brave new world, yet it's the same old

So yes, I've officially stepped over to the other side, or should I say, made a long pilgrimage back to the more familiar side of the island, with thanks due to the posting. It was bittersweet, knowing that I actually had quite an attractive alternative being taken away from me, but oh well, we make do with what we have. So far, it's been uneventful. We're on course, and the people have really been nice enough, though rumours abound about so-and-so being monstrous and we all go, "Really ah?" - but really, does it matter? I know what it's like to be solely judged on first impressions, or worst, hearsay, so I'm not going to take it all in like a sponge, but see it for myself, and then maybe I'll believe, or maybe I won't. Touch some of the humanity within, everyone's got some to give and show, I say.

Meanwhile, I believe most of us still ache for the presence of the platoon, but already I feel the heartstring-tugging ebbing away. Humans forget, and why shouldn't we, instead of clinging on to something that sometimes can never materialise again. Keeping in touch is never easy, but once we do, it is worth all of its while. And maybe the same feeling may not be relived, but I'm content to rest well in the knowledge that I can still remember enough of that feeling in order to miss it.

Thank you God for all these years, that I can still remember what's most important to me.

long overdue, but here I am

So yes, a few things. My birthday's passed, so has ACPC, and the commissioning. Wow, it's really been a ride.

Both the birthday and the ACPC share a lot in common actually, simply because they were on the same day. All the tumultuous ragging and the midnight stampede aside, it was at best, endearing and at worst, plain raucous fun. Not that I'm a mad fan of it, but. They brought out a cake and a soft toy thereafter, and well, I guess I softened a little. How do you get mad with people who celebrate your birthday? So later on, was ACPC and the dining-in and all that. Post dining-in was a bad idea; turned into the reddest tomato red anyone could drag out of the closet. Because of some dare. Groggy, but never drunk, dare I say it.

More ragging between ACPC and the big day. Especially on the last night, whoa. And on the last day. And the very last day as well. Funny how it never seemed to end.

Let's just say the commissioning went well, and how everyone, including I, felt the sadness, nostalgia, and the feeling that rushes up your nose bridge. Oh well, all good things must come to an end, or at least a screeching halt. Soon these memories will fade, but hopefully the good ones will remain. The bonds forged and friends made - we'll try to relive them somehow, won't we? It's yet another time to say goodbye, all the best, and see you soon.