so ppl say i have changed... i switchoff when i talk to friends... i start to talk out of pt... most things i say no one knows wat i am talking about... wat can i do bout it man.

well things change...everything change... so i won't be bothered bout it cos i am moving on. sorry to all the friends who i may have bored or in a way stressed out in the process... sorry if u miss the old steven who will nv be back. i am juz more serious now and don't really appreciate some stuff i used to like in the past.

u may say that army change the life of most...think its more of all.ppl who are not in the saf will not understand wat we go thru in thr.

so gals say army guys are jerks and become shallower. a sweeping statement is it not.
i kind of agree with my good friend justin that life sometimes its like survival of the fittest, even more drama than movies some guys will rather spend on guys who they know will help them later in their life rather than splurge on gals who they are not serious about.

Amongst Eric's papers returned to Mary was a crayon portrait of her drawn by Eric on 27th January 1943 at Palembang. On the back was written the following poem:


Many Moons have shone their spells of silvery grace
Upon our troubled world - this pitiable place
And with that gentle glow so peacefully tranquil
Have cloaked in Lordly Manner men asleep and those that fight on still
Away from thee, by half the earth's great span of land and sea
Away from thee, our only link now that of dearest memory
But as the days are born so surely too they die
And ever nearer steals the dawn bliss for you and I
So while we wait fulfilment of our cherished dreams
We keep on smiling through till Fate doth shift the scenes
And muster courage till the warring nations cease
for only He can tell when on our soil again
Shall come to PEACE.

k today is sat... one more day of enjoyment and i will be back in camp. this break is def. the best one i had in my life ever. crazy simply.



esp the first few days of the week whr by i styaed outside till like wee hrs in the morning feel great the next morning though-the feeling that u have made used of all the time possible.

i kind of realise i luvvv night activities... slping in the morning coming out at noon coming home for rest and at 11pm i'm out again coming back round 6+am... slp till 12 and the cycle goes on again. k i nv done it b4 during jc maybe cos of training and stuff... can't expect an athlete to stay up all night... he need rest man.

i also realise sth though... i am getting short tempered. i can't stand ppl who are indecisive... ppl who think over nonsensensical stuff.sorry to those friends i have insulted in the process.. this is the new me who i wish to keep.

it juz feels good when u have control over your own life... decide wat u want without anything holding u back. life is juz so beautiful

k went to the gym today. saw stara... wah she look so diff now man.look so punk and stuff.. like her new look. hahhaa. k she told me she is now working at a pub at boat quay area. and as usual... those pervs in the gym tried to get close to her. some things nv change

went parkway with the idea to get my posting printed out. met mr sim at vtc hahaha well like the way he look now... he is now more cheerful and stuff.
went to play pool with hensel... hahhaa k apparently he has some prob with rs. another of those rough times... well yeah i agree man it suck when the flame goes out... and thr is nth to talk about. spending on one anotyher meeting up juz for the sake of meeting is juz burden man.

well to me a lot things in life like rs... work is like a sparkle. its beautiful at first sight... but soon after admiring its beauty for a while, the sparkle goes out and wat is left is an ordinary wooden stick which u juz wanna throw away.
its hard to maintain the beauty -the irony of life.

well hensel left a qoute which sounds dumb at first.. but it fucking make sense

life is like a game of bridge. if u have a good hand... u no need a partner