Sigh. Havent been able to write much lately. Not much to update anyway. Just slowly willing my time away, waiting for the day all this ends. At least I have someone accompanying me on this ardous journey.

Driving was horrible. Think I'm gonna fail when I get back from Brunei. I'm not a very safe driver, especially after the years of observing my dad drive around. Oh well.

Just bought The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. Can't wait to read. And I'm hooked on Hellboy! Haha. Got my advance pay yesterday so kinda itching to spend some cash. =)

Written last week. Not exactly prose, just chains of words flowing from the tip of my pen.

A machine churning nightmares in the dark.
Clank, clank, clank; it goes. Never stopping,
never feeling. For it is a concoction of fears.
Sleep comes and you hear the gears faintly
in the distance and then it revs up,
turning the sticky stupor of rest in to
a volcanic eruption of flaming screams.
Serenity and calmness of slumber become
pictures of doom.
In sleep, there is no rest.
In death, there is only eternity
of the clanking machine.

* * *

Papa used to say sunflowers bring the sunshine into Mama's eyes;
how he loved the way Mama's emerald green eyes sparkled like gems;
how she would smile like nothing in the world could make her sad.
I want to feel like that too, I want my own little piece of heaven like
Mama - she had Papa.

Last week was a horrible one in which training was strenuous and I had duty to serve on Saturday. This week was a wreck; spent the first few days sick but not that sick. Joined all the training with the rest. Mid-week was when I almost lost my life when one of the men wanted to stab me. We talked quite often but it was just that day, that moment when my anger took over me and my helmet flew at him (though not directly), causing him to go berserk. Too many troubles outside, he told me the day after the incident. He even managed to get about 10 other guys who wanted to pick a fight with me. Lesson learnt: curb my anger, watch my tongue and vengeance just leads to no where. Had to sign 3 extra duties though. *shrugs* At least I'm still walking around, not lying on a hospital bed somewhere. And my men are not heading to jail. An eye for an eye is not the way we should live our lives. (Then again sometimes instinct takes over)

Today, I clocked my fastest timing for SOC ever. Sadly, it ain't a test!