Pte Low Yi Qian.
Posted to HeadQuaters Manpower S1 Branch.
2nd Singapore Infantry Regimental and Discplinary Charge Clerk.

anyone who AWOLs, take drugs or commit crimes will have hell to pay.

and I will be the one who will dish out the hell.

Court Martial hearing this thursday.

awe-fucking-some.

Posted on Clubsnap's Buy and Sell Bulletines. Spotted at 2:08 the morning of 8th november 05.


Poor, sodden, depressive (choose your noun) nsf looking to step into the the world of lomography.

in hopes that the vivid colours can brigthen up his dull grey life.

in view of the pittance allowance that is bestowed among him by the great father, the son and the holy goh.

he shall only be able to spend the princely sum of $30 in hope of some colours on medium format film.

so please be a good person. any lomos that are no longer loved by their owners can be entrusted in this young man's care.

Be assured that your unloved will be taken care off with tender loving care till this young man finds another obsession and chucks it off into obsecurity.

But then, of cos you cant expect him to love it forever can you?!

do contact him with the model of the camera if you are agreeable with his price.
he'd thank you all in advance and bid you good day.

sigh. all these effort for just some colour!

*but dont try to smoke him. he may be dull, but he is not stupid. its all mostly now made in china. please donate it to him at a made in china price. now there, you dont really want an army boy's money right!?

You can put the lime in my coke, you nut.

at last some good news.

the physio said i could start running.

5km? nah.
starting with 2km. on a running track or a treadmill. strictly.

jog. slow jog.
but at least its something.
i've never thought i'd find something as mundane as running moderately entertaining. but it is. i'll explain some other day.


this coming tuesday. i'm being transferred to a camp nearer to my home.
some camp near yio chu kang road.
2nd Singapore Infantry Regiment.
as a clerk. pencil pushing, pussy desk job.
fug.

Met up with kumar, justin and vincent over the weekend.
people who made BMT bearable.
we talked over drinks and cigarettes and macdonalds till the wee hours of saturday morning.
it was alright.
kumar became a driver.
vincent became a support company demo man and justin got posted to the bloody NDU as a diver! he now runs 20km everymorning.
its hell he says.

it was good to see those guys again. yea. it was. buddy couldnt make it cause he was still in camp.






payday is coming.
i'm getting a lomograph. good old russian stuff.
after looking fer so long. i've finally found it.
going shooting. yeap.
after quite some time. i'm going shooting.
with the new lomo.

alot of things are bogging my mind right now.
hoping to put them aside fer the time being.



jessie said. " i hate to say it. but its quite a nice picture."

of cos it is. its not quite nice, its a great picture.
the picture and the circumstances of which it was taken.
but thats all there is to it. a picture.
nothing else... ...
and when i think of it being nothing.
i cant help but feel.... sad?
just why cant it be more... i always ask myself.
but i guess i'm not about to stop trying.
- but dont ask me why. -

there are alot of differences to be absolved.
but they will be. one way or another. bad or good, better or for worst.

anyway, i've got to go now. booking in , in awhile.



doodling on the train. -

it always felt as tho i didnt know her enough. but it always seemed that i could almost tell what she was going to do, say or write.
How she was going to react. good or bad, mostly, i'd see it coming. sometimes shit will happen and we both feel extremely fucked up. but its weirdly assuring, that at least i knew her enough to see it coming. but for all its worth, i very apparantly still dont know her enough. but i guess...i've all the time in this fucking world.