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Sunday, February 25

t.o.w. i dug myself a hole and filled it up

WHOA.

The past 2 weeks have been haunting. I kinda dug myself into a bit of mess but I'm glad thats over and done with now. I've been thinking and now I know that all this while I've just been an ass to the people around who support me and want me to do well and to myself. I think I let down the Kenneth that climbed the mountains in Korea in the bitter cold and I think I'd be ashamed to face the Kenneth that organised the YEP throughout all that personal shit. I need to finish what I set out to do and I need to finish it properly. For the people around me who love me and care for me and who wholeheartedly want to see me through this while being there for me to be proud of me. I need to do this for them and I need to this for myself. And above all, I need to do this for the lovely woman I call mum, for she has been my rock all these while and she deserves better.

I've been grappling a bit about what kind of life I have now. It's so different not waking up to go to school or being around academia and having so little freedom and personal time. And for a long while I guess I was just in a rut trying to figure out how to cope with that. But now I know there isnt time for that. This is the life I have now. And I guess it comes with good and bad but theres no changing it. And I guess accepting it is the only way to cope with it. Hiding behind a TAG no less isnt going to make things go back the way things were. So this is it. And that's all it is.

So I have a little more than 2 weeks left now. And I can tell you the way I feel about this entire experience is so different from the way I felt just 2 weeks ago. I want to finish what I started properly.

I want to fill up my hole till theres a little hump and step on the dirt and force my flagpole in to say I conquered this.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 3:33 PM

Saturday, February 17

t.o.w. iheartny

I'm wearing my Iheartny shirt now. Very happy albeit being sick and handicapped in terms of chinese new year goodie consumption. I am happy because for the first time I have a very long book out. Hence, despite the fact that mucus and phlegm are oozing out from every possible orifice I possess, I am still considerably in a happy mood.

The last week in NS was the most insipid yet tiring week. It's weird and the fighting fit people are never going to comprehend this but the more you sit around doing nothing in NS, the more tired you feel. This, many other status people can account for. Yep, all 30 of us. Anyway, I am still fervently waiting for my MP talk but as my BMT experience draws closer to its end, I am now weary that it may never come. RWAR.

I really hate the concept of NS. I know its compulsory and all that crap, but really, its a stupid idea. Haha.

Hence, in order to proclaim my strong discontent towards our nation's defence system, I am proudly wearing my IheartNY shirt, hopefully with triumphance in achieving my American Dream. One day, just one day, I might call myself a native new yorker and on that day I will mock NS. Mock, I say. MOCK, I SHOUT.

From all the discontent through deprevation of freedom, liberation and life, rises the heart that loves the big apple.

RWAR. Take that Singapura Singa.

Anyway, happy chinese new year to everyone. =)
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 7:37 PM

Saturday, February 3

t.o.w. the 6 days

Six freaking dirty muddy sweaty tiring days.

I am not an army person.

I need airconditioned comfort, cold drinks and good food 24/7.

If anything, my compulsion to slack my army life off has just been compounded. I now need to find ways to make it work.

The army is a bunch of hypocritical crap. They say that as commanders they are there to take charge of the lives and welfare of their charges but I say thats crap because down the regimented lines and charts, that doesnt really happen much, does it.

Anyway. I WANT OUT.

RWAR.

But I do love my section mates. Most of them at least. All a very fun bunch. =) They make it so much more bearable. RENT songs help loads too. I can't imagined how many times I've sang La Vie Boheme in my head.

Looking forward to tennis tonight. Woohew!
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:18 AM