my.escape

martes, noviembre 30, 2004

[ 725. Genting ]

Back from genting, not very tired. To keep this short and letting me savour every single moment describing my genting trip to you, i'll shall give you a preview first.

Saw quite a few changes since last year that i went. Nonetheless, the trip wasn't exactly that happening, considering that i only had a companion, unlike last year's gang of eight.

Going back to work tomorrow. I'm crazy, isn't it?

Ok... perhaps i shall relent and talk about something else. Something relating to the trip, actually. For a start, it should be noted that reading hansel's blog always bring out an unaccountable thirst of blogging. That chap has been lamenting about how his blog has become more and more public each day. From eric, to me, to weiming. Well, his conjectures for this observation can be found in his blog. To enlighten you, hansel, anyway, i remembered sharing your url with weiming once at the specialists' mess. Cheers.

Hansel speaks of complexity in his speech, i beg to differ; ~~simplicity~~ being simple is my ~~preferred way of communication~~ style. I, for once used to be like him. I wanted my blog to be simple, private and for my eyes alone. At the ~~dawn~~ start of the blogging craze, i kept my url very personal, about as personal as my atm pin. That ~~accounts for~~ explains the 9 n's in my url. One months, two months. That's all it took for my to share the secret, after much ~~probing~~ bugging by my ~~acquientances~~ ~~acquiantences~~ friends. In any case, it has since then changed its mode of operation: this 'blog' has became a public journal for communication purposes and for those busybodies out there to satisfy their ~~lust for invasion of privacy~~ curiosity. Somewhere else exists ~~a privately owned counterpart of this blog~~ another private diary.

Heck, enough about journals. I shall keep my genting diaries till then. I'm beat.

Shannon left at 10:53 p. m..

domingo, noviembre 28, 2004

[ 724. Pissed ]

Today was mob. Haha. I was "happened to be in the area having breakfast in my uniform". Oops.

Ok, i'm going genting tomorrow. But i'm not exactly very excited.

I'm tired, and pissed, and irate.

Came back home to realize that bro has touched many of my stuff, including some very personal items. Gladly he used them for his own, oblivious to how i'd think and react if i knew he borrowed it without asking for permission at all. Perhaps, he knew that i'd disagree. But, you don't expect me to lend him things like THAT.

Damn you, bro.

What made matters worse? When i told mom she just simply asked me to bear with it and give in to my brother.

HOW THE HELL DO I GIVE WAY TO MY BROTHER WHEN IN THE FIRST PLACE HE DOESN'T EVEN GIVE A DAMN TO ME AND DISREGARD ME WHATSOEVER AND DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THE BASIC RESPECT SUCH AS THE RESPECT OF MY PRIVACY AND MY THINGS?!

Damn you, bro.

You ain't no bro of mine.

Shannon left at 1:36 a. m..

viernes, noviembre 26, 2004

[ 723. Boards ]

Been working on these large monitoring boards in the ops room for the entire week. Yes, entire week. Less today, that is.

Ok, i'm "boss-less" for the next 2.5 weeks. So it's havoc time!!!

It's pretty tough to work on those 1.5 metres by 1.5 metres (estimate) boards alone, printing, laminating, pasting, aligning, ripping, changing, cutting, and cursing those labels, cards and magnets. Doesn't really help when people don't give constructive comments, as how brian would put it. Nonetheless, some actually did help. Yeah, fabian for one. So much so that he actually cut himself accidentally.

"...I feel bad."

Oh damn. So i did three OTs for the past three nights, skipping lunch, and having late dinners. Just to do those damn boards. And when today i wanna take off to go extend my passport and collect my camera, someone screamed. Just for hints, it's not someone very senior in rank. Dammit.

Thank God, that at least i have understanding officers.

Nonetheless, i'll be going to extend my passport, collect my camera, then return to unit to finish up the boards.

Yes.

Then this sunday, OFF TO GENTING WILL I GO!!!!!!

Shannon left at 7:40 a. m..

domingo, noviembre 21, 2004

[ 722. Genting ]

Wheeeee... i'm going to genting next week! Wheeee!!!

Finally, AOE's over so it feels somewhat like a new chapter from this week over. For one, think i'm gonna ask boss for an extended break, since he'll be on leave anyway.

Well, let's go on something more serious. You don't hear me saying this often so here it goes: I'm broke.

