The Peace that I Have Been Seeking

My whole family have left for Hong Kong. I guess it is work, both official and personal, that make me station alone in Singapore.

Sometimes I do feel funny as well when my family members are living their lives to the fullest with all the entertainments. Maybe, the answer is that poor people can enjoy travelling as well.

For this trip, I have thrown in hundreds of dollars, partly as my mum’s birthday present.

The greatest advantage of their absence is that the electricity bill will definitely drop without the usage of air-conditioner for both rooms, especially my elder brother’s room which he switches on for long hours. Next, I will definitely be able to concentrate on my stuffs when there is no one keeps trying to tell me stories when I am busy.

Somehow, I feel weird and lonely. I suppose sleepiness is massacring the tranquillity. Better luck for the next few days!

I missed the ROC trip

[Tuesday, 26 September, 2006]

It was another ROC (Taiwan) trip for the SOCC cadets from Signal Institute again. I missed the time I had there previously.

Siu Hang was lucky to be selected to go with them this time but he had repeatedly dropped me questions once in every few days. The worst time was when I was hospitalised and feeling so helpless, I had to reply him. Nevertheless it was my wish and pleasure to help my good friend.

Anyway, I told him to get me a carton of Pork bowl noodle but it seemed like they were not allowed to order anymore to put into the container to be transported back to Singapore. It was a disappointment since I wanted to share those “powerful” bowl noodles (with meats inside) with my friends who had never been to Taiwan.

Just hours before the plane was taking off as I was feeling crappy, I sent a message to my friend, Captain Phua, who I got to know through my previous trip. I tried to tease him that I hoped he would not be alone during the R&R (Relax and Recreation) trip.

He replied me, “Why would i? I’m not even going. Haha… I’ll be on course, so not going.”

He flies off to Thailand

My elder brother has left for Thailand on a holiday trip. It’s so cool that his company has paid for the whole packet which includes the 5-stars hotel accommodation over there.

It’s good for him to enjoy himself there since he has been working so hard for the past few months, including weekends.

However, the problem arises when he takes his Olympus camera away with him. Now that going out without the ten times optical zoom camera, it’s so inconvenient for me. However, I’m the one who advise him to bring it over instead of the other lousy one. Hopefully he would bring some good pictures back.

Poor Jack will be lonelier with his “dad’s” absence. Nobody’s going to bath him and clean his cage, therefore my house is going to be smellier and my mum won’t let him run around.

I want to go too if I’ve the chance, because it’s time to grow up and explore the world. I know I must work hard.

I'm back

I’m back from Taiwan finally. It was a great experience though there were many things I felt should be done correctly but screwed up, which upset me.

My gang of 11 people went to the airport to fetch me – Mingfa, Meijun, Wilson, Pauline, Mingli, Xinyi, Guoxin, Weitat, Kok Chiang, Ah Teck and Meijun’s teammate. I didn’t expect to see so many people and I was really happy that I forgot my tiredness, however, felt remorseful for keeping them waiting. Beach outing was cancelled, or should say not organized.

After breakfast at the MacDonald’s, which Wilson took his nap by lying down on the seat, they decided to take cabs home instead of MRT which had already begun service. Anyway, I didn’t sleep and instead, cleared my emails and then edited the photos. Many of the stuffs I brought back were taken by my brothers.

I went out at around 4pm and got home so late to continue with my work. The fact that I haven’t been updating my diary since last week of the trip means that it might take up to a week to write and type them out…

Leaving for ROC

I’m bringing my pain along to Taiwan. The aching on my back weakens my body. I’m glad to leave, to gain experience, as well as to escape from the craps I’m facing.

It’s the first time I’m holding an international passport. I’m at total lost. It isn’t just a simple trip, not when I’m leaving with the army.

I’m not ready to leave, too many things for me to settle makes me reluctant to set off the next day. I’m too lazy to pack my luggage, certainly too tired to, because the stress on my back makes me lie down.

I’m not ready to leave, I haven’t had enough fun with my friends. I’ll miss everyone, especially the chio-er ones. Yea!