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Sunday, June 27, 2004
I was watching Wheel of Fortune somewhere middle of last week. There was this Latino contestant with (gasp) 19 other siblings. He was rotund and generally upbeat. What caught my eye was the necktie tracing the profile of his ample abdomen. Pretty cool popculture stuff. Pat apparently didn't breathe a mention of it, however.

Got 2 scenes down in the can for our little scholar-film-project yesterday. I was the cinematographer-scriptwriter-director. Other than our hapless Neo and our SFX whiz, the rest had a front row seat in The Making Of. Oh well.

Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Just back from 6 days of sandeating and mudsweating on Pulau Tekong. That apparently is enough for the Army to be confident to send me "into combat zones to defend the soverigneity of the nation". At 3am in the morning, when you haven't bathed for 3 days and eaten in 2, politics is absolutely the last thing on your mind (which, it seems, has shut itself off 20 hours ago).

But it was fun to run around with Jovian and Lucas, even though I only got a glimpse of them. That's what's war's about. Fighting with your buddies. Not some fellow unwilling conscript who couldn't shoot straight to save his life.

Outside of the military, I'm supposed to get a script done for a direct-to-video production in 3 days' time.

Oh, check out this link. Wonder who's Mary-jane's Indian twin?

Wednesday, June 09, 2004
I have exactly one more year left to serve in the Singapore Armed Forces.

For the last 547 days and 12 hours, for all my training and preparation, I have yet to see real combat. It is both a pity and a immensely welcome sign, I suppose. Considering the fact that US has been fighting a protracted war since July last year and, more importantly, militant muslims have been fighting just up north in Thailand.

I wouldn't mind at all being sent to Iraq. Hey, 10 months of running around in the safe confines of Lim Chu Kang has to be meant for something, right? Call me a war junkie, but I believe a lot of conscripted soldiers would buck up their performance if they knew that they were going to war, not for some nilly-willy exercise.

But do I really want to go to war?

One more year left. One more long year.

Sunday, June 06, 2004
Ladies and gentelmen, I will be assuming the sacred duty of protecting this island's soverignity with effect from Tuesday. I will be leading my 20 men into whatever war may hurl in our direction.

In other words, if any jihad-crazed entertainment-opposed terror-ist lays siege to Suntec City, I'll be saving the butts of all you Idol wannabes.

See you again, world. Soon.

- Read Part 1 below first -

So that was Thursday.

Friday I hopped onto CPT Terence's car and we all had a good prata at (where else?) Jalan Kayu . Then we proceeded to Seletar Camp where the battalion retreat was to be. We played charades and intro-ed all round before heading down to serious discussion about Army Open House. BBQ dinner came, and then I got initiated.

Yeah, it's some silly military rite of passage. But I got it bad. I practically downed an entire 400ml bottle of Jack Daniels. I was wasted within 15 minutes. Which is not too bad. I think I showed 'em how well I could hold my drink. But several hapless ones got SMSed by me in my drunked stupor. Noteworhty, considering the fact that I couldn't even walk straight.

So much for the weekend.