clean hands or dirty hands,
(courtesy of swee lee's Paiste cymbal cleaning solution)

brown eyes or blue,
(yours are beautiful)

straight hair or curly hair,
(it doesn't matter whether you comb it or otherwise, it's lovely)

Jesus loves you.
(** ** *)

technically, if i were speaking to a queen's father, who would i be speaking to?

well, would you be my queen elizabeth? =)

to the land of the thai i must go, for a time with family that's much deserved. but once again i'm reminded of the fact that i am human, because i face the disappointment of being unable to be in two places at one time. yes i am going up north, but i wished i were going east.

i'll be back soon, and i hope to wrap up this year really nicely. maybe 2 more sunrises, 3 more strolls from college, 4 more conversations that last till early morning, and many more days of faith, hope and love to come. what say you? =)

a life story is made up of many smaller and shorter stories within it, thus like the fullstop at the end of this sentence, move on i must upon finality of the last chapter.

and the air crackled with joyous anticipation...

people crack jokes,
mom did every now and then.
life did so too,
and it went on too.
i kracked,
and life will go on.

for those of you who're feeling it, and thinking it's weird, i'm sorry. i just need this time to myself.
i need to breathe, i need to think, and i need to be alone. thanks.

and the tale will begin at 1741.
the advance call,
the first appearance,
the salutations, followed by the inspection,
the march past,
the blessings,
the presentations and address,
the pledge taking,
the declaration,
handing over of colours,
and the march off.
after which we come back on for the affixing of epaulettes,
then the toss of head dress.

for those who are wondering why i didn't blog for so long, it was cause i was confined for two weeks. yeah and i can't blog from camp, although i have internet. haha.

oh well, it's been rehearsals everyday, along with some activities that we do as a cohort. 370 people doing things together, indeed cumbersome.

thankful for all the ACPC rehearsals that the army wings had, because MIDS and AIR were excused since we're from a different service. gave us little breathers here and there.

it's down to the last 5 days of rehearsals, and then the actual thing on sat. that's all folks huh. 9 months, or rather 38 weeks, and it doesn't end here. in fact it's the start of more to come.

true indeed, and i ain't sure i'm ready for it. i've been drilled for the past year to be a trainee, a cadet, a low life correction no life midshipmen. so yeah, suddenly with the commissioning i'm expected to behave and act the way my instructors for the past 40 weeks or so have been showing us. i ain't exactly enthusiastic to do so, since most of their walks ain't exactly what they walk about.


well, it's the last book in.
early dinner,
rest,
and it's probably the last time i'm going to have to don the white long sleeve shirt and black pants to move in and outta camp. so well =)

i'm having mood swings, so leave me alone..