I'm doing this so early in the morning because I fear I won't be able to do it later on.

Booking in at about 0740 in the evening, and won't be out for another 2 weeks. That's damn sian la, but who are we to complain anyway? Compared to the previous batches who had to serve 2 1/2 years, stay in the hell hole for 3 whole months before they actually come out.. and more importantly no use of the handphone.. can you imagine surviving in a pig sty for even a few days, without any human contact with others? Now we only serve a couple of years, have 5-day-weeks, good filling meals and the opportunity to connect with the outside world. And we're the first batch to enjoy PM Lee's new and best government implementation.. you have no idea the amount of vulgarities and curses spewed when my seniors, especially the ones a year older, heard about this. Come on guys, its only half-a-dozen months more ya?

I mean, what can you do in 6 months? Probably just find a job and earn some useful cash.. or go on a long holiday.. or maybe just play games hardcore like a geek. For some maybe get the chance to keep his girl friend, or spend the time chasing a potential one. Thats all, really. And also going home everyday? What are you guys missing? =P

Speaking of missing.. I just realised that I've been shut out of the outside world. Only 12 days, yet alot of things seemed to have popped up. S Han says The Aviator has been publicised widely; I haven't heard a whisper about it at all. Thomas Graveson has signed for Real Madrid?!.. the NBA has gone into trade frenzy.. my 3rd girl cousin has broken up with her boyfriend; I last saw them cuddling. The whole lot of tsunami relief talks and news hasn't reached Tekong, at least not to us.. Eunice Olsen, MP?? And there's this whole load of business exchanges and stock news that has rocked the world but not Tekong.

The only big news there is the rumoured death of a Raven recruit.. please don't let it be so. Taking a someone away at the age of 18, when boys are stepping on the path of dreams and adventure, is probably the most cruel thing one can ever do. Right now, guess the rest of us fellow recruits will be hoping for some news. Frankly, if anything happens, we won't have a moment's peace; the sergeants will be damn uptight and overtly concerned.

After a much prolonged spat, think I'm okay with my friend now.. there wasn't much in it in the first place. But a balloon is small until you blow it up ya?

Girl-guy relationships can be such a troublesome chore. Maybe it IS better to stay single. Besides, love at this age is all about exploring and experimenting; who gives a damn about seriousness? Anyway, I have to devote full attention to my newly wed wife.. have to oil her and polish her butt everyday...

Ya ya.. talking is so easy. So everyone just talks lor. I'll probably still be looking out..

Having dinner with my section mates later. I'll probably revert to my taciturn self, to prepare myself mentally for the 2 weeks ahead.. I mean, its always better to be cynical and pessimistic; at least you won't fall down that hard.

Hope I live to see the New Year..

Less than 20 hours before Tekong looms again. I'm down with a slight temperature and sever sore throat.. not really depressed yet, but getting close. I don't want to go back.. I want to stay at home. No dotA is ok; I didn't feel anything emotion at all playng that stupid game today. But Teck says my Slardar is scary, which sort of tugged at my heartstring. Just a little though.

Went to Beach Road to eat breakfast with my parents and bro, before meeting Fariq and Teck to buy our stuff.. saw Ping there making dog tag too. Wonder if anyone told that gay what to buy, but I can't worry too much. After all, he didn't bother to take our numbers, so what can we do?

I know its very irresponsible of me as a buddy. But responsibility has never been the focal point in my life.. coupled with the fact that he's a piece of shit-ass, I guess there's no case for him at all.

My relatives were damn happy to see me, though they laughed at my head.. then my cousin's boyfriend gave me alot of sound advice on NS, drawing from his vast experience. Chao keng lol.. but guess I don't want to be an officer, so no point pushing so hard. Just pass will do. Darn, my cousins talk alot of crap; I feel inferior compared to them. I need to polish up my crapping skills!

Anyway, do I look the sort of guy who will stoop to the level, such that he will do anything and everything for a girl?

Tired man.. I'll try and keep up as long as I can, before the sand man comes calling...

First book-out day! And I'm back home!

I was going to post yesterday, but the cpu hanged and hence everything was lost.. but no matter! I'll just write again! Lots of energy to use lol..

