Spitalfield

I MUST write something to get that video down lower on the page >.< Now its making me cringe whenever I see it. It was a super spur of the moment of weakness thing. Long post coming up.

Deployment is ending and I'll return to Maju soon enough- good things must come to an end. It has been EXTENDED but that only means I'll be up in arms on Christmas. Yes, Christmas. You have no idea how much that thought darkens my heart and mind. Then again, as pessimistic as it may sound, missing Christmas isn't going to be much different from being there.

Off the side, I am no musician but seems like I've been messing up my acoustic rock (like what?) with soft rock- alright its the acoustic rock SOUND with the soft rock LYRICS. Alright maybe I am messing this up again but I wanted to find the place to slot this- so it isn't just floating around undecided. Like everything else in my life.

I am really slow to comment but the case of the first Singaporean terrorist victim really is such a pity. She was so young and full of promise, it was a stroke of misfortune- being at the wrong place at the wrong time. The terrorists used way too little logic, killing a small number of people will steel the resolve of their enemies not to give in to their demands. The deaths are more personal and targeted which incites righteous anger. To really shake the world into listening, a massive action has to be taken -like 911- maybe on a even larger scale. The loss of thousands will blur the authorities away from who and how they died to WHY, giving them reason to notice your cause and sober to the fact that you are that capable. From the moment they embarked on such a minuscule operation they were doomed to death- so why not go out with a greater bang and make yourself heard loud and proud. If you truly do not fear death.

These terrorists are such failures.

Happy Birthday Joel!! The party was a blast :) Glad you enjoyed the gift. I will write in your book, some day. The less marks one leaves, the harder it is to trace their passing.

Went for the My Hope movement on Friday, alright so it was not exactly successful since no one new was there. But it was quite fun and meaningful. Vanity of vanities all is vanity like a bubble that bursts. How much is enough if there ever is? There will never be enough. Human greed is unlimited, the very concept of enough is a stain to the hunger for more. I just hope I could have sent off the mission trip people.

To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA) is an American non-profit organization which aims to present hope and find help for people struggling with problems such as depression, drug addiction, self-injury, and suicide. I had no idea that when it was founded in March 06 the person who went around promoting the movement would be so special. Their slogans include "Love is the movement" "Rescue is Possible" and "Stop the Bleeding"- I always thought it was just Love is the movement, Rescue is possible, didn't know about the third one they use at live events. Why bring this up? Because I absolutely adore their slogans- If i had a credit card I'd buy their t-shirts. Beautiful.

Flipping through other people's blogs can be quite painful.

JC was a 2 year blur, perhaps I had my eyes and mind turned in the wrong direction, not seeing all the life that was there. Reading back now, it was really happening for so many people. There were activists, singers, clubbers, the good people who still had as much life as the goth looking alcoholics, the kind, the downright nasty, the beautiful, the beauty that had to be uncovered, the handsome, the handsomeness that was just a front and so much more. I really was lucky to be in A02, it may be the most diverse class but it truly was the most absolutely amazing compound.

Are we really the sum of experiences we've had in life thus far? All these wasted years making me the person I am. Where was the fork in the road where I went down the other side? Was it my choice of CCA, fed by a pointless dream? Or was it that wasted year in secondary school? The first person I spoke to and associated with then? Or even before then- in P4? When I rejected the essence of a clique mentality? Or in P5 when I first got cable? Even further back I can't remember- was I ruined by the internet? The radio? Television? The people I met?

To be honest, I am no gamer. And no mugger. And now, not much of a reader either.

The house can get really dark in the day time. I miss (all of) you, come back soon. Mission trip, stay safe.

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What I'm looking for are the answers to why these questions never go away

Endless Tomorrow

I'm here now most likely because I won't be at home for the next few days at all. I'm quite weird-ed out about going tomorrow. Of all the weekends I have nothing to do, the one day I do have something to pull on (SITEX, if you really want to know, which is quite pathetic in itself really) I decide to blow on well- patching up something I've been tearing at for months. Not the best of times but I'll live through it.

Sleepovers, ironically hardly result in any sleep at all- so I'm sleeping at night today. What? At night? Really? Yes I am! Sure my sleep patterns have been severely disturbed but that is no reason to be all dopey in the day if there is something on right?

So that leave me packing 2 days in advance. Silly fool.

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People can only understand what they've experienced

Penitence is a glove for priests

I have always found the two days off extremely short, especially when its on the weekdays. The day // night shift it totally killing my schedule outside... I wonder how I'll even begin to survive once I go back. There is a 3 day shift coming up... I really wasn't looking forward to this.

It was a pretty fun (read hectic) week at "work". This coming pre-weekend shift my usual partner won't be there so that will be like 70% of the fun gone right about there. A senior will be taking over- bleah. So yea... I better hit the library or something just to find stuff to do these 3 days. Its not an incredible lot but I hope to be able to do something. At least I finished my RR assignment.

Finished reading I"S. WK ah WK, I'm not the infallible epitome of goodness you make me out to be. If I were, would... would everything with everyone have turned out like this? I wouldn't have even met you WK.

Single guys shouldn't read romance novels or manga. Its amazing what you can come up with when you're bored.


Radio fluff. I just can't help myself, I'm a sucker for fairytale endings.

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There's no angel kind enough to hear my repentance

Stories

Ayuko Oka, help me remember that name, it will bite me again next time.

I've spent my leave days quite fruitfully (in my opinion) got to catch up on many series and get some work (however small) done.

I do feel blessed, for breakfast I had homemade pancakes with chocolate sauce (melted from real chocolate) and fresh fruit. Fantastic if I have to say so myself. There are many things in life that we should be thankful for

And I watched i mean really watched a lot of stuff- completed streamed and movies over these 4 days. I'm just happy that I had a break from the usual humdrum of life in SP coy. Lets not remember I will return there tonight.

I'm twenty now. And even though I am not sure, I believe that it will be high time that I chose. Time is running out.

If you were to give happiness had a form, what form would you give? Someone said its like glass- its always there but you just don't see it. And if you we're to just change your angle and perspective a little, it would state its presence and existence more elegantly in the world. Personally while that scene was touching, happiness- in a living form would have to be nothing less then

Trips aren't about where you go but about who you go with.

Strawberries. They're supposed to be sweet- but all I taste is a gritty, sour bitterness. The bite wound, bright like a fresh incision bleeds pale sticky juice. But that taste, is not wholly unpleasant- perhaps that is the sweetness I have heard so much about. The sweetness that extends beyond this unassuming ruby I hold in my palm, like a small leaking heart. Bittersweet and sour is sweetness indeed.

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Do you know why the snow is white? Because it forgot what color it is

May'n

Its been way too long for a post to pop up.

Been really busy, come the week after next i'll be on deployment and then AFTER that come December we have been scheduled for AIT. How we came to have to do AIT all of a sudden is not an event I'd like to talk about. This is the SAF's Christmas present to me, is that the best you can do? I'll beat this one too. One month of hell in a cell, at least some people will be joining me, even if they aren't in the same place going through the same thing.

At least for now i'll be on deployment so things will be fun but then my weekends will be fractured for a month. This is going to be troublesome...

I have, had a dream. Perhaps one day, in the future, we'll find each other. Till then, before we do I hope you stay safe. Oh, and God? Surprise me.

Woohoo! May'n in Singapore! I better check to see if im on deployment that weekend, if im not I will surely go!

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What will you choose? Him or the world?