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Saturday, 18 August 2007

..the lord came at 23:17

Wednesday, 1 August 2007

..the lord came at 23:11

Monday, 23 July 2007

It's been quite some time since I last wrote words here in my blog. Recently I didn't have much to write, instead I found it more meaningful to post pictures that contains captions. As the saying goes, a picture paints a thousand words. I'm sure the pics have painted atleasta million words now. =)

Well, life's been the same for me. Work my ass off, have a few games of dota and sleep, same tedious cycle over n over again. (oh yes did i forget to mention eat?)
When will I ever see the light at the end of this black black tunnel of SAF?

I still miss the BMT (basic military training) days though it was a phrase that every soldier dreads going through.. tough training and tekan-ing nonetheless, strong sense of brotherhood lingers. I still remember me and my buddies used to loiter around the corridors, peeking at this first sergeant who often stood at the 3rd floor opposite our block. Sometimes, we would play "hei bai pei" make the loser interact with her. Haha.. childish huh?

Few months later, I was besieged with an illness which limited me from combat training. I was downgraded to PES C and re-vocated to a storeman cum clerk after my BMT. Thats when I got posted to S4 logistics branch and got to know the girl we've always been curious about. Her name is Siti. She's hella' friendly and cheerful girl whose presence alone brightens everyone's day.

Last week she told us she's going to get married this weekend, with a guy from my camp which I thought was so sweet. I knew the guy too, whom I always jio to go smoke together. Quite a nice guy, quite a nice girl, quite a good match.

3pm in the afternoon, the mood was high. Every one was getting ready to knock off. then came a call from the Traffic Police. It was a call that shell-shocked everyone, hoping it never came. Siti met with a traffic accident on the BKE in which the whole motorbike flung into the canal. I am struggling to type this, she was pronounced dead on the spot. Pillion rider was seriously hurt, her future husband to be.

I miss making coffee in the office with her, miss waving to her from afar. Miss that sparkling smile of her's, and her jokes that never failed to brighten up my day. Now I know how it feels to lose a good friend, a great commander. Memories is all that's left.

P/S: My 1,478th dota Godlike streak is dedicated to 1SG Siti Nur Baidura. Rest in peace, Siti.