Category Archives: Memoirs

“thinking about future”, february 2007

“My father is now bugging me to get a scholarship with the RSAF. It does not interest me at all. I have no interest in the military and I don’t want to spend 6 years doing something which i have … Continue reading

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NS Memories

I remember my enlistment day, April 19th 2010. It was over 15 months ago. (Now over 2 years ago!) I remember going to Pasir Ris with my parents and girlfriend, meeting my friend and his father at the McDonald’s at … Continue reading

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on recurring dreams, guilt and free will

I woke up today feeling fresh and recharged and ready to take on the world- which I will, in a short while, but I want to get my daily writing out of the way and I have a pre-written subject … Continue reading

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Sleeping during BMT and Signals

I haven’t been feeling too good these past few days. My mouth is dry, my eyes are burning (slightly). I went to bed at around 7 or 8pm, and I woke up at 10pm- so I figured I’d write and … Continue reading

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What would you do if you could do anything you wanted?

It’s 2:16 am and I can’t sleep. I should have been asleep at least 2 hours ago- I need to wake up early tomorrow, to study for my A Levels. But I can’t- because my mind is being a little … Continue reading

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Waking Early + It’s okay to be incompetent

Day before yesterday, I took a long walk with my girlfriend and went to bed (relatively) early, at about 11pm. I was aware of being awake several times in the night, and several times in the day, but I didn’t … Continue reading

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Memories of jamming with many different musicians

On hindsight, when I sit down and think about it, I’ve jammed with many, many different bands over the years, many of which I have forgotten to commit to memory. I used to jam with the vocalist from Quasimodo and … Continue reading

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