Archive for February, 2007

unit life has been reassuringly pleasant so far. when a trooper thanked me on friday for staying back and helping out with the servicing and maintainance, my whole week was made.
days of careful learning. first few weeks on the job, every step is conscious. the decision to raise my voice, for example, is weighed [...]


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12Feb07

today was trooper’s graduation, which lasted about an hour. therefore was free from 12 onwards and with the rest of the platoon booked out. tomorrow outprocessing and the journey back to gedong and the long trudge towards ord.
today i also came to grasp the dynamics of relationship between the sctpc and the s2. not good. [...]


in the course of last week, have finished reading Lem’s His Master’s Voice (Glos Pana) and now onto another book of his- the cyberiad. HMV was a delight. the only reason i can think why one would not consider it as serious literature is perhaps to do with how it approaches its issues and concerns [...]


And now hes home, and were laughing like we always did
My same old, same old friend
Until a quarter-to-ten
I saw the strain creep in
He seemed distracted and I know just what is gonna happen next
Before his first step, hes off again
Pearl Jam
a rather ambivalent week. it was quite a happy week, on first impressions, but it [...]


one of the very few mondays in which i am still at home instead of in camp. tomorrow i will go to tekong to help out with the combat survival training package for my troopers. upperstudy will not be there so it is a good time to try to get to know people in perhaps [...]


“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shore of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser Gate. All those … moments will be lost in time, like tears…in rain. Time to die.”- Roy Batty, From Blade Runner

having found the way to upload pictures onto [...]


a Goya post. Some of the images are cut off. click on them to get the whole thing.

Duel With Cudgels

Strange Folly

Saturn Devouring His Children

Pilgrimage to San Isidro

(Witches Sabbath) The Great He-Goat

The Dog

Here Comes the Bogeyman

Nobody Knows Himself

All Will Fail

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters
all this just the tip of the iceberg. spent the whole of [...]


compare the two and one realizes the former was the source for the latter:
Rhapsody on a windy night- TS Eliot
Twelve o’clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces [...]