And it's so much lighter than the laptop that I used to carry around in JC. Couldn't even feel its weight when I carried it in my bag. But not expecting to use it full-time or to the max. Just mostly for leisure and carry out normal stuff like checking emails, surfing, playing games, webcam. Intend to get a larger one once that scholarship half price deal is settled and that one will be the one that I'll be using in my hostel whereas this is the one I'll be bringing around whereever I go...

From what I heard from my friends overseas, impossible to live w/o a laptop. Or more like... Impossible to live w/o 2... Hmm....

Ah well... As it is, I'm going to start on my quest to attain driving license from Monday onwards. Going to the Bukit Batok driving centre to check it out. See what I need to do to get it all done. Hopefully can get a license by the end of the year or beginning of next. And then use it for a while before I finally go overseas. Wow. This army thing is ending fast and the next phase of life is starting soon. So cannot wait!

As it is, there's only 120 more days to ORD!!!! :) ORD mood lo. Heck ATEC lahh.... :)

But it has left me quite shagged since. Perhaps I can rest while in camp. Hah. And my poor Siti is staying at home 'cause she's feeling sick. Haiz... Unfortunate that I couldn't see her of all people... :(

Ok. I'm very tired. And I gotta go back camp tomorrow morning. Bleh... Back to work.

But the rest of the day was great. Snow City. Lau Pa Sat. Yuppp... A day with the family and Siti. Nice :)

Drunk. Emotional. In a rage.

Blood. Split lips.

Tears.

Shouts. More shouts. Threat of the same fate.

"I like you because you're an intellect"

The rest turns up.

Even more shouts. Almost a fight.

Despair. More tears.

What a night it had been. And what a load of more work for a load of other people after that. Oh well... What's done is done. Cannot be reversed. If punishments are needed, then they will be dealt, in the interest of fairness and justice. A punch given cannot be returned. Responsibility for one's action must always be there, even for the drunk.

On another note, there was a hockey gathering for about 15-20 of us at CCAB this evening. Played a very relaxed brand of hockey. Not the kind with people running and running and running nonstop or the ones with lots of pressure. In fact, there was a lot of walking, even with the ball. What to do? A result of lack of proper training and a get-together and playing for the fun of it. But for me, I still made a few rather plays, haven't lost much of the close control skills and perhaps because everybody was not as topform as they used to be, it got much easier to get between loopholes and use skill over brute force. Scored 4 goals although I have to say that there was no keeper around and nobody wanted to waste energy chasing a lost cause, so those 4 really was more proper aiming than anything else. But I got to say there was this one brilliant piece of defensive work by me and Louis to prevent Shaun P and Karen from scoring. Very nice, with those last-ditch tackles and even saving an air-ball courtesy of yours truly.

Moments like this provide the kind of sporting exhilaration that I so badly miss. I sorely miss the times where I can make runs up and down the pitch a couple of times, have enough energy to last a game, and just basically be as fit as before. I know many people say that I'm in the army and should be fit and what-not. But seriously, the kind of 'fitness' that we train in the army is very different and not the kind of physical workout that we aim towards this thing called match fitness. Perhaps I can get back into shape after this entire army thing is over, when my time is all my time and not the SAF's. :D Another 138 more days to go.

Thereafter, had dinner at Adam Road Food Center after much persuasion with Karen. Sorry ah Karen.... :D Had sambal stingray and that famous Nasi Lemak. Very very good food, and not to mention oily. And lotsa talk with the people. Normal stuff. Life in army. Life after army. Life in uni. Just basically, life. Which made me think about the times back in NJ. Like after school go eat at Adam Road Food Center and eat the famous Nasi Lemak and drink sugarcane juice. Good food. Miss those good ol' days in the grey uniform, or should I say, grey firefighting suit. Hah.

Back to camp from tomorrow onwards. Oh well.....

I feel that I'm decently prepared. But I don't know. As in seriously. I haven't had lessons and consultations and full concentrations on just plain mugging in a damn long time. That's why I'm hoping the superbly long-term preparation more than make up for severe lack of intensity over the past month or so. I really hope it's all enough. I know I really want to get into Cambridge very badly and perhaps this is the only thing that can give me a stronger foothold for that second application there. Otherwise, I'm as good as not going there if my results really cannot make it. Haiz...

I've never felt this lack of confidence before an exam before. Usually I'll be it's-oh-so-manageable mood by this time. I'll already have proper studying timetables and perhaps doing crazy 8-10 hours of mugging a day. Haiz. I really really miss those times. Rather than having to go out in the field or just get sweaty for nothing. Bleh. I want to experience it all over again. And perhaps this entire episode has taught me another thing: Once one gets out of the mugging cycle, it needs a really great amount of time to get adjusted back in again. Arghh.... I just pray that I'll do well on Monday. Pray for me people!!!

SMILE HAIKAL. SMILE! :)

Gotta get back to studying. Lots of work to be left doing..... Rahh!!! Feels like A levels all over again. I'm so loving it!!! :)

Hahaha... Sounds like a sadist of some sort, loving to cause hurt to myself. Ah whatever. K enough is enough. Gotta go back to MUGGING... Woots. The life of a mugger. Council mugger. NOW? Army mugger? Haha... Whatever lah.. Love that name to bits and pieces. :) Heh.

And I talked quite a bit to each teacher. The norm. Wishing me luck in my future. Happy with the things that I've been awarded and I guess it's just the fact that they get to see something substantial for me being the fruits of their labour. It's one thing for me to work hard and see my own results bear fruits. I guess it's completely a different story when a teacher works hard and sees his/her students benefit from all the work and go on to accomplish something great. Imagine the influence a teacher has over so many students in so many years. Wow. The impact and perhaps, also the burden a teacher has.

And then I also joked that maybe next time I can be their colleagues. But they somehow took the statement very seriously and was more than ready to accept me. Started asking me when I ORD. And even promised me that a spot is always open for me to come back to CSS. It'll be nice. Perhaps something that I really want to do. I mean, if there's anywhere I have to choose to teach, it'll probably be my alma maters. NJC or CSS. Either will do. But I guess before I go to study, I'll try CSS first. Be nice to have people who I once addressed as teachers to be my colleagues. Like somehow the cycle of knowledge has come one full circle. Or something like that...

Ah well. That is a long long way from now. Meanwhile... 156 more days to ORD!!!!!!!

And its actually quite decent from where I was standing. Getting to see some day-to-day operations of certain areas, learning about the jobs of others just by pure observation. Abit interesting. But seriously, after a while, it gets really really mundane. And it can really kill brain cells. But what to do? For the nation! Hah...

That somehow felt very funny... Sheesh..