When the cold wind blows

In case any of you cared *cross my fingers and hope you do* i am back in hell's resort at Tekong for my Basic Military Training.
Again.
I shun from going into the details of why it's the second time. *looks down innocently and twiddles fingers*
Anyways, one week has passed and i am still alive to "blog" about it, so cheers for that.

Epsilone: Hey dude, why did you start a blog when you will be stuck in tekong all week long and won't be able to update it?
*pause*
Me: Well... I... Erm...
*real long pause*
Me: Hey dude, why did i start a blog when i am going to be stuck in tekong all week long and won't be able to update it?
Epsilone slaps Me with a giant trout

After some thinking-through thou, i have come to realize that all this makes perfect sense. Really. I mean, on every one of those oh-so-cold-lonely nights in Tekong, as i lie on my bed, countless thoughts pour into my mind.
Things like - computers, girls, the-shit-training-today, girls, movies, girls, new-vulgarities-learned, girls, "e=mc2", girls, the-shit-training-tomorrow, girls... and so on and so forth.
You get the picture.
If i can recollect all those and project them to words here voila~ you guys will have enough "blog" to read for a lifetime. (And yes, that is the amount of stuff that go on, on that mind of mine.)
P.S. I am still working on the part about putting them to words thou.

Okay, this is getting abit too lengthy. I shall end here with a word to all the girls out there - every night before you sleep, blow a kiss across the oceans and sent it this home-sick, love-sick, medically-sick, sickly boy off-shore on a island they call, Tekong. That should keep me warm at night. ha.

Oh. When the cold wind blows.