"But i'll look gooder you know."

baby did some internet shopping and bought a bag for an outing on sunday. she had it registered, the postman came and she wasn't there. so it was a late saturday afternoon and she wanted to collect it at the post office but realized that the post office closes early on saturday and it's not even open on sunday. so i told her that she looks good with any bag she carries. she argued.

baby, just smile. your smile always make you look gooder.

"Dear whoever has been addressed as in the "To:" list,

They say that it does one a world of good to reflect, once in a while. To consolidate everything we have seen, heard, smelt, tasted. To remember everything that we have felt.

We are, after all, the sum of all our experiences. How else to know who we are if not through learning who we were? And as the pages turn to the final chapter in your book (I no longer have a place there, unfortunately), I find myself somewhat overwhelmed. Many things have happened, and I have changed so much.

So just this once, pay me some heed. This, is my last aria. The last song I sing as my life in BOC, as it were, draws to a close. This, my friends, is the requiem for me.

Everyone has their own song. They move on with life to their own rhythm and beat, listen to their own melodies, play their own music. My song, and I am glad to have had it this way, has itself rooted in you. All of you.

There's a bit in my song about how we went through the BTMs, happy hour and ladder drills all. The song slows a little after every exercise, when we need a few beats to recharge. And it becomes upbeat again every night, when we come alive again, talking amongst ourselves while the dorm is festooned with drying laundry, sloppy guitar play, and instant noodles.

A slow waltz was played when Greg left us, but it became an uptempo Viennese rendition when he came back to see us, and tell us just how well he's been doing. Through this and the many other things that have happened, the song kept playing. It kept me going. I hope your songs helped you through as well.

What I'm trying to say is, my curtain's closing on my stage, and I am going off to leave for my next performance. But the one leaving and the one who came all those 27 weeks ago, they are worlds apart. I for one, prefer to believe that the one leaving is better for it.

My song, dear friends, just like me, have been taken out of the 41st BOC.

But the 41st BOC will always remain a part of my song, and of me, wherever its beat brings me.

Warm Regards (and a foreboding premonition of embarrassment cum next week onwards)

Ikhsan
Former Officer-in-Training
Always the dramatic

P.S.: I will deny ever typing this nonsense. So don't bother bringing it up. Unless you to find out if your face is a size 11.5... I know my top boots are.

P.P.S.: My peer appraisal is attached too."

i don't know if i should post this up on public but it's things like this that is forever etched in your life memories and i just have to get this up for keepsakes.

OCT Ikhsan bin Suri, to me, is probably one of the most amazingly intelligent, confident and eccentric person i've met. the kind of memorable character that you know would be soaring with success in the future. it's sad that he's leaving the course considering we have just one month to go.

ikhsan, always the dramatic. always the eccentric. always the confident.

always the intelligent.

i somehow managed to catch the royal tenenbaums on star world. this sequence, along with elliot smith's song, gave me the chills.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

i will now declare, eh, no, no. i will now assert that short is hot. and baby bought me an awesome tee. kinda gives a whole new meaning to road traffic accident incidents. i totally LOVE it.

this week was eventful. the whole freaking week. hot blaze exercise shed some light on how tiring fire fighting really is. other than that, i'll keep it private. i just wanna say that i've been quite an ass (like i always have) and i am therefore truly sorry.

fna, baby.

"The stars are blazing
like rebel diamonds
cut out of the sun,
can you read my mind?"

Sunday, December 14, 2008

"i love you so much, it's retarded."

nick and norah's playlist was ace. so was angus, thongs and perfect snogging. i've got the latter's soundtrack and i've been searching for the soundtrack of nick and norah's but i can't seem to find it anywhere.

i know i'm gonna sound insanely ancient by saying this but

i
want
to
watch
juno.

baby, baby, hurry, hurry burn juno into a cd so that i can watch it in camp.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

i can't get enough of her scent.