


Arrived @ Vivo and finally settled down @ a French Restaurant owned (I think) by a French couple called FRE(N)SH. Not that exp and the meal are quite decent. Juz look @ my delicious smoked Salmon on cheese and bread.
The swagu me finally know that the goose liver is suppose to be a delicacy. Haha, Ben hardly had his fill after "donating" part of his meal to everyone of us. Well...it taste alright but I think that the sea salt tasted exceptionally nice. Haha.
Well, that didn't really conclude for the day for we link up with cck b4 goin to WalaWala. Ben "insisted" on treating us for the drinks and yea, SONG! Haha. Sat around the table and chatted here and there to wait for the arrival of the live band. Wow, I simply love live bands except that I would really appreciate it more if I know the songs. Too bad my knowledge of English Songs stopped like kinda in...Sec 2? Haha. The main vocal was a little cute with an attitude but too bad she smokes and most probably a little old for me. Haha.
Guess this entry is more like for a brother of mine going overseas. He is Zherui. A friend, a section mate, a G-grouper, a chiongster, an alcoholic, a person who dare to love and hate, a person who always tries to impart me his screwed logics. He is my brother-in-arms.


Had a little sub-section 1 outing (minus RJ whos' always MIA, Kungzi who's away in Austie and Ang who's probably f-king the cadets in OCS) @ a nice Greek Cuisine Restaurant. Well, it's more like a farewell gathering for ZR who's gonna fly away to US on LLS (Lao Bei & Lao Bu Scholarship), so most probably unless he has spare cash (if not spent on Alcohol, drugs, women and drugs @ the States), he'll not be coming back to homeland for quite some time.
ZR. Come to think about it. He's one person I own for surviving in OCS. Too bad we ain't bunkmates for I know we'll have a hell load of crap if we're. Haha. All the ideas of ways to not get commission the day b4 the parade, of how it would be better and more zai to pass out as a Warrent Officer. How we always talk loads of crap, walk either as the last or the front during movement, sag stupid impromtu crappy cheers during route marches and how we even bothered to write stupid songs before that juz to sing during route marches! (Chewy told Robin not to go downtown...) And the one incident that this ass loves to remind me about - how I strapped the LAW tube to his and my SBO that we have to bear the extra weight while the whole platoon face the floor.
Looking back @ some of the photos. Brotherhood. A special bond between Men. Something that's unique to us that women won't understand. Something that no words could describe it. Although I must admit sometimes I don't get the intellectual conversation of ZR, Russ and Kenneth, I still feel part of the group. A strong bond forged through sweat, crap, blood, tough times, bad times, good times and book out times. If I were to look back now, the thing that I would miss most is still the times that we shared in OCS. Not much worries except for things to earn us extras and confinements and most importantly, when's our next book out timing.
Guess this entry only will mean something to few. It's not the result that's worth mentioning, but the process that's worth remembering.
Bravo Wing 60/05 OCC, Platoon 2 Section 1. A special section.
