hello

I think i saw you yesterday.

As the end draws near

I cannot imagine life without these people.
The amount of hardship we go through together, through thick and thin.
I can never forget
you guys are the best man.

As Sept 18th draws near,
with all of us looking forward to the big day,
I know our hearts are weary.
I know.
For my heart yearns for each and every one of you.
Let us cherish the remaining 20 days together.

Sixy-Eight

Haven’t been updating this space for some time. Will probably do so after Taiwan. Catch this space soon!

68 MORE DAYS MAN WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

So much on my mind

There’re a million things on my mind right now.
Alma Mater, family, friends and loved ones.
It hasn’t been easy these few months, really.
It’s hard to prioritize sometimes, but I always try my best
I really do.
You guys are going to be the reason why I will survive at foreign land,
When I’m all alone in the dense jungle lying on my A-frame at night,
with the nearest guy 50m away.
I only think of so much,
to keep me going on for 3 weeks.
For me, it’s more than sufficient.
till then.

Inner self

People only look at the surface, the honour and pride and glory
The image may be rosy and glamourous,
but what comes with it,
no one knows, no one.
The suffering, pain, anguish and disappointments.

And when stress finally takes a toll, you crumble.
At night.
No one knows, no one.

Now I’m starting to feel whether it’s all worth it after all.
I’m not sure if I made the right choice
I’m not sure. really.

I’ve got soul but I’m not a soldier
I’ve got soul but I’m not a soldier
I’ve got soul but I’m not a soldier

A visit to Grandma’s

48 Niven Road

Affection

I think I’m boring at this aspect.
Or am I not?
or am I?

I don’t know man.

Life in camp on a sunday 8am

Aloha folks it’s the first time I’m writing in camp.
It’s a beautiful sunday morning though, cool as it is. 
Confinement isn’t that bad after all.
Washing of clothes, eating of the favourite tomyam cup noodles in the room and best of all, SLEEEEEEPING.

Serving as an usher for the commmissioning parade wasn’t that bad after all.
The amount of red packets made it all worthwhile HAHA KIDDING.
There were KFC coupons, tissue papers and even 4D tickets for the weekend.

But it was more of the little pieces of notes they write, that really touched my heart.
Almost every red packet contained words of encouragement, sincerity and heartfelt warmth.
Sounds pretty gay but after all that OCS has to offer, the tough trainings and mental tiredness, these notes mean alot and serve as motivation to me. 

As I looked towards these newly-commissioned Officers with their proud parents, my eyes were filled with innocent envy, wishing that I could be the one walking down with the bar on my shoulders.
It’s going to be another 5 months and 27 days until the big day. Mentally and physically tiring as it is, I’m looking ahead…I really am.

The black bar that meant so much.

With Your Love, I can

The Countdown

6 months and 5 days