COMEX
POSTED AT 09:41 PM

Went for the IT exhibition today at Suntec. My gf offered to drive me down. A big mistake.

Obviously we weren't the only ones with a nose out for good deals. When we turned up at the road outside Suntec, just off the ECP, the traffic was horrendous. It seemed as if half the cars in Singapore all tried to squeeze themselves into the City Hall area and descend on the Suntec Convention Centre.

Suntec City carpark, obviously, was full. Millenia Walk carpark was full. Conrad carpark was full. It was an infestation of cars; they were here, there, everywhere! In the end we made do by parking along the kerb in the Marina Square carpark.

By then we were both pretty pissed off, because we were actually lucky enough to chance upon an empty lot at Marina Square. But it was a horrible day, and as if on cue some nitwit just barged his way into the lot while we sat there glowering, with our signal lights flickering.

A totally unproductive afternoon. Creative, the ever entrepreneurs, were smart enough to offer massive discounts on their 6GB zen micro - $90 off the retail price and an extra battery to boot. But of course, it was a horrible day, and everybody was making me seriously annoyed. I queued at the wrong line at the Creative booth, and by time I got to the real cashier, all the Zen Micros were out of stock, save the ugly blue ones. No way would I carry that around with me.

That settles it. I'm getting the Ipod mini.

Spitfire
POSTED AT 03:11 AM

It's all happening too fast...everything seems just to keep steam rolling by, and who would have guessed ... ROC is barely a week away already.

It is and will be the culmination of everything that we've done so far here on this course, and it will definitely not be easy. ROC lends a certain kind of realism that training here in Singapore cannot provide. And since things are going to be so real, they're definitely going to stress us out in every way possible. It's time to separate the officers from the cadets, and I don't even know if I'm ready to take the test yet.

It's always going to be a double-edged sword. To prove yourself you're going to have to jump into the mudpool and fight your way out. But there's always the chance that you come out dirtier than before. Some don't even come out.

I dread this because we're going to be spending 3 weeks away from home. Of course I'll miss this place, miss my family, miss my friends, miss my loved ones but I think what weighs most heavily on my mind is that it also means a 3 week period with no rest, no abatement and no time to catch our breath. It's a long dive from one end of the pool to the another, and we're not coming up for air.

I guess this is it, no? 9 months of work all comes down to the 3 weeks that lies ahead. 3 daunting weeks. Please give me strength to make it through, because I know I cannot walk it alone.