June 2012
2 posts
A year in green
Pretty soon, I’ll have spent a year in NS.
I won’t deny, the time’s been nothing short of a great learning experience. The skills, values, and friends I’ve attained since August 05 will go a long way in my life post NS.
Perhaps most importantly, NS allowed me to view both ends of the human spectrum. Good, bad, and ugly, I’ve had the privilege of seeing it all.
My...
May 2012
4 posts
Last Burst Liao
Back from Thailand, and the race to the Parade Square has just taken a turn into its final lap.
Just 60-odd days to go and I’ll be heading back to where I feel at home.
God, give me the strength, willpower, self-motivation to push through all that’s left in these remaining days - my guide book project, the exercises, OCCT, and what not.
Let me vindicate the trust and hope that my...
Why?
I’ve never understood the need for critics (food, movies, music, whatever) to use exaggerated and bombastic language in their criticisms. Its as if the less they rate a particular subject, the more purple their writing gets. What’s the purpose of it?
April 2012
7 posts
On the surface of things
Funny how people who seem to have it all, can fail to be happy.
Post-ORD To Do List
Something to give me something to look forward to.
1. Tomorrowland 2012
2. Make up for lost time on guitar
3. SATS
4. Drive
5. Write, write, write
6. _________________
I thought about it and...
Mum’s right - I wouldn’t last long if I signed on. Forget about how interesting SF or the US courses would be; the innate rigidity and “wtf” of the Army would ultimately catch up to me.
Mum said: “You’re not the kind to stay on with things for a long time. You need to move around and try new things one”
Guess I can try that.
Home
The hardest part is letting go - not taking part. After so much and so long, I find it hard to believe that I’m clinging onto what are now but scraps of our bright past.
Did I post something like this before? I think I did.
Anyway, back from Brunei and half-way through OCS. Nothing much more going on in this avenue.
March 2012
5 posts
i just want to write, report, play hon, eat french toast… get out of this funk. get out of this sudden surge of emotion that is quite unbecoming to be honest.
And now we stand, in what is increasingly seeming like the end, two very different, very distant individuals. I look back and see the old days. Days when we aimed for similar goals. Days when we spoke easily.
Days when we were, at the very least, friends.
February 2012
6 posts
Come to think of it
Its only the obligations that will stop me from leaving and living.
“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to...”
– Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral”
(source: npr)
...
This is going to sound like a typical 16 year old rant, and coming from a 20 year old, its pretty unbecoming.
But.
I wish my dad would stop talking to me as if I indeed am a 16 year old. I mean, trying to play the guilt card to coerce me into not going out? Beating around the bush when your agenda is crystal clear? Come on. I deserve more respect than that.
I’ve not said this in a long...
Time Check
Basically, I’ve kind of failed what I set out to do upon joining NS.
I’m letting my ego take over, I’m having unjustified highfalutin ideas of my own capabilities, and I’m not exercising enough patience, balance, and rationality in my actions towards an unfavorable situation.
And that just about sums up my first two weeks in officer school.
Don’t get me wrong, I...
January 2012
5 posts
Change
I’m at a point where I no longer feel like this environment is for me. May my plans and applications come to fruition, and bring about a welcome change in scenery.
Time to get off my ass and make that happen.
Tendencies
I tend to run away from the truth. Yeah, I won’t deny I’m afraid to face up to certain things - especially those I consider embarrassing. Boon or bane, those who I call friend, you decide.
December 2011
20 posts
13 Writing Tips From Chuck Palahniuk →
Number One: Two years ago, when I wrote the first of these essays it was about my “egg timer method” of writing. You never saw that essay, but here’s the method: When you don’t want to write, set an egg timer for one hour (or half hour) and sit down to write until the timer rings. If you still hate writing, you’re free in an hour. But usually, by the time that alarm rings, you’ll be so...
All these “What the fuck did I really type that?” moments.
November 2011
5 posts
