Ah, christmas...


It comes and goes, just like any other day. Exchanged some presents from a few close friends, thats it. I feel that thats the way events should be celebrated. A small party with a few close friends. To make it really meaningful. Not some big party with loud noise and fights.


The merawoodians had a small party, hosted by Amanda. Thanks (:


I was kinda sick that day, had a taxing afternoon. I looked around that table, all the smiling faces and happiness. I realized, this year would be the very last year we all would be together. Benny has moved, I have moved, kenneth is taking NS next year. We've been a tight-nit group for many years. We'll come back often, but the convience of a calling someone down in a short notice is gone. But i guess that the time has come. That we'll be seprated. Yes, we'll keep each other's contacts, maybe go out time to time. But never will the group be as close together as before.


New year is coming, mistakes have been made. Mistakes that I, well, might next be able to correct. But Everyone knows, in order for a person/group/friendship to grow, we have to learn from pass mistakes, and move on. To me, too many mistakes have been made by me and my colleagues. At the cost of many friends, nothing can be done about it. We honor the fallen. For me, Honoring aint putting flowers on their graves everyday. Honoring people is to remember what they have done. Remembering them as the person they are.


I've been looking up into the sky these few days. Thinking of everyone i know, whether they hate me or not. Many dont treasure life and friends. I do. Now, everyone are young, the time when we make friends for company. But i've skipped a stage of my life, I've been forced to grow up too fast. My world is filled with people that make friends for money. Every teen wants to grow up faster. But when you're all grow up, you wanna be young again.


The year is ending, what will you do? Will you pass the year nonclantently? Or will you look back to the year and smile and the good things you've done and try to correct the mistakes?
I know what i do... Do you?...


Never the less, Merry christmas everyone!


I looked around the area, two enemies taken prisoner, 15 dead.
I radioed, " Okay guys and girls, put em on safe and let em hang, we're outta here"



Who dares, wins

Came back home very late the night before, had to alot of stuff. So the tiredness dragged over to today. Slept the whole day. Played a game with some friends of mine. 12 of us. One girl 's father brought 12 of a vest-like-thing. Its abit like the American MILES (Miltary Intergrated Learning Emulation system). But it aint it, US govenment wont allow. lol! The unit is like a backpack. We had this rifle-look-alike. The objective of the game was to score the most points by ''shooting'' the enemies. Different areas shot would translate to different amounts of points. We broke to 2 Teams, and we played. The ''battlefield'' was in one of our friend's condo. It was almost like real life war, lol. We would sneak around and try to find the team, and mayhem would ensue when we found each other. Think of it as Laser quest, but on a large scale... Played till around 2 am, Some guys even brought camoflage paint. That was really overdoing the whole ''war'' thing. Then we all went back home, reached at 3 am, walked back you see.

Tired as hell

Who dares, wins...

''TOC to entry team, green light''
''Roger that''

''Three''
We all looked at each other

''Two''
I opened the door slightly, and Garcia pulled the safety pin out

''one''
We heard two dull cracks.

''excute!''
I pushed open the door.

''excute!''
Garcia throw the grenade

''excute!''
And i flung myself in to chaos...

There was once a wise person that told me this: In life, there are 3 ways to go about doing things. Quality, Quantity and Cost, pick two. Ponder about it...

There was really nothing left of the area, fifteen bodies pulverised. Thousands of shards of equipment. It was like everything had gone through a snow blower, with a missing blade...

It left a foul taste in the back of my mouth, they were men like me. Men with dreams... They all might have wives, sons, daughters, girlfriends. They all had someone to worry about them. And i had taken them away from their loved ones... I looked around the bulkhead of the helicopter... Everyone had a pained look on their faces... Everyone felt the same as me... Doing things to protect our loved ones, friends, families... Yet we knew that we had just taken a person from the exact thing we held close to our heart... They were enemies 5 minutes ago, but now, they were brothers... Fallen brothers... They had died... To let us live...

Came back from cameron highlands yesterday, i was really tired. Cold and wet. No one at home, everyone all away, I hope theres another merawoods trips soon, dying to go out...

Cameron was okay, went to all the plantations there. Strawberries, tea and a honey bee plantation. But I tell you, food up there is really expensive! Went out with my cousins there, it was fun observing the senery. High up in the mountians...

I'm too tired to continue, I'll post more soon...


The place erupted in flames, I called on my radio
"target destroyed"
"Roger that, we're bingo fuel, Arr-Tee-Bee"
And I saw the navy jets return to their mothership, 600 miles away...