After some 12 days of intensive, grueling shitass training and aduse, the wanderer/adventurer has returned to his humble abode, abit bruised internally and externally here and there, but overall safe and sound.. you have no idea how much one misses civilian life until you actually spring out of the gentle embrace of home. We sometimes complain about our surroundings, yet when we finally escape from its evil clutches, one realises its not so evil after all. In fact its great la.. I miss my family, relatives, friends, computer, t-shirts and especially my hair, as well as etc^infinity...






Darn it, when I reached home my dear dog didn't recognise me for a moment, before he went into a frenzy, licking my face all over.. Mom was crying when she saw me in uniform lol, probably because I look so thin and gaunt.. Nonetheless its great to be back sia.






Counting the days until book-out day wasn't easy.. it was like numbering the pebbles on the beach one by one. Now I have to not look forward to book-in time..

Darn, thats so freaking tragic I have to pause for a moment and wipe a tear from my suddenly-red-eyes.

Anyway, my first confinement in NS can be described as a tale of 2 weeks.. yep they are so contrasting in nature: 1st week and 2nd week. Things got off to a very slow and demoralising start, so much I was willing to tear off my shirt and swim back to mainland.. I basically hated everything and everyone.

The first 7 days was hell man; I walked about like a dead drug-addict. The training was so rush, yet everything seemed to move forward in slow motion.. like we are doing alot of stuff yet its only about 9 am ya? Waking up at 5 am wasn't that much of a problem, but not being able to sleep was a major headache, literally. As such, I had to endure a whole week of tekaning by the sergeants, who most probably thought I was nothing short of an imbecile.. when wearing our camou helmets, mine was the only one without leaves, beacuse I caouldn't find mine lor.. come one dudes, I can't even see straight, how do you expect me to do anything right? But to be fair, sergeants Suhaimi, Kenneth and Derrick were very nice to us. Kinda miss our section head Samuel, but that can't be helped since the man's clearing leave.. I just couldn't keep up with the pace, and bad luck just hit me in the centre of my forehead.. I lost practically everything that could be lost. I told Warren Liaw, the head officer of my platoon Scorpion 3, that I couldn't adapt at all, so he told me to give it some time. But at that time, I was probably distraughted over the fact that Reubs and Wanyang were in different platoons, and Xianghui was next door. So emotionally affected that my marching was too stiff, my rifle drills so imperfect it looked like a joke, and I refused to talk to my section mates unless absolutely necessary, which is damn awkward since we do everything together. As for the rifle presentation, I basically took it from the Warren instead of pulling forcefully. I failed IPPT, and was appointed toilet IC on my second day.

Whoever thinks holding a gun is cool, go wash and rewire your brain man. The rifle is basically like a female companion, be it wife or girlfriend.. its even worse because if you lose it, you are dead. You can ditch any girl, but being confined disastrous. So much for being Rambo.. so much for being a Man.

It can't get worse.. can it?

We have two buddies assigned to each of us. Jeff is great, good natured and stuff, so we get along pretty well. As for Meng, I can't help cursing my luck. That loser is a total loser.. I was thinking the other day: there are like 200 people in Scorpion company, and there are like 10 000 people on the whole Tekong island. So why me? Why give me the absolute rock-bottom, the shit of the shit, the black sheep of the entire flock? That git is bed 5, and I'm 6.. if only Jeff was 5 instead of 4.. Basically anything that requires pairing up, I'm doomed.

I mean, how bad can it get? Meng is a freaking 18-YEAR-OLD. An adult. How bad can it be?

For a start, I'll rather have my 8-year-old cousin with me than him. At least Jiawei has a brain, even though the little guy is a little small on the side.. Meng has absolutely no common sense, no brains at all. And no consideration for others. For the first few days, that shit spent 1-plus hours SHOWERING after lights-out.. then he comes running in about 11-12am in his underpants, opens his locker which is beside my bed, and starts putting on powder and crap, taking up another 1-plus hour. He makes so much noise and shines his flashlight at my face, causing me to wake in shock and hence being unable to sleep well afterwards. When you wake up everyday around 4-plus, bad sleep can do alot of stuff to your head. I had to report sick to the MO because of sleeping disorder, causing dirty looks from my sergeant.. hence if anyone from my platoon wonders why I screwed up so much for the first week, you now know the answer.

Next: Meng can't wipe his own ass. He requires assistance.

