Flow

Day in. Day out. Sembawang Camp. Exhausts. Oil. Smoke. Lectures. Lunch & tea breaks. Weekends coming. Mayday.



Bmx seems fun.

Manipulation

Speak No Evil.

Happy Camper

Today. Wake up. Brush teeth. Smoke. Breakfast. Smoke. Get dressed. Smoke. Around 1km run. Walk to street soccer court. Soccer match. Walked back. Smoke. Bathe. Smoke. Hang around the vending machine. Nap. Woke up. Smoke. Waiting game. Smoke. Lecture. Lunch. Smoke. Slacking. Nap. Woke up. Smoke. Lecture. Dinner. Nights off.

I'm bored till god knows when. . .

LMAO!

Driver posting at Selarang Camp. Monday 8am reporting in. Anxious. Lazy.

Just now, dinner at Brewerks. Fish and chips. Buffalo wings. Potato Skins. Golden Ale. Plaza Singapura. Saw Jean Danker. Very random. Movie. Kick-Ass. No seats. Cathay Cineplex. Front seats. Neck pain. Funny. Soft-core. Nice show. Taxi ride home.

Facebook. Social City. Build police station & Art Gallery. LOL! Sleeping soon.

Goodnight!



If I have a wife this stylish...

Pitch Bending

Goodbye

7 days of block leave to enjoy before the next phase.

Splitting Nails

For the past 3 days I'm sick, even way before. I missed the 24km route march, the parade, the Kodak moments with the mates. I POP-ed at home, down with a fucking high fever and packets of pills. Part of me wants to stay but damn it I was too sick to even carry my own bag for another click.

The once in a lifetime event of photos of me aren't there. No memories. Disappointed. Can't help it but to suck it up. There's always others right? Hmm...

I'm getting better already. I can feel the fever is wearing off. But the cough is bloody irritating. I think I screwed up my knees. Everytime I bend them and wanted to straighten them out it hurts badly. CB!

Ahhh, nevermind. It's a week of civilian holiday life for me. I hope I got into a good posting *cross fingers*

Goodbye Paris and ferry rides for now.

Long Days

Thursday, the mates and me swarmed the McDonalds just to eat McSpicy with cheese. I swear it's spreading like a disease in camp. Almost everyone know, even the commanders. We were animals. Eating till midnight with our stomach at full power. Still wanting more.


This is what happen when you're not out of camp for 3 weeks. Like an ass. I miss my parents and friends. I miss taking photos. I miss the outside world and being a civilian.

Well, I turn down the offer for the L4D session last Friday with the commanders and platoon mates. I just miss jamming. Itchy finger. Itchy this and that. Damn, it feels good to get on the drums again.


and... congratulations Andy! May the force be with you.

Sometimes

Old times are remembered.