The revival of an old interest.

It's probably been eons since I tried to write a decent blog. I subconsciously sworn/vowed to depart from the ludicrous activity called blogging. After reading Karen's blog (Dan & HT's friend), I felt I should probably treat this place as a private thought dumping ground, a platform to showcase random nonsense that assembled in my mind during NS training.

Recently I felt utterly relieved to have shakened off the fear of the dark, particularly darkness in my bunk, one rumoured to have been occupied by the Japanese for horrendous activities (not to be mentioned). To spice up the rumours, supernatural sightings were passed down by sgts themselves, such as a lady in red holding a small girl's hand by her side floating above the water tank which is just 10 m away from my bed at an angle of 20 degrees. I would like to thank the makers of Shawshank Redemption for they aided me much.

" Fear can hold you prisoner, Hope can set you free. " Hope it stays this way for me, otherwise incontinence due to overendurance at night would be reality.

Training today was exceptionally long and hands were itchy, extremely. Stones were flung at a 100plus can as a test of capabilities, trying to win one other, words were arranged using stones.... stones were 'falled' in with a stone platoon IC. A coursemate found a glaring piece of dark metal sticking out of the ground then decided to unearth it, alas he failed, I failed too.

Like we normally say, it's f*ckin' deep and long. You whack it with a foot-sized rock and the rock chips, metal' still there. The main surprise of the day was the scenery of the training ground...... it'll make another good LOTR filming spot. Betcha didn't know Singapore had lovely scenic hills looking like Guilin mountains and Western pastures blended together. I couldn't really see buildings and any trace of modern architecture, it's just simply beautifully shaped hills with the right shade of green. The slight haze and cloudy weather gave it yet a better look.

Wang Kang Long, the famous, infamous, notoriously silent and 'determined' told me he realised he hasn't used his brain for a long long time. His brain cells were said to have begun loading, but today it seems like they scrambled back. He was stoning again, wouldn't even joke with me using his rap about my name. Oh well, he took his own time to dress up and wanted to get 'kept' in and was awarded an auditorial overload from the sgts. Just hope he's pretty fine like normal.