Okay okay, he CAN wipe his own little white ass. But he can't do anything much after. He can't tie his own boots, can't fold his smart-four, can't tie his SBO and pack his field-pack. I had to help him with all that shit, and when I was scolded for being late because of helping him, that farker just looked nonchalent. No thanks at all. No gratitude. He even blames me for not doing a good job. Can you believe that? I stopped talking to him after 5 days, which probably explains why I feel better now. Yesterday during First-Aid test, I was paired with that loser for the first test.. I was supposed to treat him for stomach injury, and I did a pretty good job. The sergeant gave up full marks, and that farker raised his hand and stammered in his good-boy-whinny voice:

"Sergeant, he didn't tie the rope behind me properly."

(-_-")! Wtf?..

Later when Jeff joined us for the third test, I was the patient, and that gay was supposed to help Jeff to tie a sling. He just sat there and stared at us. At the end of it, Jeff was patting me on the shoulder.. if I had failed that easy test I would have castrated and then strangled that bastard there and there.

When we were doing the bashar for field camp, that shit brought all the wrong stuff. And he couldn't lift a finger to help me constructively, instead choosing to hit the peg for 20 minutes.. I had to do everything myself, which is close to impossible. Thus, everyone's tent was okay, and ours was in shambles. And best of all, that gif brought a PONCHO instead of a GROUNDSHEET.. I'm dreading field camp now.

As Fariq, my Malay section mate says, "In war, if we fight together as a section, we must first get rid of the internal threat."

Second week was like a breath of fresh air, probably because my section mates realised that Meng was a stupid git, hence they tried to make life easier. Hence, through this help, I sort of came out of my shell. Teck, Travis, Bong, Andrew, Joshua, Jeff, Ping, Fariq and Chin.. all nice guys. Jinni is also okay, but we don't talk much. Even so, I got on well with the rest of them. Teck is a dotA fanatic; Andrew, Travis, Bong and Fariq soccer freaks. And Jeff loves weiqi. I was like "Wtf, you like weiqi??" More importantly, this helped me to settle down, and thus my marching is smooth now, my rifle drills so much more improved, and the sergeants have stopped picking on me since they know my plight.. maybe S. Kenneth doesn't really like me, but he gave me alot of help in the first few days, so I'm grateful.

Scorpion 3 people are really nice. I didn't talk much to them for the first week, but soon after, it's like everyone knows everyone. And we really help one another and stuff, as well as encourage one another.. now everyone shouts "Meng! Is Meng here?" whenever we gather.. everyone giving me a helping hand is touching to say the least. Maybe they are just doing it to save their own asses, but at they are really nice people, like Alan, Shuqi (a.k.a pornstar), Sebastian, and many many others.

Called home everyday, so it wasn't so bad. However, it was the smses which were most comforting.. some from close friends and others. I just need one from her to light up my day; after it became regular in the second week nothing could bring me down. Maybe there is something? I shouldn't think like that now. She took down her blog after I found it.. maybe she doesn't want me to see it too. That's fine with me. Like skin tissue, we all have something to hide.

Think I'm damn dark now, after working out in the sun. Also, my muscles have grown considerably bigger, and my running is now crazy; I can do 2.4 without breaking into sweat or panting. My six-pack is coming along nicely (I wish).. Most significantly, I know how to take care of myself now. Washing clothes, packing stuff.. it requires fast actions. Maybe army life will be better after the nest book-in. I think in time I will become a more responsible dude, worthy of everyone's respect, including hers.

Singapore won the Tiger Cup sia.. Noh Alam Shah the hero, even though he missed the final. To Leo, Salas and gang, I told you so ya? He's the man. We got to watch to match on Sunday, but I spent the time sleeping instead.

Heard that a few guys got 17 days dentention barracks.. that effectively means unless they are filthy rich, their lives are ruined. Also, saw Chor Ming, Ziqian and Ka Yun at the medical centre looking very sick the other day. Hope they recover fast and take care. There's been alot of coughing and stuff going around lately; think the water is super contaminated. Travis and Mark got high fever, and Zhe Yuan was sent home after he hit 39. As for the 2 other officers-wannabes in my platoon, I shall now laugh at them. Really think being an officer so easy la. Choose between Air-force and Navy somemore, what a joke.

Chicago Bulls have won seven in a row in my absence! Does that hint anything?

Darn my laptop is screwed.. I can't play my original Chelsea anymore. I can't win my UEFA cup final, nor will I know ever whether I can sign Kezman and Emerton. Evil mood now.

