out with the old, in with the new. as the date draws nearer, i find myself staying in more and more and similarly, having more work to do. it's as if they don't want to let me go without a fight - i've even had to go back to camp while i'm on leave. terrible. but well, i think i will miss the place. there've been some fun times, and i've forged pretty close bonds with my fellow PCs.

my understudy has finally arrived, and what with small coincidences in life, he happens to be a canoeist as well, from njc. he recognised me when he saw me. why? because he rowed next to me in nationals, and it was because of his silly backwash that i veered so badly off course. mutter. shall make him suffer. seriously though, he seems a pleasant sort, and eager enough to learn.

anyhow, next week will be my last one in the army, before i finally go on leave for the next two weeks after that, and i expect it to be quite a finale, seeing as how it's the recruits' field camp in tekong. 5 1/2 days, so i'll be back on saturday. till then, enjoy yourselves. 
i walked home alone with you. 11:14 pm

  time. i suddenly realise that i have less than a month left to ord. that's really quite an interesting thought. 
i walked home alone with you. 11:52 pm

  a friend? When you're down and troubled
And you need a helping hand
And nothing, whoa nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest nights.
You just call out my name,
And you know where ever I am
I'll come running, oh yeah baby
To see you again.

Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.

Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?

the immortal words of james taylor. i wish i could say these words again and i wish they'd mean something. but they don't, so all they are are pretty words set to a nice tune. it could be linkin fucking park for all it mattered. 
i walked home alone with you. 12:01 am

  to cynical love. sitting in the car by the roadside, clare, barn and i, listening to old love songs on our ipods with the windows rolled down, inciting weird stares from passersby at the strange trio who looked somewhat too young to be singing along to "have i told you lately", "strangers in the night", "the look of love", as well as the other many many insipid, sleepy love songs there are in this world, and in our three ipods. we took turns to pick a song, good ones were applauded and toasted with a long sip from the bottle of red wine, while poor ones were tolerated for the simple promise that their words might bring to us. i always toasted to love, in whatever form it may come in, but towards the end of that night, a few bottles of red wine later, i found myself lifting the bottle to a new phrase. to cynical love: we all agreed it was a good toast, and we drank to its poignancy many times before we were done. 
i walked home alone with you. 11:04 am

  why do you sing hallelujah if it means nothing to you. the knowledge of events like these often beg the question of whether having not known and remained in (blissful?) ignorance, or having found out and agonising over said events for long periods of time would have been the better. the obvious answer (to me at least) would be the first option, but that's what hindsight does for us doesn't it? always shows us that the other option would have been the better. but then again i realise that such events really shouldn't matter to me anymore, and said knowledge of such events should at most incite a cynical little chuckle, and the death of a few more of those little heart cells that seem in such short supply nowadays, nothing more than i've been used to.

of course then there's that other thing, which though merely unpleasant at first would now be rendered wholly annoying, considering the obtained said knowledge. singapore is, truly, too damn small. coincidences like these should really not happen except in movies, and even though i lamented once on the boredom of my life, this is really not the injection of excitement that i was thinking of. wholly bloody annoying indeed.
 
i walked home alone with you. 2:27 pm

  oh bloody hell. ok this is seriously going to start messing up my life again. damn it.
 
i walked home alone with you. 9:25 pm

  the lost boys. finding neverland is really a very good show.
 
i walked home alone with you. 4:07 am