sábado, mayo 28, 2005
[ 901. Dreams ]
Perpetually, kl was in this state for most of the time last week. God knows why. |
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[ 900. A Tribute to COPA ]
Thanks for the under-the-drain picture. =) |
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[ 899. Granny ]
Just the last weekend, eric and i walked from the army market right to bugis, where we went past this house. This was where my granny stayed when i was really really young. Something like when i was 4, 5 years old, when back alleys still existed, and stray cats just went in and out of houses like no one's business. Or rather, we all took them like families.
This place brought back much fond childhood memories.
Looking at my grandmother's amputated toe, or rather, that space where the toe used to be, saddens me. It's one of those signs that she's aged a lot, a lot since i was young, a lot since those days when she used to ride the tricycle full of sugarcanes from her beach road home to the army market hawker center daily to operate her sugarcane juice stall. Those strong, powerful arms and legs of the grandmother has now reduced into weak limbs that could only stroll slowly and help out around at home. Well, after all, it's already been ten over years. Her legs aren't getting any better, you see sores, patches of internal blood clots everywhere. And well, aunts told me it's only a matter of timebefore diabetes claim her entire foot. I wonder how long can granny's optimism holds her. Suddenly, her loud nagging just cease to be a bother anymore. Suddenly, her food just taste so much more wonderful. Suddenly, she seems like a raw pearl, unrefined, yet so precious.
Each time i order a sugarcane juice, i remember those days where i spent my holidays at my grandmother's sugarcane juice stall. |
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viernes, mayo 27, 2005
[ 898. A Little Message ]
Mervin mervin mervin. Well, attending your concert is not much of an effort of my part, it's just a little thought that counts towards the friendship that we nearing 2 decades. Nonetheless, Thanks for being such a wonderful friend all these while, and those chatterbug dinners and suppers that we had where we just eat-and-talk-and-eat-and-crap-and-eat-and-chat. Those whiny smses, msn chats, and those out-of-the-blue and kiam-pah lame jokes that i always crack. But well, you just smile, and at most, scowl at me with that 'lamed-ed' expression. Hahaha. As the cliche goes, time really flies. Rest assured, this friendship won't fly out of the window so easily, dude. I'm always an sms away. Yeah. =) |
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[ 897. Return To Home ]
Five days in that darn smely number 4 boots was a surprising experience. Instead of making my open sores on my foot more smelly, more rotten, it actually dried the entire thing up into dried dead skin. Will wonder never cease.
It's been a long time since i went out to the field, and in darned weather conditions that rain at almost any point in the day (or night). Thank God for shelters, for clean public toilets, for free shows at night, for the wonderful night sceneries, for fresh rations, for clean water, for macdonalds and for 'zi-cha' stalls, for cigarettes, for mosquito coils, for bottled green tea, for seven-eleven, for safari beds, for drivers.
Well well, now that i'm back at home, i should just shut up and enjoy my life. And wait for my overseas allowance to flow in. I'm darn broke now. And i mean really broke. So broke that i think i have to borrow some money from mom first. And that's at the expense of her nagging at me. Again. Yawnz.
Well, I'm flying off in exactly 2 weeks time, boy, i'm excited! |
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lunes, mayo 23, 2005
[ 896. Supper ]
I got smarter now. I'll type my entries in a notepad first before transferring them here. No more frustration over hanging of the computers. =)
mobilisation notice:
you have been mobilised by sr2s1'03 for an immediate gathering at serangoon gardens chomp chomp hawker center. please gather your bare essentials and proceed to the reporting location as quickly as possible. For your convenience, a vehicle has been indented for your peruse together with a driver, which will arrive at your current location in fifteen minutes time. You will then proceed to pick up another member up northeast from your current location before proceeding to the reporting location.
And there were five of us. Carl, zhichao, elena, agnes, me.
And there was only a plate of stingray for supper.
And 4 drinks. And chat all the way till the wee hours of the night...
