From nothingness to reality
As we see it
From nothingness to life
My dismal tears of anguish
Bleed into one with the songs of my heaven
Loneliness is pain
Emptiness is power, loneliness is pain
Serenity is might
Yet we shall be honoured
In the starforsaken night
As we see it
From nothingness to life
My dismal tears of anguish
Bleed into one with the songs of my heaven
Loneliness is pain
Emptiness is power, loneliness is pain
Serenity is might
Yet we shall be honoured
In the starforsaken night
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Hello readers, and apologies for the *slightly* later than projected post. Sometimes, freedom is so sweet that you lose yourself in it, oblivious to any commitments other than enjoying your life, embracing freedom as a long lost friend. Well, blogging was simply not on my mind, nor anything related to commitment of any sort really. Basically, I've been slacking. Couldn't be bothered with anything routine, anything essential. I even had to drag myself to go through the daily rituals of hygiene maintenance. Hey, at least it's a little earlier than the normal Sunday evening post =P.
Well, for the rest of the days while I was in camp, from Monday to Wednesday, it was pretty much dress rehearsing and getting ready for thepointless big Passing Out Parade. Boring and exhausting really, that's all it is. Getting screamed at by the Contingent Sergeant Major all day isn't my idea of cool. Monday also saw terrible rain, to which our School CO replied: Just carry on with the rehearsal, if this happens on the real day, screw the alternative wet weather plan (for protocol's sake, they have to have a wet weather alternative plan for the parade. We also rehearsed that. Once. In about 10 minutes. For protocol's sake.). So we proceeded to repeat the whole Parade, rehearsing in the rain. I'm still sneezing as I type this. I just sneezed again.
Tuesday was a welcome break to the monoty of endless rehearsals, we had our School level Games Day. No, once again our company didn't manage to win. However, the biggest event, the tug-of-war, we pwned so hard that our opponents were crying. Given that was the only game event that we actually practiced for, no surprise there. The rain was the worst on Tuesday, on and off the entire event. It got really dramatic at the tug-of-war final, the rain starting just as the judges were about to give the call to pull. The word going around after that match was "epic". Sadly, tug-of-war was the only event we even had a shot at, not even clinching any of the first three prizes for any other events. So much for our batch.
(Side note: the rain I'm talking about here is in no way similar to the drizzles you see in Australia, to my readers over there. When it rains here, it pours. As in, so hard that it hurts where skin is exposed. Standing in the rain for about 1 minute will leave you completely drenched.)
Thankfully, POP day consisted of two batches. They had to split the School up into 2 contingents, to deal with congestion problems when leaving the island. I was in the AM batch. It didn't rain for the AM batch ^^. Mum brought my "godmother" (close friend of my mum's really) (never understood that term, but that's for another day), since each of us were given 2 tickets to give to whoever wanted to come. The standard of the actual POP was terrible, according to some of the spectator's comments. At least, far below what the commanders expected from us. Meh, who cares. They couldn't scream at us with our parents there, and after the parade we disappeared.
Significance? Strangely, the only feeling I had was numbness. Numbness has been happening a lot to me in the past few years of my life. While people's emotions are running high and rushing like zerg, I'm just numb. My hypothesis is that it can be attributed to emotional exhaustion. It's true there are many of those who I've come to know who I will never see again in my life. Meh. Happened to me too much to care anymore. I've acknowledged that people come and go. As long as I make the effort to keep contact with the few who have been truly close friends, my conscience is clear. BMT was terrible, it's true. For those not going to become commanders, it's probably the worst of their 2 years. For me, I don't really have this hope to cling to. Command School will be worse, longer, and all our commanders will actually be military regulars -.-". Good bye leniency.
