I'm the Proudest Monkey.

Its always a nice feeling to accomplish something you've set out to do. 16mins later with saline droplets of sweat running down my face, back and arms, i feel so much more refreshed. Running has seriously become a new source of renewal for me. For this, and the thousands of calories burnt, i thank the SAF.

A quarter of an hour could have been spent staring blankly into space but i chose to spend it running. Something which might have been unconceivable just one year ago. Fine, one year and ONE day ago when i was still holding my favourite pink (IC lah!). Has my experience in the SAF changed me? From the crawling maggot that we were once known in BMT to the "fucked up malau* you" we're affectionately reffered to at OCS Tango? The thought that I've changed so much in such a short year refuses to leave my mind .... looking back ..... I'm suddenly so proud of this living, breathing mass of flesh, blood and slightly lesser lipid being known as, me.

Have i been too humble? But i never thought of myself to be a successful sorta person, with achievements that i never really thought to be of much significance. But right after my short run round Tanah Merah Neighbourhood, it suddenly just hit me that there certainly were stuff to be proud of ...

Perhaps its time to actually start recognising my own achievements and actually giving myself more credit for the stuff i've actually have with me. A loving family, great friends, fantastic results, a healthy body, perfect eyesight with 80% of my life spent in front of an LCD screen, platoon best in sispec, an now and officer to be .... i'm not exactly the perfect sorta person lee phui man would have been proud off... but as it is .... i am one happy person.

and being happy is the most important thing in this world.


"who is the girl? that i feel of a presence as of late." - dolce triade