In one last parting shot at the army..

I SHALL NEVER SIGN ON! NEVER!

*Army echoes back* "LIKE WE WANT YOU TO LIKE THAT! CHECK OUT THE FARKING MIRROR DUDE! YOU CAN'T DO FREAKING PULL-UPS AND YOUR BICEPS ARE NOT BIG ENOUGH!?! ALSO, CAN YOUR CHEST MUSCLES MOVE HUH? CAN IT??"

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.. whatever la.

From years to months, from months to days, from days to hours.. and I'm now counting in minutes. That's how terrible the situation is. I've been dreading this day since K2, and now it's finally here..

There was one time when I contemplated whether it was more blissful being a guy or girl.. I mean, girls have to give birth to children and be housewives, while guys have to slog in their careers and..

DO NS!!!

Of course now it's obvious I want to be male..

Haiz. I'm off to be a man now. Cya guys when I come out ya..

Hope I don't die in there.

It's Not Meant To Be by Andy Lim


I roll about in my bed,
Thoughts of you running through my head.
These thoughts are keeping me awake,
For losing you I just can't take.

You were like an angel sent from heaven,
Picking me up when I was down.
And in my foolish mind you were the one
The one I have been looking for.

But like an angel you appeared,
You were always out of reach
All I can do is hold on to,
A dream I just can't grip.

You told me that I don't bother you,
But inside I know I do
I know that I've never truly meant,
Anything to you

Should I carry on in my fantasy,
While the world leaves me behind?
No one can ever catch a dream,
So why should I even try?

But the thought of me loving you,
And you loving me too.
It pulls me back to holding on,
To the dream that is called you.

Your smiles are always bright,
Your laughter oh so warm
But then I feel a chill inside,
When I know I don't belong

All I'll ever be to you,
Is a friend you once knew
There won't be any sparks between us,
When I'm just someone new.

They say love is like a flame.
That it burns you up inside
And smoke will rise to blind your eyes
Till you cannot see the light.

Perhaps that's why I hold on tight
To something I know that will never be mine
Or is it your grace, your smile that blinds
That causes me to lose all reason and mind.

I guess I misread your smiles and grace
From pity I turned it into embrace
All you felt was sympathy for me
Is that the reason you humour me?

I'm sorry for me bugging you
Sorry for being such a fool
I guess we'll never be more than friends
And I'll just have to be content.

Like a soul who's afraid of dying,
Will never learn to live.
I'm a guy, who's afraid of losing,
And will never learn to give.

Last night, I was talking to three people on msn for a long time.. the mood swings were extreme; first apprehension, then excitement, then happiness.. then suddenly things took a turn for the worse. Began to get worried, which was soon followed by anxiety, and then finally melancholy.. For a change, I was the one whose mood worsened by others. So happy a few moments ago, yet so sad at the end of it all..

Melancholy. Haiz. Seem to never be able to shake off that word.

Anyway, can we actually define the difference between love and friendship? It's a question that has been puzzling me for ages, and it came out in full force last night.. how do actually thread on the thin line between reason and insensibility? To know when to let it flower in it's full glory, or let it remain as a bud, chaste and serene? Makes you wonder.. whether to go for the one-ride thrill, or enjoy something that might remain forever. Because once you step on, there's no turning back.

Admist all these angst, I shall emerge more sorrowed by the fact that I'm going NS! 28 more hours before I book in for the first time, counting in hours and not days liao.. no more slacking.. no more lan.. I'm positively wallowing in self-pity ya? But hey, at least I'm not half as suay as Serene's friend Pingyong.. injuring yourself a few days before you book in is definitely not a good idea, especially when you have to wait three months. No wonder he was so pissed.. But come to think of it, I might be transferred to pes E too. My retina tear seems to be serious; not really sure why that quack doctor said I was ok, but I thank him anyway for giving me at least a pes B. I can't imagine being a clerk.. so tiu1 nian3 haiz.. but better then being blind right. Come to think of it, no wonder no one else sees little sparkling things floating in the air but me. There's this saying:

"People laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at them because they are all the same."

This sounds definitely stylish.. but in actual reality, not really that good an idea ya? There's this word called circumstance...

Anyway, I know everyone has been wiggling in suspense for the first look at the Great White Dog.. the demon which threatened the very existence of stout adventurers Huiling and Mingyong.. the very creature which has frightened away torrents of daring explorers who had dared even to come close...