Yeah, and the cause of it: a student who haven't paid me his fees, and the uncollected money for the presents for all the birthday babies this month. Ouch.

Talking about birthdays, i'm not done with liow's card yet. Sharks. I'm going nuts...

Shannon left at 5:57 p. m..

sábado, noviembre 20, 2004

[ 721. Sing ]

Three days, two sessions. Like water from my tap, money was all devoted to our recent craze of ktv. Thursday, crazily, eric and i had dinner with bso and lta boh. On a wild spur of idea, we ended up in the kbox at the eighth storey of cineleisure. Not to mention, we spent five hours, cracking our throats on that blasted system. The usual hits of today took their turns on that tv screen. But with lta boh, you'll start hearing those songs you thought you heard when you were still a secondary two kid. Well, it wasn't too long ago, anyway. For me it's merely seven years. Muahahaha. Today was the latter of the sessions. With xianjin and dy, that makes another foursome at partyworld today. Interestingly, the songs were still as fresh though we sung the bulk of it just two days ago. Think it's the company sometimes. Haha. Strolled down the street to meridien food court for the korean food. Headed back to orchard popular for a cardboard, before eric and i went down to ikea to buy a photo frame for liow. Ended up buying more, like the clothes hanger for the bunk and a shelf for my office. So tired, that we were knocked out on our way back on the shuttle bus to amk. So tired, that i took a cab home. Awww. Whatever happened to my resolution of saving money. Oops. Hehe.

Shannon left at 10:17 p. m..

[ 720. Worship ]

Went down for worship night last night. It's been a long time since i last went to worship God in such an extended time, such a devoted time. I miss the times of peaceful and joyful worship. Just me and God. Music and words that flowed like grace from Him to me.

Some thoughts flowed through my mind. You know, the same human cycle that everyone has to go through. From birth, to toddler-hood, to childhood, to teenage, to army, to student life, to working life, to marriage, to parenthood, to retirement, to grandparenthood, then, to death. Is that it? What comes after that? Is it the end of an essay, just like the dozens we did back during gp?

Many, many questions, and as usual, without answers.

I know, that small little book, the mighty One up there has answers. But only i hold the decision to ask, or to open that book to seek for answers.

I knew God forgave me, but ultimately, i can't forgive myself.

At least, not totally yet.

Shannon left at 1:05 p. m..

[ 719. AOE ]

Given that i'm such an opiniated, blatent, blunt and bitchy blogger, ever wondered why i haven't penned my two (thousand) cents' worth of comments for AOE? For one, mom forget to bring the laptop home. And for two, let's try something different for a change.

A couple of lessons learnt during AOE. No, nothing classified, nothing to do with the army stuff so all you spies just forget about snooping around here and you guys working for msd can jolly well be assured that i'm not dropping anything.

Point one alpha. Off is welcomed, but highly controversial when given differently within a platoon. No doubt, some departments deserved more than others, but by announcing the differences in off publicly is as good as command suicide.

(And eric, this is my blog. My freedom of speech. Cheers. =p)

Point one bravo. You can't expect everyone to like you. Especially when you make highly controversial decisions.

Point one charlie. Concentrate on your driving and stop thinking over the offs you've awarded to your guys, or rather, the backlash after the announcement.

Point two alpha. You can be stressed, but that doesn't give you the prerogative to start slamming tables and slamming people for being slow. It's fundamentally rude, even if you held rank and appointment. You don't want a situation that people only respect that bar(s) on your epaulette alone.

Point two bravo. Similarly, you can be busy, to quote you, "Everyone is busy, but you have to know which things are more urgent." Yes, that's why i'd do a major's work first before yours.

Point three. I never knew some people can be so heartless so as to refuse to let me take a photo for a fellow ops spec's birthday card. Even if you hold something personal against me, do it for your upperstudy's sake.

In conclusion, i'm disappointed. Not with the exercise, definitely.

Shannon left at 11:51 a. m..

domingo, noviembre 14, 2004

[ 719. Hansel's Finger ]

Quoted this from hansel's blog. Never knew i could be so evil that i was rolling on the floor, exploded with guffaws of laughter.

"I, the great matyr, have managed to sacrifice myself yet again for another worthy national imperative. Line laying across the road is easy, if you absolutely know how.

Step one, lay the line diagonally across a road so that minimum contact with tyres is achieved at any one point of time, reducing the line's culpablility of snapping.