(Of uni, scholarships, courses, classmates and other crap.) |
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sábado, mayo 21, 2005
[ 895. Range ]
Nah beh. I hate it when i come back home, and brother start giving me service announcements telling me how screwed the computer had become. And somehow, it happens so often whenever i'm not coming back for a period of time that i feel it happens all the time. And after twice of restarting my computer without having the chance to publish my posts, i'm giving up.
Argh. Spent the last three days at range. And my dislike for bullets and targets examplified itself through the countless practices that we had. Somehow, i can't even hit the figure twelves. Argh. Well, 3 days, 24 mags and 180 rounds later, i barely passed. wow.
Today was a rainy day. Thankfully or otherwise, we completed the day shoot before it started pouring like mad. Then it was a signal for me to sleep. You know how bad weathers are ironically good catalyst to sleepiness. Ok, Then i spent the later half of the afternoon smsing everyone in my phonebook, an idea that i ripped off (blatantly) from ed.
Will share the results some other time. I've deleted a couple of them. All thanks to a darn computer. |
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miércoles, mayo 18, 2005
[ 894. Rush and Range ]
Rush like mad again. All because i won't be able to come home until sunday. It's been a tiring week. Again. And oh yes, it shall be worse for the next few weeks too.
Rgds, xuanz |
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domingo, mayo 15, 2005
[ 893. Shagged ]
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[ 892. Sunday ]
Went for sunday service (cuz i was like on duty yesterday) today. Surprisingly, it's filled to the brim! Yes, we had a full house today, something that i've never saw in a regular adults' service.
Nonetheless, i'm like so maluated. By some people on their blog entries. Bleah. -_-"
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viernes, mayo 13, 2005
[ 891. NUS Sci Fac ]
I ripped this off this guy's blog.
Disclaimer: i do not, and i mean DO NOT, necessarily share the same views. Please read for entertainment purposes only.
Are the students from National University of Singapore (Faculty of Science) really that boring and ugly? This post is a highly serious one so I urge everyone, including my close friends, to refrain from laughing while reading it.
I have been studying there for 2 whole years (Majoring in Life Sciences) and I will be graduating in around a year’s time so it would be appropriate for me to make objective judgements. Let’s admit it - most of the Science Majors are ugly. And the situation isn’t getting any better. It is the congregation of all the ugly 18 to 24 years old in Singapore.
We can change the motto to “NUS Faculty of Science – Brains need no Beauty.” I am pretty sure we can do an entire marketing campaign to attract all the talented nerds from all over the world to study here. I have even thought of the lines for them. “Have you almost given someone a heart attack when they looked at your face? Do your parents forbid you to roam around at night, fearing you might scare someone to death? Was your nickname “FREAK” in secondary school? Have you ever made a child cry when you tried to cuddle him? Did your friends only allow you to tag along in Orchard if you wore a paper bag over your head? We want you!! Come to NUS and experience the nerdy college life in the Faculty of Science. You may be ugly, but so are we!!”
I have visited other faculties and assessed for myself the quality of other girls. I really wish I am exaggerating. If I have a dollar for everytime I hear the words “Man… Look how *Buang that girl is” I will be driving a BMW Cabriolet. *slang for ugly
I still remember my first few days in this esteemed institute. I enrolled to join in the orientation group in hopes of meeting cute chicks. I knew beforehand that the population of females would be high and I was right. There were 3 guys and 17 girls in my Orientation Group (OG). The ratio is roughly the same for the other OG(s). Thinking that with the high number of females, I would at least see some eye candy. I was thankful I still haven’t suffered irreversible cornea damage.
The proportion of decent looking girls in the faculty is heavily skewered towards the left. Never have I in my life witnessed the statistical phenomenon that it is actually possible to gather 100 females in the same room and not find a single cute girl. The males are not any much better. You would never need more than two hands to count the cute guys in the faculty. I have to give credit that there were actually decent looking males and females around but it is worse than finding a needle in a haystack.
I used to have this theory that “A young and slim girl can’t look too bad.” The students in Life Sciences made me eat my words. It is actually possible to be young, slim and STILL be FUGLY. I knew I won’t see super models and drop dead gorgeous babes hanging around the school compound, but I didn’t expect a society reject convention.
