Passed!

Well by a HUGE stroke of luck I passed my SAF Driving Test. Will be getting the Class 4 Driving Permit soon I guess. Somehow staying out has become rather important... Hehe! Interim thank-yous to DIs first, more to come later :P (not empty promises, I must remind myself).

Title? What Title?

A little bit more time warrants a little bit more blogging, perhaps? Little moments like this still make me feel proud to be a soldier, after all, despite whatever hardships we may face (not so much now if you really want to compare) and the darker side of things one experiences...

Saturday

Coffeeshop Drinks Stall Uncle: Eh, what can I get for you?
Me: One Green Tea please, uncle.
Uncle: Okay. What camp you in ah?
Me: Oh, er, Jurong Camp.
Uncle: Jurong ah... Area III Command is it? Signaller?
Me: Yeah... plus learning driving now lah.
Uncle: We need men like you! *pats my back*

-> This doesn't count as revealing information, does it?

Heh. I'd like to believe that was a genuine appreciation of the efforts of the SAF in defending the nation's sovereignty and whatnot. National Service is something that binds men together, the old can always talk about NS with the younger, no? And so it goes.

On the other hand, my paranoia isn't making life exactly good, when I wonder about how every action I do might affect my impression and standing among others. I doubt things and people and seek extra confirmation and become rather annoying, I think. I realise I have changed t become like this, it wasn't like that before. Very much so, perhaps in this last few years... I think too much.

And then things don't seem to well on the family side. A small tidbit of information can be found on Eunice's blog. Yes, THAT Eunice. Now why am I even blogging about this?

Final push at HSP before I can go for the SAF Driving Test... for the Class 3 and 4 permit. Ending post here. Doesn't seem too long now, does it?

PS: Thank you to everybody who has been a help in guiding me and perhaps, shaping my character (the good sides of it). This is a quick thank-you, details probably when even more time permits and when I... actually do it (I've always wanted to thank people, like teachers, sergeants, course commanders and whatnot, but in the end I lose steam with the idea. How bad can I get? Ugh me. :(). Bah, how shameful.

Prologue to Suffering... (coming soon)

I headed straight to Parkway Parade for lunch yesterday after booking out, still in my Smart No. 4 and field pack. After finishing lunch, I went home (obviously). That was when I saw 7 police officers (the STAR team? Special Operations Command?) patrolling, all dressed in coveralls, body armour, and wielding MP5s and M-16s. So here I was, an army boy, walking past the 6 of them and their sergeant. I swear all of them were looking at me as I walked past. :P I thought about similing to the sergeant but passed him before I could do so. Hehe. Oh well... whatever.

Yesterday was my first time consuming a coffee-based beverage in its entirety as well, done after celebrating my maternal grandmother's birthday at some NYDC place with my cousins. It was some latte, I think. It somehow made me really queasy (nauseous) on the bus home, and I was kept awake till 3am. It's like, I felt sleepy but my eyelids had no intention of shutting! Oh dear...

Today just flew past like that.

Hurry up and post!

Words bearing random thoughts, too little time to put them into comprehensible sentences: what makes us human? the memories we cherish?: cue jacky's guess show on couples, crying, memories? why must we serve? 1SIR... o.o Pavarotti and Fossett.

Star Wars Essential Guide to Vehicles, anyone?

HSP sucks. outmoded equivalent to Advanced Theory, push cars around on piecs of cardboard, depend on luck. baad.

What else?

Down to Odex!

It's all about your attitude when it comes to driving (i.e. on this course). Still, my slow reflexes and my occasional lack of attention plus the fact that I lose my composure during "situations" make things difficult. I still get fucked, yadda yadda yadda, but I'm going to have to drive the 3-tonners soon. God bless... Military driving is so much different from civilian driving, it isn't easy for me to adapt between both of them. Passing time watching others play PSP has increased my desire to own one, but I just don't want to get one yet. I should bring in a few books to read but agin, I'm too lazy to take action. :P Whatever. Life goes on, and each day passes just like that.

Did nothing interesting over the weekend.