La Musique de la vie - The Music of life

Saturday, March 21, 2009

some random stuff of late....

close combat training...
'when i blow the whistle, jump from your standing position, extend your legs, slam hard onto the mat using your palms and land with only your palms, elbow and the toes of your feet. ready, go!'

many bodies landed on the mat given by the instructor and some gave genuine shouts of pain. after doing this technique called breakfall for several times in a row, my palms were red, my elbows sore from slaming onto the mat, and my head felt as if someone give me a one times good one. surely thats a less painful way of landing onto the floor when you lose your balance? =.=

firing of weapon..
cant say much, but im probably one of the pioneer batch of people in the world to fire a particular weapon on a particular type of platform. looking forward to the actual day....

i have made some rash purchases lately, with the amount of money involved getting more with every transaction. each of this purchases got a common point; that they dun suit me and are not really needed by me. i really need to make insightful decisions; that is rather den knowing how the product will benefit me, i need to know whether i Need the product.

1:01 AM

Sunday, March 01, 2009

its been some time

since i last sit somewhere and watch raindrops falling from the sky. the sun had just began to set; not that it would have made too much difference as today is a cloudy day. i stared blankly at the scene in front of me, which contains the faculty of medicine and slightly further away in the distance, the distinct two towers of the n-t-u alumni club. cars with headlights turned on drived in and out, people scurrying across the road to avoid the rain were what filled the bottom of the scene.

time passes slowly. the scene before me seems to disappear, and come into focused were my thoughts. i thought i have got over with what happened three years ago, with life becoming normal and jc2 as well as training from ns filling the void of my thoughts. but yet, in the predicament i am in now, watching my family around me, i realised nothing has changed. i had simply just been covering that area of thoughts with something else. it pained me to know that they have been going through all the emotional struggles all the while, without me. i have been naive to think i could have got over it. its only time before i will face the real problem myself.

its like a scar formed from a deep wound. you can cover it by wearing long sleeves everyday, but the scar will always be there, stinging.

9:21 PM