Of All Weathers

Rainy moments and damp moments took turns to march by our sides, and with their own sense of humour teased us for most of the twenty-four kilometres yesterday. When the company paused near Downtown East in the afternoon, there was a poster that said "There's a better way to get wet". And we pointed at it and laughed.

The Route: From Tanah Merah via Changi Village to Pasir Ris, also a popular cycling route.
The Mood: The rain made everyone happy. At least, some people seemed happier in the rain; we jumped into puddles like children, sang the alphabet song, ninety-nine green bottles etc. There is no better way to get wet, so there.
We had a tendency to sing most loudly whenever civilians (esp. pretty young women) walk past. Yea, braggarts we all are.
The Food: We had a good lunch. It's called Nasi Briyani. If we had lunch just twenty minutes later, it would be called Nasi Porridge.
It was during lunch we noticed the Tekong folks unboarding the fastcraft at the jetty. They must have had their parade in the morning.

Then at night the parents came to the parade and rammed our wet jungle hats upon our wet heads. But it was a nice touch that they let Dad and Mom do it. It's like giving them that chance to give us the strategic shove from chao recruit to chao private. Or from boy to man, or anything else along that line.


The Platoon Four Haka

My sisters and I

I don't know when's the next time I'll smile as brightly as that
because everything will get tougher after this and I'll find it hard to catch up.
I think that is about as much stuff as can be said online.

Ah, and I recommend Mou Zongxiao's blog
Armed and Dangerous! 不畏！不恐！不惧！
because life in Tekong is not too different from that in Pasir Ris.