I'm flying off tonight. To everyone, good bye. To you, goodbye Princess, I'll see you again. Maybe when I'm back, I shall tell you how much you look like Anne Hathaway. You're gorgeous, sophisticated and beautiful. There are very few girls who possess the qualities that you have.     I'll sure miss seeing you. Farewell for now. Savant at 7/25/2004 03:32:00 pm ; (0) comments Booked out late on Saturday, but I still managed to catch up with some old friends. Met up with Casey, Gabriel, Chiyu and Paul. Had a really late dinner at Crystal Jade at Takashimaya. Janice arrived shortly. Haven't seen her in a while, although she's been back for some time already. Heard she's flying off on Monday, Janice if you are reading this, have a safe and enjoyable trip! I feel as though as I'm slipping into depression. Been feeling depressed for quite a while now. Depression runs in my family, its in my blood. Sadly it also took away the lives of two of my extended family members. I can't remember the last time I could actually just sit around feeling happy without a care in the world. Perhaps this is something that everyone goes through as they grow older. You start thinking about your future, whether you'll be able to secure a job. Whether you want to get married, when, or where, or why. I feel depression around me. Everytime I sit in a bus, I see depression in some people. That downcast look. Taxi drivers too, you can feel it especially when they do night shifts and when they don't turn on their radios. They are tired. Everyone is tired. Tired of trying to live. We work so hard to live, but by doing so we turn haggard, lose touch with our friends, lose touch with the world. Your world suddenly becomes an office cubicle, or the inside of a car, or, the four walls of your house. On a brighter note, I'll be flying off to Taiwan next Sunday night (Monday morning). Don't think I'll have time to update when I book out next week. Will be in Taiwan for 3 weeks, until the 16th of August. Think it'll be a good time to just forget about everything in Singapore. Every single person. Every single, goddamned irritating thing. Sometimes life is just like a route march. You start off fresh, smiling and joking with your friends, singing songs. Soon the weight of your pack slows you down, tires you out. You start sleep walking. You stare not in front but at the feet of the person in front of you. Like a hunchback you walk, your mind switches off. You forget where you are, you forget why you are there. Maybe it would be better if we all just had no mouths and ears, and our feet are rooted to the ground and our skin contained chlrophyll. The world would be so much more peaceful. Savant at 7/18/2004 01:20:00 pm ; (0) comments When I was a young boy, I was fascinated by the high tech toys of the American Armed Forces. The American airpower especially, was the thing that got me really excited. I could remember the names and makes of planes, their type of armaments, their take off weight, engine thrust and even their make of ejector seats. Time passed, I soon learnt about the toys the Singapore Armed forces had too. It was good knowing that Singapore had the weapons and capabilities that could really protect us in times of war. I've always believed Singapore was a really capable army, despite its citizens thinking otherwise. After a while, I entered NS. I got a shock. Most of the things that I knew and revered about the army was wrong. There were so many slackers, hardly any professionalism. There's a great big difference between serving your country and just doing your job in the military. I was afraid of what would happen if war broke out. I started doubting our army's capabilities and hating authorative figures. But, like all bad things, there will somehow be something good and nice that evens things out. During live firing in FIBUA, I had a chat with an NCO that had gone through Commandos, Sniper school (master instructor), Airborne (Master jumper in Singapore and the American Rangers), US Army Ranger, Singapore Ranger, Naval Diver courses. Most importantly of all, he was SOF (special operations force). He told me not to compare NSF with the armies of other countries because there would be no comparison. We are just doing something that we have no control over. The right thing to do, he said, would be to compare our Regulars instead. There are so many regulars in the army who have gone through grueling courses held overseas. We really do have professionally trained people within our midst. He told me there wasn't a thing as who's better or more capable. As long as a mission is given to you and you get it done, you are good. It doesn't matter if you are Navy SEALS or Singapore Commandos. All these and much more was told to me, as he sat down on his field chair and smoked his pipe. Singaporeans, sleep well. You are in really good hands. Savant at 7/11/2004 10:52:00 am ; (0) comments Heartlanders. Noisy children. Unruly behavior. Wearing shades when its dark. Jeans big enough for a parachute. Guys with steel chains hanging from their pants. Too much make up. Wrong make up. Singapore heartlanders. Unique. Sometimes smelly and dirty, but otherwise unique. Heartlanders bring kids into theatres when they know they won't understand shit. So what if its a comic book movie? Kids that young will not understand. If kids knew and understood the movie, they would be old enough to keep quiet. Be a good parent and a good citizen, buy your half-year old kid a spiderman toy or something. Your child will love you more, and its money worth spending. Free up the space. We need more space. More space in the trains and buses. People! Please move to the Rear! Thank You! Oh wait, you guys don't understand English. You just stand around the doorways, playing with your Samsung flip-phones. Not forgetting the "cool" techno ringtones you have in your phones. Heartlanders. I'm a heartlander. God, how I hate heartlanders. Savant at 7/04/2004 05:40:00 pm ; (0) comments
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