Step two, stoop down on all fours, prostrate before the holy d10 and pile squalid, soppy chunks of soggy earth onto the line and cover well with one's bare hands.

Step three, pat the hunks of soil into a conpact mound over the line to protect the line from breaking and cushion the impact of vehicles.

Step four, in the even that you are wearing an SBO, helmet and rifle, be so kind and ease the burden of work and sling the rifle to the back of your SBO so that it does not intefere with your little soil-play.

Step five, shove against the mud hard enough that the rifle dislodges itself from its hind position and swivels on a sling pivot 180 degrees in front of you with maximum force.

Step six, position your fingers such that the butt of the rifle rams at a perfect angle against the fourth finger of your left hand as it swings in full momentum.

Step seven, reel back in horror as you try to accomodate the pain that follows.

Step eight, get up to notice a startling anomaly: that you have whitted your fingernail clean off its nail bed and it has been ripped off, from nape to root, still attached to your soft pulpy finger bed beneath the cuticle by two filaments.

Step nine, digest the reality for about 5 seconds.

Step ten. Panic. Omigod omigod."

Forgive me. How could you not laugh at an event as such?

Shannon left at 10:05 p. m..

[ 718. Photos ]

I miss my photos. Badly. Not to mention that my camera is malfunctioning. Badly. It's on its usual mood swings again. Badly. Heck, i'll send it for repair next week.

I promise, photos will be up in two weeks time. Bare with the absence for a while more.

For the time being, i'll continue to rip photos off people's blogs. Spare me for doing that. Cheers. =)

Shannon left at 5:38 p. m..

sábado, noviembre 13, 2004

[ 717. Godeatgod ]

Just went to watch this play with weiming earlier. Decision was more upon impulse, rather than the urge to really wanting to watch it. Heck, in any case, i watched it.

As stated in the sypnosis, this was a post 9/11 production. Something written in response to 9/11, to terrorism. To the meaning in life, and of life. To many things that people feel today, which was evidently absent in the lives of people before the 21st century.

Some discussions were brought out in the midst of the play. About how the actor felt about terrorism. Do we feel threatened in a world today? Especially in Singapore, when terrorism has striked almost all our neighbours? Yes, i'd say. Even though the sight of patrols around key installations is supposed to soothe the minds of people, to make them at ease, but i guess there's a price to pay as well: people being more conscious of the increasing threats of terror.

"Why are more and more people asking the same questions? Because they are believing less and less of the answer."

People didn't used to ask so many questions. When i was young, i remembered my teacher teaching me something wrong. Specifically, she pointed to the colour pink, and told us it was purple, and to the colour purple, she told us it was pink. No one questioned, why, and no one questioned what. Even after she came back to rectify her mistake and re-teach us both colours again, no one bothered to clarify, let alone ask.

However, today, we are taught to ask questions, but never taught to accept answers. Never taught to know when is the point that we have to stop questioning and start accepting. As a result, we ask questions, only to desire that people give us the answers that we want, and not the answers that are truly answers.

"We all ask questions for a selfish reason."

Is the opposite of life, death? Is the opposite of love, hate? Is the opposite of forgiveness, accountability? I tell you, it's all in the eyes of the beholder. What hurts a person the most is when you decide that his existence doesn't matter to you anymore...

What is terrorism?

Shannon left at 10:50 p. m..

jueves, noviembre 11, 2004

[ 716. Deepavali ]

Vanaakum! Happy deepavali! (Ok, i'm blabbering nonsense as usual. Muahahahaha.)

Anyway, let me share about my latest resolution: Never, ever, ever, ever step into any clubbing venues when ALL of the following occurs concurrently:
1. It's payday for SAF personnel
2. It's a public holiday eve
3. It's a wednesday
4. It's the week before certain schools open

And i, the great idiot, had the honour of committing the ultimate suicide by actually going and try my luck at gaining admittance to zouk last night. Well, to my credit (and displeasure), i actually got in after 2 hours of pushing, pulling, squeezing, perspiring and whatnot. By then, it was 2345. And great, i left half my gang waiting at the doorstep. Eventually past midnight, eric messaged me and told me that they were leaving. "....Hello... i did tell you to forget it and we go ktv or something like that right..." Well, thankfully i had friends who were already inside, otherwise i'll really be pissed. Period.

Left zouk at slightly before two. Had a little chest ache. Probably due to the excessive crowd. I'm slightly claustrophobic, you see. It irritates me when you have to pay to squeeze and can't even enjoy yourself thoroughly. Should have just stayed at home and read a good book.