The phrase: “Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder” takes on a different meaning here. To me, it is a shortsighted one. I am slightly shortsighted and I don’t have the habit of wearing glasses other than during lectures and tutorials. This blurry vision alone makes the place much more bearable. At least I can’t see the staple-marks and craters on the faces of the girls. Maybe it is God’s way of showing his love for me.
Do you have any idea how much do I have to lower my expectations just to date the girls in this faculty? You would really need to close more than one eye for that, try both eyes instead. As my friend Chris puts it “ You really need to be pretty drunk.” Those girls were the very same ones that I wouldn’t even take a second look while I was in secondary school and junior colleges. I wouldn’t mind if the girls were actually fun to be with but apparently most define fun as mugging in the library. I would rather watch teletubbies.
T-shirts, polo-tees and cargo pants seemed to be the standard uniform of the students here. The fashion sense of the students is appalling. They ARE the walking definition of ‘Fashion Disaster’. Even my mum dresses better when buying fish and vegetables from the market. The weather in Singapore is like the mid levels of hell, yet the girls are wrapping themselves up with jeans, T-shirts and sweaters that would make the Muslim ladies in Iraq proud. Do they have some inherent allergy to spaghetti tops, hot pants and mini-skirts? Most of the students here more than qualify for “Extreme Makeover – Special Disaster Episode”.
Quite a lot of the students looked as if they had never seen a real sun other than on the Discovery Channel. Their skin tone would embarrass Sadako. Asking the girls to use cosmetics is just like asking Britney to remain a virgin – it just doesn’t go together. Is it a fashion statement in Science to look as ugly as possible. If that was their purpose, I am pretty sure they have outdone themselves.
They define ‘walking to the Science Library from the canteen’ as exercise and reading up ten-year series in the library as having fun. Unfit and unhealthy is an understatement. They take absolutely no pride in their overall outlook. Their hair is most of a time such a disaster I wondered where they got their haircut. I could do better with a lawn mower.
Maybe there is nothing one could do with their genetic looks without undergoing plastic surgery. But there is no excuse for smelling like a rubbish dump. The suffocating combination of smelly feet, unwashed hair and body odor could qualify as a weapon of mass destruction. I might make a fortune if I propose this new weapon to SAF to be included into our standard defense arsenal. Once I had to change seats in the middle of the lecture as the deadly stench permeating from the guy sitting in front of me almost killed me. Is it really so hard to take a bath?
Let me repeat myself again. There is nothing sexy or attractive with females having hairy legs and armpits. What is it with females who looked like they just came through a time machine right from the Stone Age? The sight of the Amazon Forest coming into full bloom when the arms are raised up is the anti-thesis of Viagra. That sight alone is enough to make Austin Powers impotent. Just trying to recall that horrifying image brings shudders through my spine.
I know God made men and rested on the last day. Did he rest on the day he made the people of this faculty too? Was God trying to be funny? Or was he trying to test out his creative skills? The girls look as if their faces have been run over by a garbage truck – over and over again. What have we done to incur his rancorous wrath? It’s pretty much sure that we haven’t done anything worse than or even remotely close to murder.
When I was talking to my friend Jefferd about this problem, he summed it up by saying “Only the lab techs were decent looking”. This explains a lot. Something is terribly wrong if we have to look at lab technicians whom are at least four years older than the girls in our faculty. You can see more babes while walking from the Arts bus stop to the Arts canteen than your entire three months in Science.
It is not like the males are any much better. Obviously some of the males are decent looking but this is rather rare due to the low population of males in Science. Just hang out in the Sports and Recreation Center (SRC) and you would be able to see more cute and hunky guys in five minutes than five weeks in Science. Well, maybe some of them are homosexuals. But at least gays dress up and smell much better.
