I don't think time's spent measured in hours, minutes nor seconds. Less than one and a half hours, yet the time spent meant so much more.

How's it that time flies when you're having fun? Maybe the utter yearning for progress during these meetings are akin to a beating a horse, making it go faster. Not for long, u've realised everything's passed. Back in time? Only if u're a cast in Heroes! Well, for us normal beings, reminising the past brings us back to the times well spent.

I too enjoy being with EZOAC so very much! Yesterday was totally unexpected! The calendar turned our gorgeous and definitely worth laminating! And the notes/wellwishes are to be kept in the heart as well as in mind! YES!

Time's relative, not to any space continuum, but to what u've spent it on.
Still.. I hope for more.

How i wish we could all travel the world together!
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And back to singapore, waiting for NS's quite a pain, partly because sometimes i do not wish to think so much. Getting ordered around and doing things only our officers demand of us seems like quite a carefree life indeed! carefree not in the physical shackles we have bound ourselves to in Tekong, but carefree in thoughts at least, thoughts that run less wildly when all we have to do is listen to orders.
pragmatically speaking, those that hope NS life can soon be over should think again!

1. NS offers us free meals each day, and ensures that our diet's rather balanced! So no unhealthy munching on of tidbits and snacks like couch potatoes!
2. The daily rigour of training helps build strong bones and muscles! Who needs cheesdale
3. We get to make new friends and forge friendships! Only through torture and turmulous times can real relationships grow
4. we get PAID for all these!!!
5. AND keeping us in camp helps the habit of saving to kick in! I don't think 8 days of freedom is enough time to spend all the allowances we get. at least i wont

again... heck with those pragmatic plus points! Personally, NS is probably the only time when i can become more mature i guess. Taking a break from all that studying (12 years since primary education and counting!) may make us understand what our characters are more clearly. Hope that after I shed that green uniform i'm more ready to accept challenges ahead, and build up relationships more strong. I think right now abit of breathing space, and longing, is all i need to live on. Breathing space, in Tekong at least.

Acknowledgements to Shiu for the pic!

My days have been kept busy! Like butterflies, the day spent with OAC a day ago was... utterly carefree. It was cool reminiscing what we all did at sentosa a year ago, and now we're back here to enjoy it all again, now with new found freedom too!

Still, busy playing 24/7 isn't my entire idea of a good post-a's lifestyle. It just ain't what i'll keep doing over and over again. If i'm kept busy, its also because i do hope for special things to come!

Flashes of 10

They say things come at moments you least expect.. just like how I saw a black Mazda 3 while having only the sole intention of crossing the road. Oh well... it was sleek i should say.

And yes... moments we least expect, or moments we didnt take notice. They're worth remembering, and piecing together when our time on Earth is done, if only we could just meet five people in heaven.

If the lines above were incoherent, it's only because I can't think clearly, as of now!
So in the most simplified terms, about my experience:

The fact - I spent almost 30 minutes, armed with a digital camera trying to take a shot of lightning.

The outcome - To no avail

The interpretation - They say lightning comes in flashes of 10. TEN! It actually sounds alot when replaying the scenario of lightning flashing 10 times in your head. Yet again, we know for a fact that what we view isn't 10 flashes, but only a pathetic ONE. If these ten flashes were akin to ten different crossroads we ventured before with the same person, I guess that would mean we only viewed one. So you see... we forgot nine.

Numbers aside, it may mean that we have existed in this mood of peaceful oblivion, where things happening right around you, we don't notice, even if it jumps right in front of you multiple times.
Again, it may mean that what we remember about life may well be the significant things that happen, not the minor, not the insignificant, not the boring. Significance is again a dangerous word. I know I've regarded minor things in the past now as of major significance. The same may be applied to so many other activities we've involved in over the years. Putting things into one perspective, there may come a time when I would regret not having spent more time decked in my orange shirt, with people of the same fashion sense, same interests, and same spirit. As of now, i have reason to believe we all have reason to change out of these shirts, put on new ones, new ones which signify only of new bonds that have come. One day, when I do open up my wardrobe, I hope that the very trusty orange shirt would still be available for me to wear. And on the same day, I do hope everyone would do the same.

On the day I do manage to see ten flashes in a single lighthing, that would be that day I have truly cherished all... no regrets, no misses and mistakes. Probably that'd be the day of death. But its always better to have seen than never!

Where the road takes you.

Lets talk about fate. Once transient thoughts, it just had to persist in the mind this very instant. If determinism has its way, my future's already so well pre-ordained I no longer have to worry about it anymore. Working hard's part of the equation, since what you reap is what you sow. Minus the environmental factors that influence one's life (and the unforseen circumstances that's bound to crop up during exams), I can pretty much expect the outcomes, outcomes not just for my exams, but other things as well.

If the way we play out our lives were akin to roads that diverge, and converge, then there must have been too numerous the number of crossroads to count. After all... Its kind of interesting to think that IF we were to choose left not right, to choose a path unexplored not well-trodden, how drastically different environments we would find ourselves in. The scenery we see along the way, the people that share the same roads at that very instance in your life, everything would turn out just:

Different.

IF we were that able to choose, then goodbye to determinism! Yet no it ain't that way after all. I didn't take notice, and sides, everyone would most certainly be caught up in their own worlds at points in their life, oblivious to the others journeying past the same crossroads. In short, enviroment matters so much, and we don't actually take notice until events pop right in front of you. Thats how distracted we all are, thats regrets. Well! haha no time to comtemplate what deterministic outcomes there would be if we were to choose (wearing shoes or slippers) (sleeping or mugging) (thinking or not thinking).

If we just can't get our way in life, then enjoy the scenery while you're at it! Let our feet shuffle along, let our minds wonder (& wander), let our senses take in the sights and sounds. & meanwhile we can always hope!

Paper planes - In the hands of a child (in this case the children of the sea gypsy village), they were the tools that broke the ice! Versatile these game tools are, once they lift off from your hands, they can soar, cut through air, poke, glide, dive, into the water - soaked -, crushed, gone. Paper they are, planes they once were. I've launched my plane, now let me see where it flies.

Mrs Foo mentioned this. Said we should continue leading normal lives (ie read newspaper, exercise etc.) despite the once-in-a-lifetime experience coming right up. Well, my response to her would be that my life has always been what it is --- (almost) focussed.