The BANE of everything that is good and bad!

Which is everything!

Brace yourself!










*Baited breath*












*Girls faint and guys puke*







But seriously.. he's damn cute. At least to me la. I can poke him and whack him and push him around.. and he will still lick my hand and sleep at my feet. After all, he was my Sec 1 birthday present. And in case I forget, his name is Wedge. Almost everyone thinks it's my love for potato wedges that gave Wedge his kantang name.. but actually his name comes from Starwars character and hero Wedge Antilles..

Potato. I really will name my dog after a food la..

She wants to see my blog.. I'll probably delete everything on my blog, smash her moniter and kill myself before I give her the address.

Thus, I shall go and eat my breakfast.

One whole minute before the 7th.

I chose this moment so I can say tomorrow's one whole day free for me, instead of saying tomorrow I'm going NS.. it's sort of a psychological problem. Avoiding the issue? Sounds like it.

Third potential last blog before I go NS.. I'm very scared now, positively shaking in my toes. I need to make full use of this entry, to write what I feel, to complain, to bitch, to CRAP!!

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I got nothing to say. Haiz.

Don't know why I'm so foolish.

I know friends help each other.. friends try and make each other happy... But going out of their way, making the extra effort? Especially when the other party seems unmoved by the actions.. that's plain stupidity.

I feel like I'm being played like a puppet on strings, willingly moving my hands and feet to entertain.. like a young spaniel, always ready to gambol around her ankles and lick her hand, to be shunned aside whenever the need arises.. a little-used book like the street directory, to be consulted when lost, to be left in the dust for most of the time otherwise.

My other friends say they are envious of her.

I really don't know about that. Wish she would feel something though.

Right now, in a clearer mood, my other, more rational self silently urges me:

"Give it up dude. It's not worth it, and you know it."

I wish it was that easy, partner.

After stating the low quality of an entry I posted, I had to write one even more worthless than the previous.. can't believe I actually couped someone else's topic and elaborated on it. It's like.. the next post is 10% more crap and worthless than the previous.. you can try doing a gp series and calculate sum to infinity of a Jx Ultimate Crappy Post.

Must be getting desperate.. of all topics, religion?? I shudder at the thought of discussing stuff like that.

Anyway, today Salas pounced on Taffy in the pool, and the poor sod let out a girlish shriek of agony. Reminds me of a discussion I had with Leo.. we were talking about the weakest guy in class, and I remember me saying "Hey, if I fought with Weibin or Reubs, I won't lose." And Leo said "Yea, I agree. So I guess.."

Then Taffy shrieks.

Then whines "Leonard.."

"Ming Hong pinched me."

I swear it was at that exact moment. I know it's too gay to be true, but.. things happen.

You can ask Leo for clarification, but guess he's too busy.. I can't believe I actually called Mingyong "fairygoddaughter".. but guess I'm too tired.

Two days before NS, and I think I can manage two standard pull-ups.. sian, think I'm super unfit. And super unprepared for NS. Taffy and Reubs knew what to buy at beach road today; I was walking around clueless.. can't believe I didn't even know what a ziplock bag was. So I bought a milkybar instead.

Darn, paying standard fare now is such a pain.. after getting caught two days in a row and escaping, I shall continuing posing as a student to avoid paying adult fare. Really want to take away our last days of freedom la.. screw the bus services. Though saying I retained was a bit embarassing, but saving close to five dollars makes it all worthwhile; I'm very VERY deep in shit financially. If only I could make use of one of those numerous job offers I have up my sleeve...

Damn, the bank job pays 100+ per week.. could have been rich.. but no, NS had to be in Jan.

Got Minghong a job. Now looking up one for someone else.. should be quite easy; many companies want girls, not guys. Talk about sexist? I think the world favours girls more than guys.. Maybe one day girls will rule the world, and than guys are only playthings and reproduction creatures.. won't happen in my time though; I'm a MCP. But that doesn't mean I'm gay. I almost got hit by a car while looking at a knock-out today, but seriously, it's the kind that will make any sane guy's eyes pop out.. in case anyone's wondering, Reubs didn't even flinch. After that, I made sure I stayed at least one metre away from him.

Wondering what I should do to spend my last 48 hours.. but guess things will come naturally.

Maybe I'll even be dead by then.