Perhaps the high level of fiendishness in this faculty could be excusable if it was actually a fun place. Alas, that’s not the case. Their bashes and parties are actually class gatherings disguised under the dim lighting of a pub environment surrounded by loud music. It baffles me to see a whole group of friends sitting around a table with, I shit you not, 2 jugs of coke for the entire duration of the night. I would quote someone by saying that the people here are actually socially retarded but I have actually seen retarded people at charitable homes having fun and being sociable.
Maybe all the other shortcomings of the faculty could be pardoned if the people here were interesting to talk to. Read the conversation in the article here and you would think that I am joking. But I have really heard students from the Science Club communicating in that way. Holding a decent conversation with them is just like trying to get the Singapore Government to legalize and allow proliferation of pornography – it’s just not possible.
I know a lot of people are going to disagree with me after reading this article. They will probably say that the life here isn’t actually so bad and I am actually having unrealistic expectations of University life. I tell you, GO TAKE A WALK in the other faculties. Just spend 2-hours (11am-1pm) in either the Arts or the Business canteen and see for yourself. Open up your eyes and look at the quality of girls in the other faculties, then come back and apologize to me for saying stupid things.
I know I am probably gonna piss off almost the entire faculty with this article but I don’t give a damn. Most of them won’t be reading this anyway since they would be preoccupied with reading their Biology textbook for the seventeenth time. I am graduating soon and I think that it is my duty to inform the rest of the world how fucked up this place is. People usually envy me when I tell them I am from Science and they go on and on at the high number of females here. Little do they realize that it isn’t a joke to be surrounded by she-apes all the time. I probably won’t get any more dates after this but I have already gotten to know most of the better-looking girls in Life Sciences. This article can’t hurt me too much. If you feel that you actually look pretty and want to hang out with me, drop me a mail… |
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[ 890. NYDC ]
I went out with zhichao quite some time ago. For dinner, and to help him pick out a gift. Ooo... there's a story behind that gift. And i think it's really sweet of him. Speaking of which....
You know, this sweet guy, actually blew quite a heavy sum for a gift for a gal who's off to genting the following day. And he readily agreed to lend her his camera as well... awww. I mean, maybe not about the camera la, but i think it's sweet of him for the gift. And he spent a lot of time looking for the gift as well. |
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[ 889. Photos ]
Photos overdue.
Joseph at s11.
I was commenting about how i love to take jo's photos. cuz it turn out 'as it is'. Not more, not less. ;)
And yes... i went out with my buddy! finally! hehehehe.
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[ 888. Lucky ]
I ain't got any lucky. Haha. But just how chinese loves the number'8'. Because of it's apparent nearess in phonetics to the word prosperity in mandarin.
It's been an eventful week. Issues are settled, ultimatum laid down, case closed.
Well well, i'm on duty tomorrow. Darn it. And i'm dead tired from faultfinding my telephone lines at home. Darn. |
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miércoles, mayo 11, 2005
[ 887. Artist ]
When is an artist an artist?
Does the reproduction and adaptation of art reduces one to a merely machine, rather than an artist?
When is an artist not an artist? |
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martes, mayo 10, 2005
[ 886. Photoshop ]
Upon securing my photoshop from brian, i'm like using the trial version now and spent the entire morning photoshopping. Yeah. Haha. Felt like the good old days. =)
But darn, my first photobucket account is full! I'm half tempted to purchase their US$25/year upgrade which is giving me ten times the space... but i wonder, that works out to be like S$40 bucks... how to upkeep after this year? haiz. So i started a second account instead. |
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[ 885. Of Candles & Depression ]
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[ 884. Service ]
One of those post-service trigger happy functions.
And just yesterday, this was taken as we robbed enghow of a waffle. Hehs.
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[ 883. Supper ]
Photos of supper.
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lunes, mayo 09, 2005
[ 882. Fire Fighting ]
Fight fire. This is the first thing i heard from eric during break time. He told me that CO's on 'fire' and hansel is busy fighting fire. And i laughed it off as an apt joke.
Never did i realize i'd be fighting another fire not long after that.
