Out from tekong again after another two long weeks, one field camp, one grenade throw, countless target practices and hundreds of pumpings, dozens of runs and a first ever high fever.


Straight out from tekong, and the next day, zoom to cs's birthday chalet. Overnight thingy. Hope he is happy in sispec. Hope our two years is not wasted after all? Maybe something can still be gained. Like how looking out of the ECP coastline is so similar to the Tekong one.


Being part of the company Drill squad is an immense pleasure. It's one of the few joys in army. I think i mentioned that doing drills in ns is actually very fun. We all know why. NP. Doing all the fancy drills and incorporating fancy elements into basic drills, it actually gave me kind of a thrill. Ok, kind of weird, cause it's not suppose to be a fun thing right? Drilling on those monotonous basic drills brought back so many good memories. And a silly fierce pride for ntnp actually keeps you perfect to every command, alert to every timing foolishly telling yourself, do not disgrace who you are. Like anyone would know?!!! But that is the foolish, fierce pride we keep for things we love, family and friends we treasure. Our everyday, every action is actually in essense what we treasure. They constitute our character. So maybe, in a way, that gives us the satisfaction of knowing that whatever passed us so far, regardless of the state it is in now, was worthwhile, now and forever? Ya. So maybe the gloom reading some of ms liang's recent entries, is just a reminder on this fact. Not another reason to be disheartened but encouraged that it actually made a difference. Like how miss liang scolded me for saying bad things about np when i was in sec 2(she no longer remembers..haha), and a little while later i had the years of my life in it, and made the best friends of my life, and me who i am today. Tadaa. At least for me it mattered. Too much.=)


Sometimes we just walk on neglecting things that happened thinking that it doesnt matter. Sometimes it comes back to us and reminds us. Like how i got a tag from jo kor, a very dear friend in primary school, but totally lost contact with the last six, seven years? Yes, situations like that remind me to treasure people around us more. We cannot just let people slip us by. People who mattered should always matter. That is what the post primary six months taught me. It taught me well. Too well.


You want people to believe in what you believe strongly. Like the above for me and other things for other people. But the fact is, we walk our own paths. We must believe our own. That it will lead us home. And along the way bring those worth the journey along. Ok, maybe join their path if necessary. But is it really necessary?


Too many my friend. Too many.