Let's talk about something more upbeat then. Woke up and realized that i was running late. Late for? Lunch over at sgt santa's place. She invited some of the unit people over to her place for lunch since it was deepavali. As usual, weiming was late, and so i had the honour of going to get a box of chocs for santa while waiting for him. Eventually, we arrived at her house only to discover on the contrary to being late, we are the first few unit guys to be there. Andrew, jit and liow came quite long after. After one, two and three servings of briyani rice, curry mutton and drumsticks, liow, wm and i left for town in hunt for some literary hunt.

Spent quite a fair bit of time at borders. Since liow was engrossing himself in magazines and weiming happily chatting with the long disappearing hansel (who appeared out of nowhere), i comfortably settled on the carpet with "500 tips on digital photography". I was up to the 300+ tip when it dawned on me that it was rather late. No thanks to nature's call which led me running up two more storeys just for the toilet.

Sauntered over to kinokuniya only to realized that hansel's hungry and i'm tired, giving us the perfect excuse to look for dinner and seats. So in order to flow in line with the jap theme, we went yoshinoya. =/ Ok, i wanted mos burger but in the end to facilitate hansel's inability to make up his mind... we settled on yoshi. Oh yes, not to mention, we splurged on a card for boss. An almost A4 sized card, costing 790 singapore cents. Going 8 ways... it's pretty cheap i guess.

And more cash burners news here: I bought two boxes of christmas cards for $30 bucks. Hmmm. And i have just this gut feeling that it's not going to be enough. Well, who knows, but as far as i'm concern:

IT's BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS!!!

Shannon left at 7:58 p. m..

martes, noviembre 09, 2004

[ 715. Blog Type ]

You Are a Life Blogger!

Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.
If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.

What kind of blogger are you?

Shannon left at 7:54 p. m..

[ 714. Midweek ]

It's almost midweek! Considering the deepavali coming up this thursday we can legitimately call this midweek... muahahaha... Ok, well, it's like a massive birthday bomb this week. Look at the list from ops room / ulc side:

10th - Koonxin
10th - SSG Ow
11th - Wenfei
12th - Brian

Oh my gawd... not to mention RSM's on the 13th, CO's on the 16th and so on and so forth... *faints*

Well, anyway i've been very much busy in camp with the AOE preps. The stress of performing well without hiccups is simply too much. And the monthly exercise had to fall on today. Everyone seems to be thrown out of their routine today. Looking tired, feeling shagged. Guess it's the stress mechanism that's kicking in. Some choose to channel it through laughter. Excessively, that is. But most choose to vent it. Frustration. Tiredness. All the spikes start to come out. And poke up at where it hurts most.

Had dinner with wenjiang yesterday. Thanks to him i put on a little weight. Urgh. And thanks to him as well, i get to re-live my childhood on a swing. Muahahaha.

Aye aye. I'm gonna go back to camp soon. Still have to work on my cards. Byee!

Shannon left at 7:28 p. m..

domingo, noviembre 07, 2004

[ 713. Sleep ]

I slept a lot recently, but i still feel very tired each time i wake up.

Sleep disorder, maybe. Well, There has never been a night in my memory that i could sleep through the entire night without waking up, without feeling cold, without aches or without disturbances. Never. The last time this happened was when i'm totally knocked out. From sheer tiredness. Well, never could i have a good night rest, like the cliche says it so well.

Aye aye. I miss my photos. You know, those photos that use to colour my blogs in this arena of darkness. Well, maybe, someday when my com is working again. Cheers.

Shannon left at 7:52 p. m..

sábado, noviembre 06, 2004

[ 712. Ripped ]

I miss my photos. Anyway, i ripped this off james' site.

Shannon left at 11:10 p. m..

[ 711. Things I Did ]

Things i did today.

a. Went breakfast with mom and brother. It's a miracle.

b. Went to register for my final theory test. It's post-procrastination action.

c. Went compass point to upgrade my brother's handphone. Mom almost murdered him.

d. Went home and stayed home for part of afternoon. Rare, indeed.

e. Went prayer meeting at nexus. Even more rare (since this year).

f. Went dinner with chris. It's been a long time and i still can't have my soup.

g. Went to buy brian's and wenfei's present. Succeeded in only one of them.

h. Went home. I'm beat.

