sculpting with the greats

Hey guys,
Been meaning to write, but just couldn’t find any thing to write about these few days, hence the quote on the previous post.....ha-ha.
Anyways, I have just added a new plan on top of the list of my never ending and never in progress tasks to be done. I want to sculpt!
Hmmm, I know it sounds a little or a lot like one of my ‘5 min’ passions like my friend once told me. I guess that’s true about me, I dapple, period.
And now, I am trying my hand in sculpting, perhaps I would stop halfway like most of the other things that I do, but I am sure I will enjoy the process of doing it while it last.
Here goes nothing.

"It is the little things that make the difference. an accumulation of subtleties, sum of the parts creating more than the whole."

- dunno who say one

A tired long week

Today is Friday and it almost feels as if I have waited a month for this week to pass......sorry I had to whine........I cannot whine to people so I will whine here....no one really understands...or maybe i am just a pussy....anyways....the past few days were hectic with those JC students coming over to my unit to see the new systems...and that took up two solid days of presentations....repeating over and over and over again.....to the many groups....and today.....there is an experiment going on in the labs....and I am trying so desperately to run away and hide from all the officers...so that I dun have to stand there the whole day to support them.....tiring.....169 more days to go.....haizzz just leave me alone please.....

Old photos

taken in a passport photo machine back in our polydays....very fun.













my frenz at the beach, zhenlie is missing...













she came to join me for breakfast in the morning, Food Junction, NYP













my mom forgetting to soak in the beautiful surroundings


















Annual Christmas party at my auntie's house.

monday

Monday blues......180 more days to go...not been thinking of much recently except these numbers. Trying to recall how I made it through the 593 days before this...officially I have 6 months and 14 days more to my temporary freedom before re-service....
6 more months.....how much things can a person do in 6 months, a lot I guess, half a year.....I never appreciated time until now..
Everyday, the many glances at the slow clock, counting the down the hours, the striking away of the dates on my calendar.... no matter how I look at it....I cannot see how national service has done any good for me or for the country... I cannot be proud of a country that put her people through such experiences; perhaps it is truly beneficial to some people but not to all. It’s only after I entered the national service that I start to see the flaws within the whole organization, flaws so evident in every aspect of the system that every men and women in it acknowledges but do nothing about. It is during this time that I question, never had I bothered with such matters, political, social and an existence of a clear conscience.
In the period of these 593 days, I have done more things that I am not proud of than I have done in my whole life before this... values that stay constant, through though times, that’s what I always thought differentiate man from boys, not their look or size or physic but their actions. And I have just proven myself to be a boy, I buckled....