But its far cry from what its been made out to be. of the matches i watched, first match was a show of defensive haplessness (no exaggeration) and the second, a show of offensive haplessness.
But well.. its still the preliminary rounds and i can't care too much.
still all the world cup action can't take the attention away from NDP rehearsal. the penultimate one. (and i pray very hard that is true). there was perfect weather for parades - the Cat 1 thunderstorm arrived soon after us. and the sun indulged the clouds with all its extravagant glory, leaving us mere light. but alas, as a little one (ZhangQY) once said, perfection is imperfect so we can't hope for perfection. As perfect as the sky was for parade was as imperfect the ground was - soaked, and i wonder if highbury (the home of the gunners, where we had our previous parade rehearsals) or anfield would ever enjoy such pitch condition.
so everytime we go pom-pom; pom-pom; POM-POM-POM! and stamp(squish) our feets an inch into the sludge that we're marching in, the mud and water tends to splash up; sometimes up to 3 feet into the air. we might even expect parabola of mud-travel to pass over the head of a platoon mate (ZhangQY).
and if ur still scratching ur head over his logic of "perfection is imperfect", stop. u might eventually bleed to death.
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Yes, if u've noticed, this is already like the second last week at stagmont camp (and in the army). soon i'll be off 7 bus stops further from home, in the abyss of singapore that is the west. and so i realise that while i tend to call everyplace i "stay" at, be it Marine Parade (VJC), Ang Mo Kio (AndSS), or plainly S'goon (HoMe), i've nvr even bothered to wonder if The West would ever reach that intimate relationship in my heart - it'll nvr be "home". It must be the homeliness of the army. and yes, that was sarcasm.
i've already been picturing an emotional farewell to stagmont camp with a single-fingered salute pointed straight at the heart of the place.
to no individual in particular, no worries; its to the general concept of the army. seeing how much time i waste in army i keep thinking if perhap it would be better if they work us a tad harder and release us a lot earlier. that way we do the same amt of work in total; but we're released to serve our country academically and financially earlier. see my logic?
But since they don't want to let us serve our country in more productive ways, i'll just enjoy my stay - i've already diminished the army's fabled lack of privacy; bunk 1.4 stands proudly in the corner of bunk 1; away from the chinese serials and meaningless (foreign to me) banter. Its my less sociable self in that bunk 1.4, quietly reading my book [by the way, i finished frederick forsyth's ICON - super cool] or attempting to learn malayalam.
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Today's been more uneventful. Spent a good deal of today playing computer. till its scary.. but my brother's not at home, and its so quiet without him. even though with him its relatively quiet these days with him burying his head in his relentless mugging.
Okay i think its enough. let me just go and enjoy today - statistics hv shown that i've been a lot more happy than average over the past 10 months; smthg i do wish to continue. duh, everybody longs to be happy. except those self-sadistic pple out there who jus find that being miserable is fun. yes, i'm quite sure they exist; perhaps i was once like that. hahaha..
And also, as of 7jun, i'm abt a quarter way thru NS. more than a quarter in fact. soon. 513 to go...
Out.
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