A turn of events.

If u remember, i was posted to 5 Singapore infantry regiment as a signaller. Other than suffering from depression due to extreme culture shock, the life there is STILL horrendous. Macabre events huants your subconscious mind even at rest. Dreams are never meant to scare you; were they ?

Friday 16 March 4.12 pm. Sitting down on the floor as usual, with my head lowered in preparation for another stay in on a Friday evening, my sgt shot me dead with basically 10 words. Note the words " shot me dead". Meaning that the old depressed self was officially pronounced dead. These words of joy still rings in my head up till date.

" Barry, pack yr things now, u are going home tonight.". I was posted out.

As i type these words of joy, im currently in my new camp, using internet, seating in an air-conditioned office, stomach filled with canteen food. U see, i just had breakfast at the canteen with my sgt. FYI, my new posting is a signaller in a Racky and survey team, which is a team that supports an Artillery Unit. Its the nearest camp near to my house, in terms of distance and accessibility, that i've ever been at.


Going back. Monday night was a memorable day for me and my Baby. We had a heart to heart talk and trashed out cracks that were surfacing in our relationship. I do not know why but i feel much closer to her now. Much in love; much as one. I hope she feels the same way too. Of course, i do want the avowel between us, which we gave each other in trust; affirmation, to be kept.

Thats it i suppose. I think i'll be able to blog much more often. :)