Ok, while I've spent the last few days slacking, I've also been sourcing around for a pair of headphones to replace my stock iPod ones, which are all but breaking apart in my hands. After many, many hours of research (literally), I've decided to get the Crossroads Mylarone x3i. Why? It's relatively cheap (don't want to spend too much), and it simply owns for the price. only about $60. I challenge you to find a negative review of this pair of headphones on the internet (please remember the price), besides the fact that their first released batch had a slightly faulty build, which has now been fixed (confirmed with the distributor). The main distributor in the world is situated right here in Singapore.
Got to leave soon for lunch and then off to the city to grab my new headphones. Thoroughly enjoying my short week's break, only about 1 week left. Gay. Well, best not to think about it.
Later.
Hello readers, and apologies for the *slightly* later than projected post. Sometimes, freedom is so sweet that you lose yourself in it, oblivious to any commitments other than enjoying your life, embracing freedom as a long lost friend. Well, blogging was simply not on my mind, nor anything related to commitment of any sort really. Basically, I've been slacking. Couldn't be bothered with anything routine, anything essential. I even had to drag myself to go through the daily rituals of hygiene maintenance. Hey, at least it's a little earlier than the normal Sunday evening post =P.
Well, for the rest of the days while I was in camp, from Monday to Wednesday, it was pretty much dress rehearsing and getting ready for the
Tuesday was a welcome break to the monoty of endless rehearsals, we had our School level Games Day. No, once again our company didn't manage to win. However, the biggest event, the tug-of-war, we pwned so hard that our opponents were crying. Given that was the only game event that we actually practiced for, no surprise there. The rain was the worst on Tuesday, on and off the entire event. It got really dramatic at the tug-of-war final, the rain starting just as the judges were about to give the call to pull. The word going around after that match was "epic". Sadly, tug-of-war was the only event we even had a shot at, not even clinching any of the first three prizes for any other events. So much for our batch.
(Side note: the rain I'm talking about here is in no way similar to the drizzles you see in Australia, to my readers over there. When it rains here, it pours. As in, so hard that it hurts where skin is exposed. Standing in the rain for about 1 minute will leave you completely drenched.)
Thankfully, POP day consisted of two batches. They had to split the School up into 2 contingents, to deal with congestion problems when leaving the island. I was in the AM batch. It didn't rain for the AM batch ^^. Mum brought my "godmother" (close friend of my mum's really) (never understood that term, but that's for another day), since each of us were given 2 tickets to give to whoever wanted to come. The standard of the actual POP was terrible, according to some of the spectator's comments. At least, far below what the commanders expected from us. Meh, who cares. They couldn't scream at us with our parents there, and after the parade we disappeared.
Significance? Strangely, the only feeling I had was numbness. Numbness has been happening a lot to me in the past few years of my life. While people's emotions are running high and rushing like zerg, I'm just numb. My hypothesis is that it can be attributed to emotional exhaustion. It's true there are many of those who I've come to know who I will never see again in my life. Meh. Happened to me too much to care anymore. I've acknowledged that people come and go. As long as I make the effort to keep contact with the few who have been truly close friends, my conscience is clear. BMT was terrible, it's true. For those not going to become commanders, it's probably the worst of their 2 years. For me, I don't really have this hope to cling to. Command School will be worse, longer, and all our commanders will actually be military regulars -.-". Good bye leniency.
Ok, while I've spent the last few days slacking, I've also been sourcing around for a pair of headphones to replace my stock iPod ones, which are all but breaking apart in my hands. After many, many hours of research (literally), I've decided to get the Crossroads Mylarone x3i. Why? It's relatively cheap (don't want to spend too much), and it simply owns for the price. only about $60. I challenge you to find a negative review of this pair of headphones on the internet (please remember the price), besides the fact that their first released batch had a slightly faulty build, which has now been fixed (confirmed with the distributor). The main distributor in the world is situated right here in Singapore.
Got to leave soon for lunch and then off to the city to grab my new headphones. Thoroughly enjoying my short week's break, only about 1 week left. Gay. Well, best not to think about it.
Later.
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