The facts:
- Eric was called up to the Inet terminal to see my PC, CSM, 'B' OC and another PC. - Eric wrote some not very nice things about 'B' OC. - What went on inside the room, i don't know. I knew that damaged was hurled. - I saw eric tearing back in office as my PC and CSM was talking to him. - For the first time my PC raised his voice.
How am i involved in the fire?
- My PC insisted that my photos of him are not very nice. - And he has forfeited the offs that he promised to give me.
Not that i minded the offs. Not that i'm angry or anything. He said that he was disappointed in me. I guess it's normal. He has a right to. What i can't comprehend is the very fact that he haven't gave me an explanation why is he disappointed in me. In my attitude? Or in my poor performance at work? Or what is it? That i'm always not supporting him? Or what? I'm puzzled.
Like i said, the only mistake i guess, was being too friendly with him.
Anyway. Luckily i had the afternoon off to unwind. Met up enghow. derek. then liwei.
And liwei and i just binged everywhere around toa payoh. Hahahahaha.
Let me list what we ate....
1) KFC shrooms burger meal 2) shared a pastamania's banana dessert pie 3) shared a rotiboy 4) shared a durian chendol 5) shared a bubble tea
Gluttons right? Gee! Hahaha... got photos to prove wor... but those are censored! Hahaha... =p |
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domingo, mayo 08, 2005
[ 881. Exam Script ]
This is hilarious. Scooped it off a friend's blog. =)
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[ 880. Quiz ]
Class Clown You are 0% Rational, 71% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 85% Arrogant. |
You are the Class Clown. This means you walk down the center of the classroom with books on your head, while the teacher stares on in...
Shit, I really need to stop looking at these pictures while I'm typing.
Anyway, I MEANT to say that you are the Class Clown, and this means that you are extroverted, mean, and arrogant. You are not very rational, so you gravitate towards things that produce feelings or emotions over thoughts (like fart jokes or spitballs, for instance). You are also an extrovert and rather full of yourself, so of course you want constant attention for yourself and think you are somehow better than others. You can also be a bit mean-spirited, and like a class clown you wouldn't hesitate to make a joke at someone else's expense, no matter how terrible it would make them feel. So your personality defects are that you have to be the center of attention, that you don't care about others, and that you are rather irrational and motivated by intuitions. Now stop walking around with those books on your head and sit down this instant!
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.
2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.
3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.
4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Robot.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Schoolyard Bully, the Smartass, and the Brute.
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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.
The other personality types:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 0% on Rationality |
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You scored higher than 70% on Extroversion |
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You scored higher than 92% on Brutality |
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You scored higher than 91% on Arrogance |
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[ 879. Retort ]
I didn't intend to post so late just to retort. But reading some impeccably absurd and vexatious posts simply gave me no choice but to do so.
And to you, i only have one thing to say. You realize that people are always hurting you. You maintain that people are always disappointing you. You scream that people are taking you for granted. When that happens to one or two individuals around you, people can identify. People can bitch with you, people can laugh it off with you. But subsequently, you realize more and more people are letting you down. Upsetting you. You are displeased with them. Oh, so many have joined the disappointers club. Perhaps it's time to reflect upon yourself, instead of playing the blame game. Time to ask why are you running into so many problems with those you call friends. Ask why are you having so much disappointments with the people around you. Friends are supposed to influence their values upon others, not shove it down their throats and expect them to live upon your principles. It doesn't matter whether your logical deduction and reasonig skills are superb, or even if what you do is right in the eyes of authority. Friends are not self-appointed disciplinarians. Friends do not form the governing authority of one's life. Friends may not accept those differing values, but i'm sure they respect the difference in values. They encourage each other for the better, towards positive change, and not demand it simple because it flows with your own philosophy in life. And yes, discriminating against a certain group won't help too. It simply shows the child in you that is sitting down on the floor, fist punching against the floor and wailing aloud. At least you don't see us swearing at the large population of tertiary students just because of insensitive condescending stereotypical denunciations. After all, one's upbringing is not solely restricted to the education institution in which he emerged from.
