lol... finally got a chance to use the com again (right here in wdl library)... this week has been a busy one, packed with activities from morning all the way till night (time is running short for me that's y)... everyday went out and eat, eat and still eat lor (looks as though it is my only hobby)... went to lots of places to eat too, tried a lot of stuff that i never tried before, and also spend money like a river lor... no consideration for saving up (my this month pay all used up le) hmm... yesterdae met up with my sec sch pals, long time never meet them le, xia, lin and qin, though mild couldn't come too...haiz... had a great day there... first time i went to the esplanade too, wow... perfect place for ppl who enjoy wat they call "a haven for the arts and inspirations"... lol... but good times don't really last... very soon, my break will be over and i'll be back to the army at changi air base (damn far from my house lor)... see how everything goes ba... be back here next weekend to update my blog (if there is no such thing called confinement period lor) k i'll end here... see ya soon...

lol... here's a poem for all to enjoy... sort of explain my feelings yesterdae at the esplanade... done by my fav. teacher, mr koh. found in kutlama 2004.

Letters Night

laid pressed between pages of diary,

letters you wrote for me.

i touched your hand within these notes today,

not knowing just why. words

penned, speaking familiar conversations,

echoed in laughter and ease.

a call to believe

promises we once held,

with open hands.

i didn't forget the times we spent;

tea-breaks in canteen, simple instrumentals on cds

making breakfast with campbells and cheese,

talking till 3 in the morning.

reaching out,

grasping on bits of future uncertain;edges

of inspiration we sketched on skies

drifting, pencilled in wind-

starred sihouette trees. we once wished

like children

one october night.

i remember

how little beginnings come framed

in sunshine and moonlight-

they flicker on like quasars

in the late evening sky.

now,

your letter writes and empty silence

for i only hear my voice;

seeking places, sheltered

from what i held inside.

you cared enough to let me know-

in the end, that was all i sought,

after having held only fragments

of your memory

in my hands...

having remembered our beginnings

and these waking moments of our end,

ruth came hidden in my honesty

there's so much i still try

to carry through.

i guess you never knew,

even while i loved you.