It’s refreshing to get back to my room, breathing in the fresh scent of Air Wick’s freshener. I have this thing with air fresheners/ aromatherapy candles filling up the spaces in my bedroom, especially those ocean breeze type. It just makes me, happy. Haha. And then I would just stare at my wall of inspirations and admire my works and others. Thick skin but there’s nothing more than a great sense of satisfaction upon seeing your own works right. Plus a two-metre long pop art pull up banner is standing at the corner of my room; bringing back memories of the Lollipop! party.

NDP 08’s nearing. Those noisy jetplanes love flying over tekong. Made me miss NDP 07. And like coincidental enuff, was clearing up my shelves just now in the morning and chanced upon an untitled DVD. Popped it in and there it was, the footages we shot for last year’s NDP. Suddenly all those good ole memories came rushing in. The times we got sick of eating KFC, got introduced to NS food (apparently baked beans are like a staple, I don’t know why), getting tanned every Saturdays, while getting all the correct shots control room people wanted. It’s really a different feeling to be part of a joyous occasion rather than just, watching them.

Then it made me remember my birthday. And as if it’s a domino effect, it vividly reminds me of the ups and lows during that period. Like what a cheebei.

I love my life. Hah.

Was having one of those free time in the bunk the other day and looking at my weight monitoring chart. (By now, you should know that I’m in a company that will see two batches of ordinary bmt recruits pop-ing, to put it simply, im in that island for 26 weeks.) Yes, we have weight monitoring charts, we are banned from eating junk food in the bunk and we have a bra strap that monitors our heart rate.

Then I counted my BMI, got a wee bit shocked, and then stared at the chart.

For me to get back to a healthy BMI range, I need to lose at least 1.3kg each week before my pop. I tink I’ve lost abt 8kilos since i got enlisted. never mind aunties and uncles who joked around telling me that there’s no difference in me. What, they think I just went for liposuction? Goodness gracious.

On another note, I think my savings’ depleting. And I think reality slaps me again and again telling me that I’m now earning less than 400 buck a month and not in 4-figure sum anymore.

ciao.