Like hansel in his poison pen email, i'm gonna tell you that this message will hurt. It hurts because finally someone's saying something. Something ugly.
Pharisaic attitude won't get your anywhere in the game of friends, foes and relationships. Friends will just come and go like shifting shadows, disappearing once your impose your own overglaring light upon them.
And as for the newspaper article incident, you said it. It's a practice you do at home. The office is not your home. |
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sábado, mayo 07, 2005
[ 878. Lazy Morning ]
The result of blogging at 3am last night has it's dire consequences on me. Yet again. I have already been suffering a sleep debt over the past week due to my active nightlife (of mainly mahjong and bejeweled) and those crazy night runs. Ok, not runs but only a run. Anyway, this morning i was bewildered when i woke up on my mom's bed. I thought i slept on my bed...? Never mind.
Rudely shook awake by mommy deary at ten am. Can't you like leave me alone so early in the morning?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Argh. Ok, never mind. She asked me to go for breakfast.
Mom: Eh, wake up la. Go downstairs for breakfast first. Then i need to go market. Me: (Lazy and irate) aiyoh... go market first then call me when you are at the coffeeshop la. Mom: ok la ok la. Just come down when i call you. Me: (back to lala land).
I thought i snoozed for only five minutes before the call came. So i lazily woke up, didn't even brush my teeth and went down for breakfast.
Mom: (when i just sat down), aiyoh, you really getting damn thin leh! when you walk here just now you look so thin! Me: (with that absurd look) Huh? You must be kidding. I'm eating so much nowadays lo! Mom: But you look thinner than when you just enlisted! Me: (ignore.)
Wah laoz. I've been like eating more and more recently. Even up to four meals a day. Snacking unnecessarily also. Argh... And not to mention, a big stupid looking tummy. Mom must be getting blurred vision.
I'm still sleepy. |
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[ 877. Supper ]
Had supper with merv and suping. Picked suping and her friend up at us at about eleven, before sending her friend back to yishun first and speeding down to balestier for teochew porridge. Hahahaha. Ordered quite a lot for three persons, but think it was pretty delicious la. Sotong, salted veggie, szechuan veggie, beancurd and pork. Yummy.
Then we sat at suping's void deck and chatted for quite a while. The two were incessantly talking and exchanging pointers on akido and stuff like that, you know, things along armlocks, breaking falls and etc etc? Yeah, you got the drift. And they still can't decide if they should go kl on the 19-21 may. Those very days that i cannot make it. But mostly the conversation went about the two of them exchanging pointers and attempting to break each other's arms. Hahaha. And not to mention mervin's constant reminder that suping's biceps are super defined, much to her exasperation. And me? Trying to keep myself awake and interested in their topics though. Hahahaha. Did help that i was trying to pluck out my spoilt toenail that i injured a couple of weeks ago. Hahahaha. Then we went on up to visit suping's rabbits. The old male albino rabbit is just toooooooooooo cute!!! Too bad i didn't bring my camera out of mervin's car, if not i'd let you guys see it. Nonetheless, it's like the rabbit is so tame and wide-eyed, even when it's like 6 years old (old enough for a rabbit), it still looks so adorable. I'm gonna go back and visit that rabbit soon man... hehehe.
I'm beat. And hopefully they'll change the kl trip date. Then i can go. Yipppeee. |
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viernes, mayo 06, 2005
[ 876. Friday ]
It's the weekend already; actually it felt like the weekend yesterday.
I never knew blogging could be so tiring. Just uploading those tens of photos is so frustrating at times. At times.
Got home on a cab with darren, unpacked and washed my clothes.
Had dinner, cooked by mom, and sat restlessly in front of the tv.
Wondered who to call out for dinner or supper, only to find no one's free.
Yawnz. By the time enghow decided to meet for dinner, i've eaten. And i felt so lazy to go out. Thankfully he decided to push it till tomorrow morning as well. Hehe.
I've been sitting in front of this rundown computer. For the past three hours i guess? Uploading photos. Chatting with people. Reading blogs. Haven't read much, though.
