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To prevent this blog from being too melancholy or military I better start blogging about my civilian life:

Eversince the start of my national service I haven't been cycling at all... till today. That familiar thump on your butt whenever the rear of your bike lands from a step(I didn't get a softtail nor full suspension bike lah). Saw an acquiantance from poly but didn't say hi to her because I only realised who she was when I was about to turn away. Then cycled past DONkey's place where I remembered the time we had our TS reunion dinner at his place where we also played indian poker and whoever got the card from me would always lose the round and I don't know why, during the last few rounds mun and yogi lost and had to down melted chocolate mixed with a raw egg each, DONkey got it worse as he lost the final round and had to down a cup of raw egg mixed with ALOT of chili sauce and tomato ketchup(it was his idea but we gave him the smallest card)! Cycled to my sec school and I am proud to find out how much it improved eversince I left because the percentage of O-level passes is now 79.5, during my time the percentage was much lesser, ah beng school mah. Hopefully, the ah beng era in that school is long gone man.

My last destination was back at my old place in jurong west! Initially I just wanted to cycle to the area but the moment I got there I got this urge to visit my old house so I took the elevator and went to the door step, bicycle and all. What happened there also surprised me! I went up and started knocking the door, initially there was no response and my ex-neighbours(who forgot who I was because I moved 8 years ago) started looking at me with kay-poness till I identified myself. After knocking on the door for afew minutes it finally opened(maybe they thought I was a salesman in cyclist get-up) and I was so excited I stuttered my words till I stopped, composed myself and asked if I could enter because I used to stay there. The aunty was very kind to allow me in and even invited me to join her for lunch with her nasi bryani and ta-pao home for my mother but I was too embarrased to becasuse I didn't get her anything! Walking around my old home truely made me happy, the home where I stayed for 13 years and had many memories(good and bad) which started coming back to me. The mark on the floor caused by my sister and I when we were in primary school when we made our own "pizza", we took out the frozen pizza, put it on a porcelain plate, put it in the oven and took it out, we thought a cloth was enough till it got too hot we put it on the (cushioned)floor and when we took it out there was a melt mark on the floor which is still there today! Even though the floor turned more yellowish than when I left, it truely felt like I was home again. The place that I would dream about eversince I moved out till today invoked that cozy, warm and welcoming feeling you get inside like when you go back home after serving your 3 week confinement period in tri-service term. I walked over to those places in my ex-home where I used to spend countless hours playing my videogames at the living hall and computer games in my sister's room, exercise almost everywhere, do my pull ups using my (super strong)window grills which haven't been replaced, washing the kitchen and toilets, the ceiling that I remember trying to touch while I was growing(I remember running a distance and jumping with all my might just to touch it), the places in the house where I prayed, and I even remembered the places where I usually got punished! Floods of memories kept revisiting me at that time, memories I cherish.
So when I left, I wished them and my ex-neighbours a happy new year.

And to all my readers, Have a happy Chinese New Year and enjoy yourselves.