week 3.

press on, look beyond the mild discomfort of living under a questionable system and into the deep blue where passion & interest thrives.

i know it's a difficult time for all of us, so let's just all be there for each other and as a few of us have said so already, "have faith".

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the week has been full of challenging moments, but i shan't go into exact detail (lest a confidentiality agreement with the SAF has been breached *shudders*, OR i bore the girls to death with "green" talk)

the matriach and i have reached a mutual understanding over the time i spend at NS, we really talked it over at The Straits Kitchen @ Hyatt. i think all these post-bookout lunches kinda eases us over especially during this period where i'm practically tied down with green things. *rolls eyes*

and in the weekend, Ave had to cover something over at Pan Pacific, so we got to go up to the Sulu Suite to view the fireworks, followed by a nice 6 course dinner @ Global Kitchen for some South African Cuisine, such as Eggplant Crackers, Springbok (some kinda veal), Wild Boar, Crayfish Risotto etc.. and ended the evening down at the ground floor bar, The Atrium, with Purple Haze (Tequila + blueberry juice, syrup & fruit!) & Midori Melon Pineapple. and it's all. on. the. house!

pictures up maybe next week, i'm too lazy to find my 6280 adaptor and install the nokia software. gawd.

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i've realised that my blog has been viewed by marnie may-nee peeople. some i didn't expect to, and worse, some i didn't know.

i'm fine if ya read it, but if ya gonna judge me from my fi-li-fa-lah language or the occasional wayang-ness when i'm in a not-so-bubbly mood, then i'm sorry! -100 points.

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himbotic statements aside, the PTP phase has officially ended, now it's onto BMT, here's to more long 4 uniforms & less physical conditioning (which i totally am grateful for without the regimental issues)

my bunkmates are a dream lar, we have potluck nightsnacks every night, followed by bitchings (gasp, surprising isn't it) and complaining (just from my buddy ha). We're pretty co-operative and try our best to make it out of BMT alive.

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so many issues being flung left right centre, i don't know where to start. i think i'll just randomly fling out what's on my mind.

Word Vomit.

i feel like sometimes, when you're at your top, the only way is down. and i think it's much better to leave on a high note, coz people tend to remember the negative things about you, so leaving on a positive conclusion is always better, it tends to negate the bitter taste of departure.

i also feel that life is like a transition, even in the sacred bible, ecclesiastes quotes that "there's a season for everything, a season for mourning, a season for celebrate(?) ..." i really don't want this season to end really, it's been the best years of my life, even without a confirmed university spot, or a good portfolio. thank you.

i also feel that a decision made based on a group of people with a common interest should be lead with fairness and without a one-man-made decision. The destruction of a group could be ignited due the inability to look beyond being bitterly hurt over issues. but the thing is, as much as damage is taken by the knife, there's a reason why you bleed.

i'm quite surprised. really i am, i kinda noticed it over the past week and it was confirmed.

i know some of these are quite vague, and i intend to leave 'em vague. the rest has been carefully archived onto my rabbit diary which dear pal Reza has given to me for journalism purposes in camp.

i don't wanna lead an army life,

i just wanna lead a civvie life

PC don't let me go

OC say no no no

MAMA i wanna go homeeeee.