Sunday, August 19, 2007

Drops of tranquility

Rain rain rain! It's been raining alot these days.. the weather's good. Cooling as it is, what a peaceful sunday afternoon. Especially after a week's hard training, and hours before booking in camp, it is really nice n cosy to just relax at the corner of the bed, hugging your favourite cotton-filled pillow, reading a book and listening to soft soothing music. What a way to spend the afternoon, but it wouldn't be long before the sound of rain drops engulf the room...


9 more days to my graduation parade. Less than a week to my 28km graduation road march. My BSLC course's coming to an end. Just when we've made great buddies in camp, in the next blink of an eye, everyone's going to walk different paths. Where will we be posted to? OCS crossover? ASLC? Guards? Signals? Arty? Armour? It doesn't really matter.. what's important to me is to learn and excel in what I do and to enjoy every bit of training. Things we'll never get to experience in life, now I've 2 years for it. They become memories; that will last me a lifetime.

And that's why, every night, I write down my training experience, my feelings and opinions in my diary. Every single moment isn't to be missed or to be forgotten. I write my own story and I'll keep it till the day when I'll let my children read it.


This might sound cliche but I do think far!! hahaa. (= ... this is how army transform people.. hmm.

Sunday, August 12, 2007


Let's talk about yesterday. hahaa.

Went SJ in the morning, thought aisuan, xinyan and yan hsiang will be there. So I went down see see. Reached at 8am and then later realised yan hsiang didn't turn up. hmm.

As I stood upon the cement railings outside SJ room and watched the kids train (footdrill), I imagined if I wasn't around that morning. Only aisuan and xinyan will be there. Once in a while, certain degree of unhappiness will be set upon. The air is still, the atmosphere seemed so different. Can anyone revive those days? Days passed by and things really changed, so rapidly that I didn't managed to catch a breather. I missed the days where SJ trainings are noisy, every second filled with excitement, joy and gutso. When will it be when mah, ong, ken, me, aisuan and derrick meet again in SJ? nobody knows. We lead our own lives, we walked many unfamiliar paths, surrendering to the hands of destiny.

But the days gone are never to be forgotten, they're to be cherished.

I begin to think of what the future holds; for everyone.