for lack of creativity on title: blog entry 170404

pretty slack week. bmt just started and the cpls are now unofficially, or perhaps officially non-existent. hardly see my platoon these days. with almost all the old almond cpls clearing leave, the nostalgia and sentimentalism greatly diminishes too. guess it might be better this way, being the last few to leave, the anxiety to regain freedom supercedes any last strands of sentimental attachments to Bravo Coy. it's the right time to leave too, bravo is at the threshold of an era - the kennedy adminstration. in army at least, an openly dictatorial regime is arguably better than an insidiously faux-democratic, elitist management. the former becos of the many token AARs that seek to 'hear the views on the ground' and then placate the teeming rank and file by avoiding to answer the root of the questions or extending way beyond the original topic. the latter cos al presidente kennedy seem to think that the only commanders in bravo are the officers. and considering that he is even capable of threatening to make specialists march with the recruits, it perhaps serves only to highlight the failure of the officer cadet school to bridge the decision makers and the ground with the faux-superiority and self-righteousness it inevitably ingrains in its cadets. whatever.
sold my DS duty to winnie and booked out happily for my weekend. had dinner with chen and xander @ st julien in fullerton waterboat house as an early celebration of my 21st birthday. pretty decent place though the ambience appear to be slightly overated. they say the only child in the family has problems making friends and all the sociopathic shit. yet i guess the lack of sibling kinship is more than made up by a greater sense towards friendships. like what i said to chen and xander, they're like the closest thing i would ever have to siblings. and that's why they ain't my friends, they are brothers.
after dinner we went down (or more appropriately up) to City Space at swissotel. drinks are pretty ok priced, but they've got some pretty uber bourgeoise shit in the menu - some iranian caviar that costs a whooping $500 ++ for 50 gms. now i do want to give my brothers a decent treat but that's way way way outta my league. the view at the 70th storey is panaromic to say the least. it sort of reminds u how insignificant everything is and that in the bigger scheme of things nothing really matters at all. yet at the same time u can't help but to submit yourself to the grandeur and inspiring view of the entire night cityscape of singapore. well anyway the taint on the perfect evening lie in the fact that we couldn't get the window seats which in hindsight might have been even therapeutic in coaxing chen to face up with his fear of heights.....