A decade ago..

I remembered my dad calling me to watch the news on TV, it was about planes crashing into the World Trade Center. I didn’t understand the gravity of the situation at that time.

The next day, it was all over the front page of the papers. I read through it, lapping everything up . In awe of how much lives were lost when the towers collapsed. I treated it like any other accident, not knowing how much of an impact this incident had. America was a superpower, no attacks America with such audacity, not since Pearl Harbor. I was 12 then.

Now a decade on, this incident has been the catalyst for changes, tightened security, airport screenings, air marshals, the invasion of iraq, the fall of saddam, and most recently, the death of Osama.

Looking back at the images of this incident a decade on scares me, maybe its because I fully grasp the gravity of the situation now and that I feel what the people on the streets would’ve felt at that time, the fear, the panic such an unprecedented attack would have caused them.

With that being said, I would like to take the time out and mourn for those whose lives were lost in the senseless attack.

PS: An eye for an eye would make the world go blind.

Limits.

Everyone has their limits, their breaking point.

A nice guy might be able to tolerate more, but at the end of the day, they will still have their limits.

I can tolerate a lot of things, but I also have a limit. Don’t cross the line, or try to push it.

Things can turn really nasty.

Don’t.

Do it for the recognition nor the fame.

Do it cause you really want to. Doing it for the fame and recognition just perverses the whole point of doing it in the first place. If it needs to be done, just do it, quietly and without all the fanfare.

Be comforted by the fact that you contributed and that what you’ve done, no matter how small would’ve contributed to the big picture one way or another.

Everything else is a bonus.

surreal.

the past few days had been a blur of drinking sprees and late night outs, its my last day in SG before I fly off for a month and it just feels so surreal, after the high of yesterday, today feels like a frickin’ bore.

Reality hasn’t hit me yet, I reckon it’ll hit me the moment I’m on the plane listening to my music, but nonetheless, I believe I’ll have fun there. I mean who wouldn’t? With the company I’m going up with, anything is possible.

We’re all in this together heh.

teeminus.

6 days! I’m excited but I dread the packing -.-

when we were kids,

our world revolved around school, homework and exams. We had fun, everyone was innocent, no malicious intents, no ulterior motives.

when we got older, responsibilities kicked in, and it wasn’t so simple anymore, we had to start thinking about the future, we had to start planning our finances, people weren’t that simple anymore, intents and motives started kicking in, and it wasn’t so pure and innocent. We started to, not have fun anymore.

where did all those fun times go to?

how I wish I was a kid again.

I don’t know anymore

“What it’s for
I’m not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
‘Cause i been caught in between all you wish for and all you need
Maybe you’re not even sure what it’s for
Any more than me
May God’s love be with you
Always
May God’s love be with you
Always”

Always.

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Every once in a little while.

“You sit there in your heartache,
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness, watch it now, here he comes.
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus,
But he talks like a gentleman,
Like you imagined
When you were young.”

When you were young indeed.

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tee minus.

87 days to what we’ve all been waiting for.

I’m so psyched uppppppp.

Heh.

Heh, these is gonna be one helluva month. Ex. Planning with ippt and atp, then there’s Wallaby stuff to inspect and pack. There are still duties on top of that.

Crazy shit man, crazy shit. I hope I’ll get enough days to rest after all these nonsense.

Past 2 months have been a dream to me, but sadly, reality is a cruel thing and when it hits, it hits hard. She’s leaving on wed, and truthfully it hurts. Hurts even more that I can’t send her off as I’ll be in the jungle :/, army can be such a bitch sometimes.

Such is life eh, at least I’ll be see-ing her again in 4.5mths again. Till then, I can only wish her all the best and just be there for her whenever.