its synonymous with "scold", or "reprimand", so Im definitely still 100% virgin oil, and lets further define "man" as someone of the rank Corporal and below, so Im definitely not a fag.

Ive been a third sergeant for like a few months now, and I havent exactly scolded anyone or came even close to raising my voice at anyone in a manner where I pulled my rank. This because it just isnt my nature to, and because its so much more fun manipulating and machinating their actions and watching them scurrying to do what you want enthusiastically, instead of controlling them through fear alone. Sure, its takes a bit more effort, but much more satisfying.

Youve Failed To Beef It Up

So the auntie at my fav beef store in sun plaza is closing shop. Where else am I going to get huge chunks of beef, rice, veggies and soup for fricking 4.50?

And there goes my regular status haha. I could go stand in the queue and not order anything, and the auntie would know which one I want, cuz I always order "liu hao", or "number six".

I didnt say goodbye. I hate goodbyes even more then I hate hellos.

Burden Unloaded

Some of you may know that I am an archer. Or at least was one. I stopped shooting in the late poly days.

My bow set has since been languishing in the corner of my room. Ive been thinking for a long long time that I should be selling it, or at the very least, give it away. So I left a note on NYP's archery clubs' blog's chat box that I was giving away a free bow and sure enough, someone approached me.

I met him and passed it to him. He mentioned how sweet it was (which I felt was a teeny weeny bit homosexual for a guy to say that) and that he was just wondering how he was going to get the money for the bow.

For one thing, Im glad to be rid of the bow, but for another, I think, its a reminder how we should keep giving. Be it a $200 bow set or a bunch of unused clothes.

Maybe it feels a bit weird that someone like me should preach about something like that, but it only adds an element of hypocrisy, at the very most; it doesnt make what we should be doing any different.