Nobody bothered.

He didn't sms them.

Neither did they sms him.

It takes 2 hands to clap ya know.

In this case, many many more hands to clap.

In this case, he just has to clap by himself.

Wa.

I have 328 entries (inculding this one) "under my belt now".

Whoever came up with a metaphor/analogy (or whatever you call it) lei? Isn't it rather lewd to have something like this? Then again, I wouldn't mind having 328 "under my belt"s. Kinda cool huh.. I would be a very happy man! Then again, the weight might pose some problems.

I think I know why I am so heavy le.

This entry's title was originally, "328th Entry".

I thought "Three Hundred Twenty Eighth Entry" was more impressive.

eh.

This weekend's kinda slightly longer for me. I booked out on Friday evening and got home on Friday night. Took about 2 hours to travel from one side of the island to the other. Not that I am complaining when somewhere else on the globe, travelling from side of the (gian-normous) island to the other often meant a long, looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong ride. (feels a little like Google huh.) It just feels wasted to be on that train for so long.

Come to think of it. I would have taken every public transport possible on Singapore to get back home (minus Cabs. I consider them private transport)! From my company line, I would WALK to the Ferry Terminal and take a FAST CRAFT (though there is nothing fast about the speed of the craft or the craft itself) across the sea to take a BUS to the MRT station and then get my butt onto a deserted-soon-to-be-filled-to-the-doors TRAIN to Choa Chu Kang MRT station where I would transfer to the LRT to some LRT station somewhere out there in Bukit Panjang.

Wa.

WALK, FAST CRAFT, BUS, MRT, LRT from camp.

LRT, MRT, BUS, FAST CRAFT, WALK to camp.

wa.

Then again, sometimes I take the Private Transport.

Good ole Cabs.

Wanna know why I label them as Private Transport?

Cause we all pay ALOT for them.

Think your own iPods, Expensive Cars, Flats, Designer goods.

Paid alot for them? Yes.

Calls them your own? Yes.

Cabs? At least S$2.40 for a trip less then 200 metres. Expensive? Yes.

Then isn't it Private?

And I doubt anyone would hail a cab for a trip less then 200 metres.

Would they?

I reckon the Uncle would turn around and stare at you.

Care Bear Stare!

bliiiiiiiiiing!!!

This is actually a rare entry for a long long time. Its been a while since I have last blabbered on the world wide web. Since I got enlisted that is. I am beginning to wonder (finally) or worry about what am I gonna do after NS. Its not very healthy to have some one of my age still serving the Nation. Not that I am not loyal to my country, but that I am gonna step into the society so much later then my peers! Some of my peers are already rather successful in the society!

Not that I am lusting after the success people can have in the society. I am more concern with the daily bread, in both sense. Daily Bread in spiritual sense and daily bread in every day hunger. And the fact that I am the eldest son in the family doesn't see me anywhere near being able to provide for my parents as yet.

But.

If I were to sign on, then maybe I would suddenly be able to provide for my family. And I reckon it would be a rather good thing to do.

Then again, I can't think of myself being in service for the next (at least) 5 years.

Can you imagine if my this blog goes on the same way (inert) for the next 5 years?

The horrors.

Back to reality.

It ain't because of the fact that I am not doing well, I just think that I would be better off somewhere out there with a bunch of bananas feeding some monkeys as a Zoo Keeper or a Teacher out there teaching the basis of society to knowledge hungry students.

Then again, I wouldn't mind a desk job. Though the prospects of being stuck at the desk for 8 to 5 everyday daunts me.

I used to hate desk jobs.

I think its with age, the older I get, the more stablity I want. The older we all get, the more stabilty we all want.

Would you agree?

Being able to support the family with a desk bound job, coming home after 5 to a warm meal and a (VERY HYPER) Jack Russell doesn't sound too bad after all. The weekends would be a full two day event with plenty of rest and family and friend time.

Compared to:

Coming home on the weekends after a week out there in the middle of nowhere to an empty meal table and a (still VERY HYPER) JR. Time on weekends would be spent resting from the onslaught in camp. Weekends would no longer be pural. It would be "Weekend", cause technically, I would be out for less then 24 hours for the weekends.

Then again.

I would never know all this is true or can be true if it hasn't happened yet.

But if either way were to happen. I think I would be still me.

I would be.

I hope.

I suppose a little change to the site would be nice.

Okay, maybe not just a little. Then again.

I am not making sense.

Need I say more?

Get ready to melt!!!