I do dream and think about you all the time. Everyday I just thought to myself… wouldn’t life be so wonderful if I can hold u in my arms everyday, kiss you in the eyes and behold your glorious beauty?… to whisper sweet nothings to each other, to hear the sound of your sweet voice, and to tell you how special you are to me.

Oh my lovely one, do we ever stand a chance?

Seriously, only God knows. And… only heaven knows what you think about me. Days go by, and I miss you. A blessing or a curse, only God can reveal it to me. And may God give me the strength and grace to accept and embrace whatever turns out.

Seriously, may nobody ever read this post!

Recuperating

Went to specialist today, and he said that there’s nothing serious, and I’m on my way to recuperating. Thank God.

Went to watch This Is It with Liew today. I changed my opinion about the man. What a guy he is. Rest in peace MJ.

MC-ed

I’m given the week off, and resting at home now to recuperate my damaged hamstrings, while my peeps are tahaning the muddy and rainy conditions at field camp. God bless them.

Yeah seriously, God bless them. Alot of them have not been feeling well recently and I just pray that God’s grace and mercy go before them and be with them to endure and overcome the harsh conditions.

Meanwhile, missing field camp this time does not get me an OOT (out of training) status. Heng ah. Don’t have to repeat the whole thing just to POP (pass out parade).

Many times I’ve been struck down. I was hurt. I grew weary, afraid and I feared. And then I remember, You told me to be brave. You told me to be strong. You told me to be courageous.

You know what? I’m gonna aim for a 5-pointer gold for my IPPT. It’s funny how I can suddenly wish for this without a good rationale to back it up… because, I don’t care at the moment whether I can go OCS or SISPEC, I just want an outstanding gold. I’m not a physically fit person, but I somehow have the confidence and hunger for greatness. I guess I really wanna make my life count for something. Cheers!

back at home

Bad news. I experienced a really bad muscle pain during training like prolly more than a week ago. Seeing the MO did not help at all(can someone stand up and please do something politically right about this in Tekong?). Went to the chinese doc and discovered that I tore my right hamstring, a few fibres here and there. And he said I have to rest for a week or so. Will they accept an MC from a chinese physician? Field camp is coming up, and I rather not have this kind of thing and you know, just chiong. OR, at least break my leg completely and let me rest LAH. Man I hate this kind of situations, neither here nor there =(

They say my company is known as the shiongest in BMT school 1 because of the field camp. Well seriously, people can talk and talk, but I chuckle deep down and thought to my self; how tough is it really? How do people measure tough?

How do I measure tough? Hamstring problem is really a bitch, but I endured, and was even surprised that I had it torn all along without knowing. It’s tough, but nevertheless nothing much to whine about. I hear people whine about aches and stuff and so on everyday, kena tekaned, weather so hot, the sergeant this the sergeant that, wah still have to go for training, why they make us do things like that etc, and they call it tough. You know what I think? I think if I can keep quiet about my muscle problem and endure, then I seriously think; the field camp that people are talking about should be no problem! HAH.

Well I may be wrong. Who knows.

Hmmm, it’s a mixed emotion of anticipation and anxiousness as the days go by. I really wanna see and experience for myself how the field camp is like. I wonder, will I still be smiling and laughing when I’m back, or will I be nodding my head in agreement. Haha.

NS

Well behold, life is still good! I get free physical training, free food (& they’re actually damn good), watch nice sceneries and gaze at aircrafts flying past everyday, played in playgrounds and with some toys, got to know some really good friends and nice mates, and not to mention not needing to painstakingly apply wax on my hair everyday, and just let the wind blow on our sweaty heads. SHIOK. What’s there to complain about I wonder?  

Yeah yeah, the gruelling and demanding training, and the crazy tekaning and berating. Nevertheless I stand by what I say “life is still good”. The saying goes “you bleed just to know you’re alive”. Life is not lived to its fullest measure if there’s no kick, and if we don’t learn the art of endurance. In fact, the more I exercise nowadays, the more shiok I feel. As for the berating, well… I simply chose not to let it affect me. I simple chose not to. They’re all talking rubbish after all. Who gives a shit? 

Hmm shit. They say the shit is yet to come. I shall wait and see. Meanwhile I’ve decided, to enjoy life still and conquer all odds that comes my way. Life is still good!