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I hath fury.

Been hearing alot about riots and protests regarding some comics depicting a certain religious figure.

And I just want to say....

Why do some people lack intelligence? Its sad really. If someone disses your god, you go out and bitch and bitch until you get people killed? How stupid are you? Throwing rocks at policemen? Did your god tell you to do that? If he didn't, then go back and ask him clearly what he wants you to do regarding this matter. Personally, I wouldn't bother worshiping a god that tells me to throw rocks at people because someone slandered him.

If you want to uphold your belief, your pride, your heritage; There are always better ways. By choosing violence and chaos, you have picked one of the worse ways. PLUS, you make your god look even WORSE. Look at the women, protesting so peacefully, the children, continuing to do calligraphy to uphold the religion. But someone who has too much testosterone let violence lead him into doing some really stupid things.

People got killed protesting. You think they are martyrs? Did your god tell them to die after throwing stones? The people you throw stones at aren't even the ones who drew the comic! You terrorize innocent lives, while the comics did no harm but brush your religious pride.

Would God want that? Sit down and think about it.

"Many people say that they don't have a choice. Actually, they do have a choice. Its just that you have to be mindful of the consequences of your choice. Some people say that they don't have a choice to go to work or not, when in fact they do. But what would happen if you didn't go to work on that day?"

Its been a long time since I've met someone who thinks so much like B. I wonder what I'll learn from him next.

Is it always possible to have 2-3 contingency plans?

I suppose its not just retards and old geezers in the army, once in a while, you'll find a good guy.

I miss pc fadley. Still remember the time he screamed at me for not filling my water bottle to the top. How long it took for me to pluck up the courage to go and clear things up with him after that.

I guess some people might bear an eternal grudge or be utterly pissed if someone were to scream at you in front of the whole company and you were not in the wrong. But I went to talk to him after that.

"Make right with God, yourself, then do your best to make right with man."



Then there was sgt Isa. Who's methods I felt, tho outdated, somehow worked for him and us... somehow. He could carry it.

Still remember how the sgts giving me challenges, especially on the SOC grounds. I was unbeaten at each station, until platoon commander wanted to race me on the monkey bars. 1st round ended up with him looking back in shock and me with my back on the ground. 2nd round had him reaching the last bar slightly ahead, but I swung off it faster and we hit the ground together.

So anyway, when sgt isa found out that I was absolutely terrified of the jacob's ladder... he was thoroughly amused. I got stuck at the top, unable to move forward, and too frightened to move back, afraid I would miss the log and go tumbling all the way down the ladder.

But when he raced me, I couldn't think of the fear, I could only think of getting ahead of that bugger. And so, he cured with his cocky arrogance, what the other commanders could not accomplish with their gentle coaxing.

The few times that he spoke to us made me feel like letting him make me into the ultimate soldier. I would have been uncontested in physical challenges and in mental fortitude. So close was I to making that decision that I also remembered the time that I almost sold 5 years of my life to the red berets.

But I also remembered why I didn't go for that interview. Somehow, you know when your calling is elsewhere. Its not easy to find your direction, but when you do, you don't want to let go, in case you never find it again. And you know that at the end of the journey, you'll be in the right place at last, where you belong, not just some place where you followed the crowd to, not just some place that you don't know how you managed to get to. But the place you always knew you would be going and was meant for you.

I guess BMT was kinda fun after all.

Change irritates me sometimes.

When the waves come, the crab digs deep into the sand, hidnig in his shell.


I wonder why some warrants need to abuse their rank to try to "instil" discipline into nsfs. Discipline is something that is taught through morales, and get this through your damn thick skull... MORALES CANNOT BE TAUGHT THROUGH FEAR. Fear breeds temporary compliance, but it also breeds annoyance, hate, anger.

I hate it when people continue to use their backward, outdated method of teaching. Last time you could talk down at people because they were uneducated. Nowadays, that has changed. And those few officers who are higher educated and got their mscs, talk in a different manner.

Not that anyone's pissed me off, lately. But when I hear of people giving my friend's unfair punishments, I get angry.

And lately, I seem to have alot of fire that I cannot let out.



Running helps. You can run and run, run away from it, or charge straight at it, fearless, unintimidated, enraged.

I keep telling myself that I've grown up. That that rage inside me was but a childish phase of arrogance and naive thinking. But today when I looked into the mirror I saw his eyes again.

I had forgotten how good it felt to feel it pulse through my veins. Anger feeds on anger, and it likes it.

Maybe I do need to get back into competitive sparring.

Once a fighter, always a fighter. Nothing will give you the same rush. The same high. You don't care about the sore shins and bruised arms. You don't care about what would happen to him, or what would happen to you.

Maybe its slowly been bugging me that I've controlled myself to stay under the limit for so long. But its there, staring at me, provoking me.

I've been a gentleman for long enough, and a part of me hates it.


Maybe some things can never be put down in words.

Once in a long time, there will come a movie which will give you the inspiration and drive to carry on in life.

I not stupid too, was one of them. Mr Neo is a story-telling genious.

My eyes are just so tired. CJ drives me nuts at times. Am I being too nice to some people?

If I do something that rubs you the wrong way, or I have wronged you, you can always come right up and tell me. I'm not so balless to make excuses if you tell me seriously. If you keep joking about it I really can't do anything but smile and laugh along...

I wonder why somewhere along the line I lost my desire to be the fastest.

Maybe I woke up to reality.

Or maybe I lost my spirit.

Lost my spirit to fight.

Somehow something's different now.

The end of a tiring week.

At last haha.

Concert went well.... despite the poor turnout. Common test + presentation + project weeks aren't a very good date to hold it doh.

Wonder what would have happened if I didn't go and insist on the piano being mic'd. Was nice of the guys to come. Could tell Joel really enjoyed it hahaha. She came too, haha. Think last time I also started to get suspicious when she turned up at every concert :p.

Battle theme went unbelievably well. Ending was finalized just today, too! haha. I think its the most challenging arrangement yet. So fast and furious that I can start sweating just practicing the piece. Touching the piano now I can already feel the battle scars of the fight with the kawaii piano... sore and blue black fingers. And that piano is not "KAWAII" in any way loh. So hard to press the damn keys... make me change my arrangement in 2 parts because of this...

After playing Cloud smiles so many times then I am beginning to understand the melody abit. Its difficult to imagine what kind of feeling Nobuo Sama wanted to express in the piece.... its not like his other pieces. I think he's gone to the next level and become more abstract.

I guess its true that I type alot less now. Maybe because I have to put up so many filters that sometimes there's no point writing whatever is left down.

I've seen how people can misinterprete the thoughts of others, and use it to pull that person down.

Sad really, but its always better to play safe.

I do wish I could just blog everything again, like with Louis in first year.

Those were the days.