And It All Comes Back in the End

For reasons not worthy of mention (really!), the army uniform was recovered from that old, steely stash of manhood-ness.
I visited an old barracks (not my camp, though I spent a week there before), smelled that familiar armour metal smell and spent a quarter of a day with a number of new boys, for a start.
I was and still am pretty surprised. That, surprisingly, it turned out to be easy. A bunch of smelly boys getting together, joking/poking around. You know, that kind of stuff.
It was easy.

I have the habit of cutting my adolescence up into different parts. While other parts are bursting with rainbows and pretty flowers, this is a part which few people shared, which I dreaded and which my nubile mind, unknowingly, always fought against.

狂奔: 6

如果有一件事是重要的。
最后，转身，有你的背影。

（23／02／2009）

Some Things Wild

Recently, I cannot stop listening to these:

1. The Virgin Suicides OST (2000), Air
2. Med sud I eyrum vid spilum endalaust (2008), Sigur Ros
3. Where the Wild Things Are OST (2009), Karen O and The Kids

Loaned The Virgin Suicides OST from my editor. Don't know if it still can be found in CD shops?

And nope, I haven't seen WTWTA yet and really, I really can't wait (caught the cringe-inducing New Moon though). Please, please open in Singapore soon. As I wait impatiently, once in a while, I go to here and look at other wild and pretty things.