Shannon left at 10:54 p. m..

jueves, noviembre 04, 2004

[ 710. Bad ]

Feel rather bad. No, not about the mock up today. Not about how i went to have my breakfast alone while others are rotting in ops room. No, not about how i had nothing much to do while everyone else ran around like nuts.

Just that i feel bad that even when four of us are caught together, the punishment given are varied much. Why? Simply because we had different bosses. They were reprimanded, and pending punishment from their PC. Randy was given a nagging by ssg daniel. And me? They didn't know who to tell this to. So i got away rather scot free. Only to suffer the guilt of being a crime-in-partner and yet getting away while seeing friends being "murdered" by their superiors. No, i'm not plotting revenge, but at least let me plead for their case.

In any case... dudes... if you are reading this: I'm sorry...

Shannon left at 8:37 p. m..

lunes, noviembre 01, 2004

[ 709. Dance ]

"Did i ever tell you that i like to dance? Well, i do. But i can't dance. Not well, rather. And when i grow up, i want to learn to dance. Dance like what i really want."

Shannon left at 8:41 p. m..

[ 708. File Extensions ]

You are .inf You are informative. When you are gone you make life very difficult for others.

Which File Extension are You?

Shannon left at 8:15 p. m..

[ 707. Bored ]

Today is a bored day. Boooorrrrreeeeddd.
Tempers seems to be flying around recently. Think it's stress. Stress due to AOE.
Lalalala.
In love with a girl? That i dunno. I can't say.
Oh yes. I wanna say a big thank you to STAFF OW!!!!!!!! He bought those long overdue, yet ever so desirable and tasteful DURIAN PUFFS from katong! Those that know where he got them from... yeah, THAT'S THE ONE! SIMPLY THE BEST! Lolx... i could go crazy over them. Kekekekeke....
You know now i still hate exam periods? Because there's no one to go out with me. Grrrr.

Shannon left at 7:43 p. m..

gone.

will i be back?
i don't know.
maybe i've started elsewhere.
maybe never. again.

martes, noviembre 30, 2004

[ 725. Genting ]

domingo, noviembre 28, 2004

[ 724. Pissed ]

viernes, noviembre 26, 2004

[ 723. Boards ]

domingo, noviembre 21, 2004

[ 722. Genting ]

sábado, noviembre 20, 2004

[ 721. Sing ]

[ 720. Worship ]

[ 719. AOE ]

domingo, noviembre 14, 2004

[ 719. Hansel's Finger ]

[ 718. Photos ]

sábado, noviembre 13, 2004

[ 717. Godeatgod ]

jueves, noviembre 11, 2004

[ 716. Deepavali ]

martes, noviembre 09, 2004

[ 715. Blog Type ]

[ 714. Midweek ]

domingo, noviembre 07, 2004

[ 713. Sleep ]

sábado, noviembre 06, 2004

[ 712. Ripped ]

[ 711. Things I Did ]

jueves, noviembre 04, 2004

[ 710. Bad ]

lunes, noviembre 01, 2004

[ 709. Dance ]

[ 708. File Extensions ]

[ 707. Bored ]

the guy

his wishes

his horizons

people.

tags

gone. will i be back? i don't know. maybe i've started elsewhere. maybe never. again.

martes, noviembre 30, 2004

[ 725. Genting ]

domingo, noviembre 28, 2004

[ 724. Pissed ]

viernes, noviembre 26, 2004

[ 723. Boards ]

domingo, noviembre 21, 2004

[ 722. Genting ]

sábado, noviembre 20, 2004

[ 721. Sing ]

[ 720. Worship ]

[ 719. AOE ]

domingo, noviembre 14, 2004

[ 719. Hansel's Finger ]

[ 718. Photos ]

sábado, noviembre 13, 2004

[ 717. Godeatgod ]

jueves, noviembre 11, 2004

[ 716. Deepavali ]

martes, noviembre 09, 2004

[ 715. Blog Type ]

[ 714. Midweek ]

domingo, noviembre 07, 2004

[ 713. Sleep ]

sábado, noviembre 06, 2004

[ 712. Ripped ]

[ 711. Things I Did ]

jueves, noviembre 04, 2004

[ 710. Bad ]

lunes, noviembre 01, 2004

[ 709. Dance ]

[ 708. File Extensions ]

[ 707. Bored ]

the guy

his wishes

his horizons

people.

tags

gone.

will i be back?
i don't know.
maybe i've started elsewhere.
maybe never. again.