Happy Easter.

Back in my kindergarten days at St. Joseph's, we were given baskets of Easter Chocolate Eggs with small hot cross buns for us to relish in every Easter. Then, we were kids not older than 6. Treats like these were the best part since my parents were so strict on candies. It didnt hit home to us that Easter Sunday was the resurrection of Jesus.

It didnt matter to me anyway. I was schooled in Catholic mission schools all my life and I'm still a Buddhist, albeit not a devout one. It didnt matter much to me anyhow now, since preceding Easter, its Good Friday which somehow grants me an extra public holiday. So on this day, when Jesus was crucified many many years ago, when he shed his blood, carrying the heavy wooden cross to the site of execution, I slept through half of the day.

Good Fridays always relinquish good memories from my kindergarten days. Like the carefree and innocent times then, apart from the chocolate eggs and hot cross buns, there were times that you can't forget even though 15 years have passed. I wonder where all my friends have went. I always remember this hauntingly compatible duo who would be incharge of the school bus that brought me home. There was this super big field right infront of our class and in it were different playgrounds. I love the climbing one. It was really high to me then. Now i could even touch the top without climbing.

Things are different at my kindergarten now. Flanked by AES and CHIJ Bukit Timah, the once serene and tranquil air doesnt really exist anymore. The huge church tower still stands, but the school complex seems different. I remembered once at the back of the school, there was this ulu track that followed the statues which depicted how Jesus was crucified on Good Friday. Then, to me the statues were larger than life. Now the ulu track is replaced by the huge ass and polluted Bukit Timah Road and the statues seems to disappear along with time even though physically they are still there.

The world seems to be a much more quiet place then till cars and roads starts to pile up. Thats is why I always say old is better than new. I love oldies, i love film cameras, i love black and white films, I love the retro fashion.

But I will nvr swear off technology.

On a really different tangent, technology is something we can't say we loathe about even though at times it contradicts its purpose. For now, especially in my course, I would die for a computer. It does wonders which a human hand could not possibly have done for hours. Fortunately, they are teaching us to draw overlays on maps using computers which would make my life way much easier. More time and attention could then be given to the planning of intelligence during war.

Alright mann, im damn tired. Long week this week. Bye.

I was mesmerized.

I managed to catch Olivia Ong and Kathleen Harris on friday night. They are performing for the Mosaic Festival and best of all its free! I hate the crowd though, I cldnt take a proper photo of Olivia Ong because I cldnt get a good vantage point. And my camera skills sucks mann. Most of my photos turned out to be blurry. =(

Btw, Olivia Ong looked damn pretty in real life sia.





































































At the end of Olivia's show, everyone was shouting for her to perform one more song. She performed Fly me to the moon much to the pleasure of the audience.

Life of a patty in a burger.

Life is akin to a patty stuck between 2 slices of bread in a burger. Thats if you belong to the middle management in a hierarchy system. The taste of the burger depends on the patty. The slices of bread could be topped with savouring bits of sesame seeds and baked with a golden brown but if the patty doesnt taste as good as it seems, the burger wont taste as good as a whole.

Ive learnt that leadership and responsibility comes with increasing status of your chevrons. People look at you as a commander and to gain respect you must have a high standard of responsibility and maturity. I find it seemingly difficult to command a section of people who are older and more knowledgeable than I am. Its a tough learning process, very different from things ive learnt during my NCC days. Unfortunately, things are much worse in the middle than the top. Its like a bottleneck. From the top down, you get screwed pretty badly because from the bottom up, we are supposed to lead by example. Its not something you can negotiate about because if something goes awry, you will be the first to be blamed.

To be honest, I was sort of feeling proud and losing self respect just so because I was going to become a 3sg. It was a pretty naive thought actually. During my NCC days as a platoon sgt, I would be a fucking sadistic bastard. thinking respect is earned through means like that. But after months of interacting with people under me in the army, I realised it takes more than being physically fit to be a leader. I think it goes down the same way outside military world. I think ive learnt more on improving myself from my men than during my trainee days in a command school. This learning process wasnt as smooth as you would think. I get scolded by my boss, judged by people and be infamous for the wrong reasons.

Hmm, finally I found some time to type all these. I told my boss im taking off on Monday to rest. I need it mann. I'm going to play my guitar because its collecting dust for weeks. Also, I realised that Rihanna is so fucking hot. Heh.

bye!