In Continuum.

A Deep Breath and the Plunge

It's just like those diving competitions during the Olympics.I place myself in their shoes(Or lack thereof),as i walk to the edge of the platform ten metres up,and the world watching me upon it.I close my eyes,and i take a deep breath.I try to suck in all the air i could,and mustered all my courage into this one leap,one plunge.

Suddenly everything was quiet,all silent.The soft fidget of the audience was gone,and the sound of the water far below me shifted softly.Leaving my heart,pounding against my breast.The silence lasted for ever,and there i was on top of the platform,with all eyes on me,and my fate down below and over the edge...

This is how i feel,right now in front of the computer only hours away from my trip to Babina,India.It is funny though,how i am feeling now.I would expect myself to feel dreadful,to feel reluctant,to feel that this whole trip will be a bloody waste of my time.But it's funny how i am not feeling all those,but a tad bit of excitement.

I mean,im not terribly excited over it of course.After all,im not going to India for a shopping spree,nor am i going to go there to check out the ladies(Though North Indian ladies are pretty attractive.Some,anyway).I am there to...well,i dont really know what the hell i am going to do there.I have a vague idea,of course.But i have not a clue concerning the little details.But by a long shot,i dont expect us to be doing anything of much...difference from what we do here.

Good news,though.Flat land as far as the eyes can see.Which also means,no forests,no bashing,no slimy swamps and most of all,no dismount.Well,there will be but,at least not as screwed up as the one we have in Singapore.I remember this signed on sergeant telling us,"No matter which country you go to,Singapore is still the most fucked up".

Amen to that.

Im looking forward to the plane trip,and then the bus trip with my platoonmates.Of course,i dont expect the lot of them to be the perfect travelling companion(Considering the way they behave in bunks,i imagine myself to be ashamed about my association with them in any way),but at least i get to travel with friends for the very first time overseas.

Then there's Taj Mahal.1/7 of the Seven Wonders of the World.How amazing is that?I mean,you can count the countries that SAF actually brings their troops to.Thailand,Brunei,Taiwan,Australia and India.And think of the famous landmarks each of them has.None,i repeat,none of them can compare to the greatness of Taj Mahal.As my friend calls it,"The Great Nipples".A force to be reckoned with.

Anyway,ive got my bags packed.And when i say "packed",i mean "PACKED".The amount of stuff in my duffle bag i swear...if i throw it down from my house(The 19th floor),and it hits the ground,it would probably create a crater 10 metres in diatmeter.Or,if it plunges into the swimming pool it will create waves high enough to drown the residence in my estate from the third storey down(That includes Corinna's friend,Shuling.So i suggest her to buy a lifeboat because i am right about to be on the verge of throwing that crap out of the window).

Seriously,SAF is run by a bunch of brainless worms.Like Femin,a character from the book im reading now says,"Military is just a way to find out which part of the population is stupid".I found myself smiling as i read that in the book this afternoon down at the Bean at J8.Anyway,they make up a checklist of what to bring to India,and then expect you to pack everything into that bag.Well,fair enough since the bag is pretty big.Then you suddenly come up with extra stuff to bring,and you just keep piling up from the original list.What's the deal with that?I mean,we dont have Doraemon's pocket,an endless abyss to put our stuff.There is actually a physical limit to the size of the bag,and enough is enough!You cant just say "Oh hey,bring this with you as well.And dont forget to bring that too.It's not on the list,but stuff it in anyway".You dont do that,dumb fucks.

Anyway,that was the worst part of India.The packing.The second worst part to me is the fact that i have to wake up at a God-Forsaken time of 530 to go to the airport.Which is also why,i am not intending on sleeping tonight.I am burning the midnight oil,all the way till dawn today.Jonathan's even going to head down to McDonald's to buy something later after midnight.

Oh well,i cant say i am totally pumped for the trip,but at least im not worked up over it.Taj Mahal,here i come.

Had a little walk-about at J8 today.Initially i intended to just...walk around on my own.In the end Corinna who was there for pedicure joined me for a while.Met up with her friends,but cant remember their names.Daniel and his girlfriend,i think.

Coffee at the Bean on rainy days is something to avoid.I mean,REALLY avoid.At all costs.Now i know how the sardines feel in my fridge.Seriously,if i stay there any longer i swear passerbys would mistake me for CoffeeBean's mascot.I was frozen in my seat with a book in my hand,and trying hard not to shiver because the girls behind me were pretty cute.Okay,fine they werent.But a guy shivering in public is just not...well,it's hilarious.

Anyhow,i will be leaving tomorrow and that is 18th of February.Projected arrival date will be 5th of March.Of course,that is under the assumption that i do not get attacked by the Tamil Tigers or some terrorist running away from Afghanistan.Just pray for me friends.Pray that i will not appear on CNN,or Channel News Asia,or whatever station.I will miss you guys yeah?;)

Take care,and see you in two weeks.