we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
2:04 AM
Pain Planes II
i'm leaving on a jet plane
why, you ask. am i insane?
no no. i say, simple yet strained
eyes drooped, sleepy slow and faint
the beginning, do we remember?
young and tender, BMT peers
little did we have to cheer,
for freedom lost, and thats for sure
then came the time of P.O.P
last waves of hi and smiles that charge a fee
then the time came for you and me
to head different places, and so will be
rude snides, pig calling, times in sispec
days so pissed sergeants slapped me on the back
we chiong, its shiong, to a man and from a fag
the same old waikit, a little more black
now the time comes, three weeks long and plain
i'm leaving on a jet plane
why, you ask. am i insane?
and then i realise, veins rushed with a lovesick bane
i'll
miss
you
darling.
the voices in my head-
Monday, October 04, 2004
9:09 AM
Rogue Of Conscience
and so they say, my current course is all about the trip to ROC. clocking up runs to a hundred kilometres, excruciating ourselves on the standard obstacle course which isn't really standard, and worst of worsies, harrowing our joints at endless parades, it all amounts to flying off to ROC and having 3 weeks of unprecedented fun.
but i say, it would be one of the greatest tests i've faced. possibly greater than considering whether to skip Mdm Jennifer Tan's economics lecture, probably greater than thinking of skipping basketball training on Valentine's Day, and definitely greater than pondering over which coloured underwear to don for prom.
but what will come will come, and despite missing the many goodie good friends' birthdays on the merry month of october, i will trek the crystal river of taijiong with a blithe heart.
leaving on the midnight of this thursday, i must commend the SAF for making even the toughest training seem so cinderella-like
see you guys in a month, or so.
the voices in my head-
Saturday, October 02, 2004
6:29 PM
Costly Tales That Make No Cents
have you heard the story of a huge poof troll?
a huge poof troll, yes. a huge poof troll!
the story of a huge poof troll that begun,
and ended
on a magical carpet ride to the land of downunder
have you heard the story of the prince and his maiden?
the prince and his maiden, oh, and the prince and her majesty!
the story of the prince who loved his maiden,
and her majesty
yet wasn't very happy in the withering month of sept
have you heard the story of the queen and her realm?
the queen and her realm, yes. the queen and her realm!
the story of the queen, atop her realm,
mirth and hoopla
but pray tell she be still the girl we loved.
have you heard the story of the princess and her shadow?
the princess and her shadow, yes. the princess and her shadow!
the story of the princess, ever so mystic,
who lost her shadow
with two cupfuls of tears, a teaspoon of sugar and many pinches of green salt.
and alas,
the least tragic. the most humorous. and the terribly costly tale
have you heard the story of the step and i?
the step and i, yes. the step and i!
the story of the step, and i
mingled with a tinge
of pak and mingmao,
of mahjong and sex.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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