Hey , it's been very long since I last blogged and it seems that this blog has fallen into abeyance and the writer has been pulling off a disappearing act from the last entry until now. Fret not , here I am !

Recently has been busy with various activities , particularly with my army mates up to the point that I see them almost everyday including weekends. Just yesterday we had our saturday burnt no thanks to preparation for the upcoming navy open house from 25th - 27th May. 25th is the so-called preview for organised groups from schools , organisations and navy personnel whereas 26th and 27th is open to the public. The open house is at Changi Naval Base and for those who are keen to come , free shuttle buses are provided from Singapore Expo to CNB and vice versa for the return trip. It will be like a carnival event kind of thing , accoutered with performances by artistes , games to play and food stalls to satisfy hunger pangs. I will be involved in the navy open house (sad to say , another weekend burnt) as I will be stationed at a rather prominent place doing marshaling. Very noticeable. Feel free to come !

Speaking of yesterday , my section together with the rest of the personnel from my unit were required to go Changi to carry and arrange barricades. It was my first time at Changi as all along my camp is in Tuas and the place is like freaking huge. It's like a campus. That aside , the fuming part was that from 0900 - 1830 we were there rotting most of the time when actually the job can be done within 2 hours , the most 3 hours. We wasted so many unproductive hours there and the most infuriating fact was that there was no assurance from our superiors what time we can be secured as they keep changing time. It is an onus for them to plan everything beforehand so that when/wherever manpower is needed , we can go straight away and chop chop get stuffs done. Apparently , abominated methods of indecisive planning and failure of proper utilisation of manpower by the superiors was met with vituperative comments from the men. My god , one should have seen the chaotic situation yesterday with many thanks to those ineffectual people in-charge. He or she would have been shocked in awe. The way they do things sucks to the ultimate and maximum core x a zillion. No wonder these people sign on , because their methods will be met by doom in the working world outside. I feel sorry for them.

Anyway , using a rotational policy , I try to meet up with different cliques of friends on saturdays. On weekdays I will be too tired in which home is where I belong and return to. On sundays , normally is a rest day for me to help out my mom to do chores and for me to do my own personal stuffs and get ready for the week ahead. However , there are rare exceptional cases. Last sunday , I went out with a good friend of mine. We went shopping at Vivo and watched Spider-Man 3. It's a nice and long movie. Though I didn't catch the Spidey series before this , still it's an enjoyable movie. It ended at 11 pm and we went to eat ice-cream at Haagen Daz at Clarke Quay. Fancy eating ice-cream at 12 midnight. We walked about and even walked to Esplanade. Sent her home before I returned home since it's very late and is not safe for a girl to go home that late alone. I caught just 2 hours of sleep before waking up to go to camp. Tired I am , but luckily I only operate the crane in the afternoon so managed to catch some sleep in the "heaven" - a room that belonged to me and my fellow comrades.

She must be someone special , that's why you don't mind giving up precious sleep for her. Nope , she is just a good friend whom I enjoy being with. An unpretentious and candid girl with a vibrant disposition whom I like to tease now and then because her reactions are so funny at times. Sure I have female friends (though just like any other guys there is no such thing as too many female friends) but then again , I view most of them as good friends to me. I know that everything starts from being friends first. I don't know , I mean love this kind of thing must be mutual attraction. It's a two-way traffic. I fear of putting in too much feelings and end up getting all hurt. Simply , I fear getting rejected. I don't wish to let history repeats itself and exposing my wound inside my heart out once again. Undeniably , the hurt is always there no matter how much time is used to remedy it. Only when I meet someone who can assure me that the efforts I put in is worth to build up our future together. Someone whom I love and who love me as well. Mentally-wised , I am no longer the same guy who stupidly used to think that I am able to have happiness if I put in efforts alone. I don't mind giving most of the time , but the girl must be worthy of my love. Realised I am getting more pragmatic , no longer plying on so much emotions in dealing matters , even on matters of heart. One can give everything he is capable of to the girl he likes , but he must also learn to protect himself and retain some pride in him. It's all based on past experiences added with gallons of tears and unnecessary sleepless nights that led me to conclude this.