Still feeling sticky and all. Haven't bathed.
And making resolutions like never to bite my fingernails again.
Only to bite it less than three minutes later. Heh. |
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[ 875. A Tribute to BSO ]
Of course, how can i miss out our dear bso? Here's a tribute to bso. =)
Pictures courtesy of xuan. Captions courtesy of eric. =)
Ok, this is a bit too much, but the temptation to put this up to simply too difficult to resist. Hehehehehe. |
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[ 874. S2's Wedding ]
And here are those on 30042005. For the lovely couple who's on their way to switzerland now.
These two photos are taken out of their own wedding album. S2's wife really damn chio right? Hahaha. Too bad she's taken. But nevertheless, things you never know: jeanette (his wife) is like the one who drank all the alcohol from table to table during the wedding dinner. And she never even turned tipsy! What the heck?! |
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[ 873. Ninja Gathering ]
Photos as promised. This time round... hahaha. I robbed bso's laptop and made sure i produced some decent stuff before i handed him back his laptop. Yeah.
We had lunch at fish & co, the one at glass house. Not much of a food photo, i seemed to have moved on from those. Haha. More of people, though. People, people ad people.
this is yinkang and ziming. Boths specs, one at plab as an int spec and the other in 42sar i think. Yinkang was like one of my better friends back in bmt. Though in different sections, but we had quite a bit to talk about, esp about how screwed up our sectionmates can get. Haha. Easygoing guy, remembered that he wanted to sign on as a wso fighter, but didn't get it though. lolx.
Ziming was the luckier one. He kena singled out by nigel in the first few days of bmt for having a guailan fae. Haha, but actually he's quite a mild guy lah. Cheeky, your tpical jc beng, and always in denial saying he not beng. Ziming, give up la... beng looks can't change one.
This handsome mat dude in red is my section mate... hazwan! Now back in ninja coy as coy 2ic, it never came as a surprise that htis guy made it to ocs. Think i must really thank him for making life so much better in bmt. Cuz i went in with a very bad attitude la, then this guy is one of those angels that never fail to make us smile... you know, like the song that goes "put the smile on your face..." yeah, he's like darlie's spokesman. Hahahahaaa..... =p
This is like the only decent photo i got of weijie closed up. He's from yinkang's section, now an auxillary trainer in 2pdf, having transferred from 6sir after commissioning. Nonetheless, the only time i got to 'work' with this guy was like when we were making stars for denis. Haha. Not that we were being nice guys to dennis and decided he needed gifts, but rather it was a business transaction. We sold dennis a couple of hundreds of stars for 5 cents each, and we oly made a measly couple of bucks after deducting the overheads. Baaah. Not a good business.
Daniel and Brendan. Daniel, a clerk in 3sig now, is hazwan's buddy back in bmt. Though i wasn't too fond of him at time back at tekong, cuz sometimes he tends to be a bit more undecisive and childlike (NOT childish), but think he's pretty alright la. At least i liked him better than my buddy. Heh.
I have absolutely no recollection of where is brendan now though. But i managed to bugged him for his blog addy and his msn address. Haha. from srjc too, but i never got to talked to him back in school. Never had the need to, too. But this nice chap organised this gathering with hazwan, you know.. Contrary to popular belief, i don't think helooks that feminine. This poor chap was always teased as 'brenda' by nigel (and subsequently the whole platoon) but guess he was too nice to really flare up. And also, he flatly refused to be our ms ninja 3, and hence the honor went to ziming instead. Talking about good old days. Hahahaha.
another photo of me and hazwan.
The sispec-foxtrot dudes. Dennis is on the extreme right. This rjcian is really happening sia. Just three weeks never clubbed and he said it was a breakthrough. Hahaha. But he's one of my pillars during my bmt too la. Hehe.
