I am currently into reading this book, and its sequal. Inkspell and Inkdeath. Oh, I am reading the chinese translated version. Lol, I am gonna try to borrow the english version to read. Anyway, the movie for the first book Inkheart will be coming out next year. Looks quite nice and I am definitely gonna catch that movie. However, it is like common sense that movie will not be as nice as the book itself. Unless I have someone like Mo to read the story out aloud, I guess it will be up to my own imagination to imagine the whole story. (that is the fun part about reading isn't it?) Nonetheless, I hope it would not be a disappointment after I watch the movie. I would really love to see how the director directs this movie. Ironic eh? A movie plot based on a book is actually mimicking what the book itself is trying to portray - bringing words to live, a world within the craft of an author's words. I must say that I really enjoyed reading the first two books - and I am definitely looking forward to the last one.

Oh, just in case if you are wondering why I am here, I am currently on my block leave and will be reporting back to camp on sunday for my Unit Induction Program. =)

10:01 PM

POP, sounds so long ago.

I remember when I first got to know that I am posted to ASLC, I was half disappointed, and half excited. I was disappointed because I have to go through shit, outfield, more chiongsua, more of every crappy things that we did in BSLC. I was excited because I know I would be going back home during Ex Starlight. I would still be in the familiar environment, same OC, 2IC, CSM, PWOs, commanders. I would see familiar faces like the forever noisy Jeremiah, ultra lamer Lin Hai and many other ex-platoon 1 BSLC.

I am happy, contented, and feel proud to have graduated successfully from the 47th ASLC. Without my section mates (those in the above photo), my platoon mates, my various commanders, I think I would not have survived through the 7 day hot-wet-cold outfield, nor would I have grown much mentally and physically through the exercise.

Throughout the course, I have been looking forward to the POP day. Hours after hours of rehearsals, we finally put up a good parade in the end. Until I went back to collect the postings, only then did I realise that I am finally leaving this place. A place that I have spent for the past 5 months. When I know I am posted to 5 SIR, I know I am never coming back to SISPEC as a trainee again. The time has passed for me. All of us are split into our various units. Some being more relaxed than others, while some uphold greater responsibilities than just a sec comm. At that point of time, I already felt nostalgic, about all the shit that the whole platoon has gone through. We cheered each others on when some people are dying under the hot sun. We helped one another carry the damned matador and sec comm bag. I still remember the last night we actually snatched the combat ration green packs because we were so cold and hungry (and miserable). Why, even though I still think that NS is a waste of time, there are happy moments to saviour. these good memories is not possible without a good platoon, a good section. I especially like (or in Marcus' words, love) my section. Everyone is cooperative, up to task and friendly to one another. Not that I think other sections are screwed up but if I were to choose one section out of the 4 I would choose my current sections. (there are definitely people whom I don't like as much as the others)

Sigh, events of the past. It is time to look forward. Reporting to my new unit (and probably the final one) tomorrow. Good luck man, I will need it.

8:28 PM