In my anxiety to post an entry, I wrote crap for the previous one. Who cares about anime anyway? So what if Kira wages a personal innate battle? We all do, and some people come out more scarred than others. That's life.. if one falls and stumbles, bruises and cuts cannot be avoided...

After reading Xiaxue's blog last year, I came across it for the second time today.. and she posted an extremely meaningful entry on religion. The way she condemned blind faith and fanatism was outrageously rude, but the truth hurts anyway.. don't you just hate people who preach on and on about religious teachings, and in the end stretch their skinny hands out for money? I can't help but shudder at the idea of handing the church 10% of my salary; why the hell do people have to pay so much? Surely there are other means of getting donations, and how much does a church need anyway for upkeep.. I'm not sure if they use their money to help brothers in need, but personally I don't think so. Can still remember the time I told Mrs Yap I didn't believe in religion.. I believe religion was created to answer Man's fears and questions at a time when science wasn't as prominent as today... Anyway, it's not anyone's position to comment on such stuff. All I can say is, I'm an aethist, and I'll remain one.

Saw Shuang Han and her sister yesterday at PS.. wonder if we waved at the right one... I wish I had a twin brother.. looking at the twins I've seen so far, it seems great. We can play soccer, form a formidable 1-2 punch, be a twin terror at dotA, slack at school, go home together... Haiz, the endless possibilities..

So many things to wish for.. so many heartbreaks to endure...

3 more days to make it all!

I know this is excessive and totally a waste of time. But I only have officially SEVEN days left.. so a blog a day to make up for the eminent influx of a huge patch of empty space. It's not that I don't have anything to write; I do. Just that a case of overdoing.

Feeling extremely cynical right now, after a nice new year day watching vcds on the com on day long.. finished half of Yi Tian in the afternoon, then went on to Gundam Seed.. I know I mentioned this a few months back, but I have to say this: Zhang Wuji is one lucky bastard. Can anyone give me a Zhou Zhiruo for my belated Christmas present? I'll be your friend for life, and I won't mind a Zhao Min either. Promise. It got a little boring after a while, after this guy became too powerful and totally invincible.. but hey, better than watching long suffering videos like Korean dramas.. darn, I feel pity for Mr Lovesick Song Qingshu; even his name sounds gay, but who am I to complain anyway? Anyway, I hate to say this, but I feel a slight resemblance regarding our predicaments.. By the way, ah lians may be loose and probably dumb bimbos, but you can't deny they have style.. plus some, not all, can be eye-catching. My cousins are all lians, but unfortunately not in the same class.. saw a few mesmerizing ones during yesterday's pool session, and I played damn badly...

(o.O)!

I cry when I watched touching stuff, even anime.. does that make me a weak guy? Or to put it nicely, a sensitive emotional guy. Anyway, I was all choked up while watching the last few episodes of Gundam Seed.. it's a story about a war between Naturals and Coordinators, which are genetically enhanced humans.. the plot revolves around two Coordinators, childhood friends who find themselves on opposite sides.. Kira fights for the Earth Alliance and the Naturals to protect his Natural friends, while Athrun wants to end the war. In the mean time, it shows how Kira tries to avoid getting involved, while later finding out he is the Ultimate Coordinator, created by sacrificing countless lives to make the greatest fighting machine... rather heart wrenching when you see the personal battle going inside of him; Kira doesn't want to fight, yet he has to. In the mean time, he comes into conflict with his best friend, and sees his comrades fall one by one beside him.. There's one line in the anime I particularly like, coming from the mouth of a evil clone Raul Cruz:

"Humanity will be swallowed by the darkness they created."

It's not the fighting of Gundams that makes the show one to watch; the storyline is a one which does not only base on fiction alone. It's a protrayal of the future of Mankind.. there's this part, a scene where a dialogue is going on.. about how humans want to be better than each other, to be the best in everything.. hence arousing jealously and ventually war. When you think about it, we will never know contentment. Hence, inevitable destruction lies in wait.. Humans are slowly creating their own destiny, one which does not include themselves in the distant future... Anyway, the music is almost magical, while the characters seem to be alive, with their feelings and thoughts.. In case anyone's wondering, the SEED actually means people with special destiny. It follows the theory that in extreme situations, one can find additional strength within himself, when he is fighting a battle he cannot lose..

Have you ever realised, one finds more purpose fighting for the cause of a love one, compared to himself..

Food for thought...