if u wanna be happy for the rest of your life .. always make a pretty jun your wife =D 

I miss my hair! Haha.I didn't know I looked so good with hair *grin* 

Of Churches and Jun

I'm back for a temporary respite from military training. I had range
(live firing) this week. Range, is one of the many examples of SAF inefficiency. *Shudder* that's all about SAF. Now that I'm out, my tekong memories shall remain in tekong!

I miss church! I missed church! Argh, I set my alarm for 9am, but it was an half hearted attempt - placed the alarm clock within reach. As expected, I don't even recall shutting off the alarm. I just woke up with it off. Assuming that my aunt would wake me up made me complacent. The whole family overslept! This shows that the church attendence of this particular extension of the Lim family depends on one person - my aunt! What happened was that she woke up at 730am to wash my clothes *guilty expression* but had a splitting headache that forced her to bed. The next time she woke up was 1030, and the whole house was still sleeping. Thinking it was already too late for church as service starts at 1030, she didn't bother to wake us up. I woke up at 11. I wished she had woken me up at 1030. I would have rushed down to church in a cab. I have field camp next thursday, meaning that I'll miss church again. Argh.

Sigh anyway, I watched De-lovely last night with Jun. Beautiful show, loved the music, and the company was great! Okay, more specifically the company on my immediate right was great. If you know what the movie is about, you'll understand why so many gays were in the cinema with us. De-lovely is based on the life of Cole Potter, a famous(yes famous, I just didn't know who he was till I watched the film =p) composer and an apparent gay. He was flamboyantly gay. Back to what I was saying. It so happened that Jun and I were sandwiched in between 2 gay couples. And the gay couple of my left were leaning against each other. Two macho, beefy looking guys leaning on each other's shoulders. Goodness. I don't think I'm that much of a homophobic, but that really disturbed me.

Jun was in a lousy mood in the day. It surprised me how much her mood affected mine. I've always known that I'm like an emotional mirror, feeling the emotions of my companions. If they're happy, I'm happy. If they're upset, I feel upset as well. Maybe this is normal human behaviour, but haha I've never bothered to find out if others are like that. Anyway, if you're curious, her mood improved and we enjoyed the rest of the day, and night =)

I miss her already ..

AWOL

I'm seriously tempted to go AWOL.

I need space, the army doesn't give me much!

But I miss the chin up regimes =)

I miss my section mates.

Respect

The next time you walk pass an army personnel in No 4 uniform, be it a lowly recruit, or a ranked soldier, accord him the proper respect. Under the guise of national defence, these young men had been conscripted against their own free will under the "Enlistment Act" and were forced to put their personnel life and ambitions on hiatus. Their hair was mercilessly shaved off - for hygiene purposes, of cause, the SAF would never think of intentionally humilating their cherished slaves - and as recruits, they greet the civilised world every weekend stinking of accumulated sweat and dirt.

Slouching in air-conditioned comfort aboard 88, I saw a trailer for a Sammi Cheng and Andy Lau movie - "Opening 21st October". Mentally doing a little calculation, I realised I'll be in camp. Life goes on in the civilised world. People go to school, to work, to play. While I train in Tekong. Please. I understand the importance of National Service. I really do. I also know I'm not the first person going through the service, and that life is actually pretty good compared to the "old days" when a recruit has to polish his boots till they become portable mirrors, and kissing hot lamp posts was a common past-time.

I still complain. I enjoy myself most of the time in Tekong, but still I complain. The army is building up my muscles and eroding my brain. Some of the things they make us do in there crack me up. Seeing my platoon mates take them seriously cracks me up even more. Take the flag raising and lowering ceremony as an example. Till now, I've not actually seen the flag being raised or lowered, but when that sacred ritual is being carried out, all activity on the camp grounds is suppose to stop, while a rectangular piece of cloth is being ceremoniously moved. I don't even have the slightest idea where the damn flag pole is. Still we freeze. I was at the dinner table in the cookhouse yesterday evening when the trumpet sounded, signaling the commencement of the above-mentioned sacred ceremony. One of my platoon mates sitting diagonally across me froze completely. The uninformed might think that he had his vital points blocked, ala chinese period drama style. But even the victims of that amazing skill in those period dramas could move their eye balls. That joker totally froze, even his pupils were unmoving. I sniggered a little, before loading another spoonful of food into my mouth. He had his spoon buried under a pile of rice and his fork paused in mid action, a piece of chicken meat between the fork and the spoon. Amazing sight. I immediately thought of the performer who hangs around the underpass between Lido and Orchard MRT. You know who I'm talking about? The motionless guy. Whatever you call him.

Then there are the garang kings, action kings, wayang kings. Who are they? The folks who have high ambitions - namely, the ambition to be greeted "Sir", and saluted. Anyway as a disclaimer, this whole post is cheap satire, so don't take it anymore seriously than I mean it to be. I love those guys. They do all the shit. Ration I/C, this I/C, that I/C. And they take their jobs very seriously. I look fondly on my ration I/C. He does his job well, ensures sufficient eating time for the rest of us, and is always the last one to get his food. I applaud him. Initially I thought him pretenious. Now I like him. He did his job well even when he was sick. When I say sick, I mean really sick. His fever got so high he was admited into Changi Hospital. Once again, I applaud him. Actually most are pretty nice guys. There's only one guy that I really cannot stand. Okay, him and his side-kick. I can't stand both. I'm not going to waste my weekend talking about them.

Gawd. What am I doing, talking about SAF during my weekend! Sacrilegious.

Enough. Actually the truth of the matter is that Jun is over at her friend's place for a JC gathering cum birthday party and I'm left alone here at home chilling. I don't really mind though. I missed my pig sty. Haha, or what I fondly call shaun-sty.

I miss you guys. Drop me a msg!

Tekong Writings

I go where I do not want
I do not what I want
If this is a life I do not want
What the fuck am I doing here?
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it's ironic how one can see
beauty admist the tings we dread
lying on my back, on the track,
I see the stars that shimmer and shine

on tekong island where I hate to be
the glorious stars beckon me
to fly and leave, to dance with them
I'll gladly soar, and with them shine