Make a CHANGE

I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend;
you could cut ties, with all the lies, that you've been living in, ohh.

So yesterday (or should I say, the day before), I went to one of the better meteor showers and star parties that I've had in a long while, thanks to the moon hiding itself (to some degree) and better weather than last year's epic fail weather AND clouds.

It's good to see all the astro folks again, though most people from my batch aren't really around anymore. Changi Beach's been improved from the last time I went there, there's now a Park Connector Network kiosk there and proper clean public showers, like East Coast. And I think it might be nice to bike overnight from there to somewhere and just camp out there relaxing, solo or otherwise.

Maybe I'll do that in the block off/leave scheduled for January.
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The upcoming month looks and feels packed all at once, I think it's just a normal side function of December. Christmas is coming but somehow it hasn't sunken into me just yet (maybe because the only visible indication in camp is a big circle around a calendar and a miserable piece of paper wishing everyone seasonal greetings stuck on some bunk door). End of years always end up being a little different because they mark landmarks in time. It's almost always a period of transition and something just changes.

I'm looking into my second year as a soldier and my last as a fulltime one. I'm staring into events and plans that I've made for myself, hopefully to develop myself. But it's an odd sensation when I look back on my year of 2009 and smooth the pages in my planner, seeing all the creases on the spine and feel the impressions of my pencils across the pages.

I've been on a reading spree recently going through all the issues of The Economist and Forbes that I held off reading because I wanted to finish my NLB books. Looking at all the articles, I get a sense of how the world's a little too filled with problems. That thought came to me through what must have been the 4th issue I forced myself to plow through (you've all probably seen how dense the blasted articles are, and trust me they're on the dry side). But occasionally I'd come across an article that'd bring a smile to my face or talk about something uplifting. And I suppose that at least there's comfort in the thought that every problem out there probably has at least someone working on a solution. So there's hope just yet.

Current Music: Love Song by Sara Bareilles

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