Sandbox of Thoughts

’cause I love anybody who’s fool enough to believe
And you’re just one of many who broke their heart on me
And so I say I don’t love you,
though it kills me
It’s a lie that sets you free.

Its Christmas! May the warmth of Christmas, blessings of hope, peace and joy be with all of you!

It felt awesome to be singing in the choir again. Christmas with CD is always the best. With everybody looking so great and smiling so crazily, it for a moment almost felt like i had no other worry in the world. Its also the only time we get to see everyone in the same place at the same time. Everyone has changed. Most for the better.

Its sad to be booking in on Christmas day and theres alot of parties i didn’t/ won’t be able to make. But heck, I appreciate these really perfect moments even more now.

We left for Jenny’s place after midnight mass to go hang out with the choir people as usual. Then headed for Gen’s place to collect presents and to rest a bit before heading home.

This is probably my most favourite holiday. And i can only hope that things will stay the same for years more to come.

Christmas concert this Saturday. I hope you bought your tickets!

Until then…

Happy Birthday Emmanuel! One more year before bike license. woohoo!

The life of a Spartan is one without much to look forward to. Though the tough physical phase hasn’t officially kicked in, i know the days to come will be filled with lots of sweat and swearing. Especially with my busted leg.

I must however mention that unlike BT, the commanders i have come across in this new place makes me feel more comfortable in entrusting my life in others’ hands.

I have alot more to go through before i shall pass judgement again.

I really miss BMT.

For every outfit you wear, I have a story to tell. It is a lonely Christmas, this year.

I have not done any christmas shopping yet. I think its because i have been so sick of late. What a way to spend my block leave.

Perhaps if i didn’t always drag my poor soul out of the door to go do things sick people shouldn’t be doing, i would have recovered by now.

NS chatter always seemed boring to me. But now that i can actually relate to the topic of discussion, it does actually widen up my eyes and sit straight at attention.

Christmas is coming, where are you, my friends!

Hot. Fatigued. Young men.

The deed is done, the cruelly short but intense 9 weeks of bmt has finally for me. The last day of it all, really drained me both physically and mentally.

Not to mention that I am afflicted with physical pain in even more ways than before. Nevertheless, it was a good experience for me. Especially when i now better know myself, my decisions, and my plans for the near future.

One bit of unconventional wisdom i can bring back would be that in the heirarchy of leadership, even if your at the bottom of the food chain, it doesn’t matter if what u do is not understood.

For if some of the decisions u make are very much like those of a roaming idealist, and only the very few who understand you can offer you some form of comfort in trusting you , the reality is that people won’t actually see an immediate benefit in being around you.

So what happens even if you get your way in the end? Or managed to convince others to see things your way? The likelihood of reversing the adverse effects of the social scorn is close to not-gonna-happen. Or maybe you won’t even care if that happens in the end or not.

U know who u are, dear sergeant. Just let me say that in spite of all your arrogance and ignorance with respect to all the things you should be more aware of, i respect you. For being the ballsy idealist.

I suppose this was yet another repetitive affair for my parents. I shan’t even mention how unorganised the entire event was.

I will treasure this memory. And now these photos shall forever remain in cyberspace, as long i pay my dues.

 

Goodbye!

i don’t event remember if this was prior or post enlistment.