Those that turned up for the outing. It's a pity that jason and khor had to leave us so early. Haiz. They missed the photo shoot! |
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[ 872. Hope Anniversary ]
This is what derek calls art. Cuz he shot it. =)
And for his art, we gave him lots of cakes. He was ecstatic about it. Look at his expression. |
Shannon left at 7:38 p. m..
miércoles, mayo 04, 2005
[ 871. Heritage Run ]
Haha. Finally got my subway fix this afternoon, after (not) much coaxing to weiming.
The ADSD heritage run was held today. Last night, in fact. So late, that when i woke up to fall in for the run, weiming was still doing his nightly reading by the stairs. In summary, this is a run from three different starting points for the three brigades, and covering a total distance of 20 or so kilometres, finally leading up back to the camp. I was unfortunately selected as one of the runners for DAB, 3DA, signals. not because i can run, but more because there is much of a choice left, and most importantly, i don't really have much of a choice either.
The run commenced at only 3am though we met at 1245am and left camp about half hour later. The route is disgusting longer than it seemed, and we ended up at this bus stop at holland rd. It was even further up towards ulu pandan, beyond holland village. Oh my gaaawwddd... so faaarrr.... Ok, never mind. And instead of starting at some supposed landmark, we started at a... bus stop. WOW! The land behind the bus stop was where the old camp lies, and so we were told. Hmmm. How interesting. Nonetheless, we were told that the first 9 legs of the race would be about 1 to 1.2km, and the tenth leg onwards would be about 50% longer. Dammit. I was the tenth runner. What luck. We ran... and ran... and ran...... and ran. and ran. and finally it's my turn.
So there i was being dropped off before the florida florist (or the likes of it) along marymount rd. For the road savvy people, it's the spot some 200m before you turn down the road towards macritchie reservior. Nonetheless, so i took the torch from bravo gary, and i start running. And i knew i was gone soon. I sprinted from the start! Ok now, don't laugh, especially those who were there. I knew it didn't look like a sprint as compared to those birds (who seemed to fly) like tony. I ran past mount alvernia hospital, the condo, over the bridge over braddell road, and god remembers what, and was wondering where the hell was the next stop. It seemed so faarr....so faarr... i wanna diee diee die... So much for not running for a long time. Serves me right. And finally i saw my saviour: the next mb290 in sight! And with each stride i took, it felt heavier yet happier too. Happier that finally i could get rid of that heavy and stupid looking torch that looked like an axe if you held it the wrong way. Nonetheless, the leg ended and i climbed into the mb, feeling all hot and numby.
When we finally got to dieppe barracks, 'coincidentally' all three runners met there. Finally, the torches were handed to the respective s3s to move off towards chong pang, and finally handed over to the brigade commanders. Oh, what a wonder chereography of a perfect ending! Fantastic. When we, poor and hungry and sleepy runners, were finally allowed to head back to camp, the mass run has already commenced. Thank goodness. I spot many people as they ran the final lap around camp! They include the likes of the following: S3, CO, RSM, Cpt Garrick in that order. So now you know if Mr G could run. =) Nonetheless, i found eric and accompanied him on the last round around camp, as well as chatter nonstop about the relay while he was busy catching his breath which seems to be like 20 steps in front of him at any one time.
I went to take over the armskote from 2lt mark; that blur chap was rudely awakened by me, opened the key press to give me the key, then went back to sleep. I had to rudely awaken him the second time round to ask him to give me the armskote. "... ... ..." And after that to go back to parade square in my no. 4 to look for the platoon. Only to make myself look super outstanding while everyone else is in uniform. And during the flag raising ceremony, s2 mentioned that we should charge the flag poles and the mynahs. Give them ten days in db each. And i agree. For making a helluva noise during flag raise. Imagine adding a constant high E to accompany the duration of the national anthem. As well as the occasionally squarking of the birds at awkward moments during the anthems. Some birdbrains should teach those creatures a thing or two about basic music theory. At least the theory, please.
Breakfast was unavailable, and i learnt something new: the canteen is open from 7am onwards! Wow! You mean i could actually have my breakfast before first parade! But there a catch, drinks are not provided, so please bring your own coffee to the canteen. Thank you.
The poor sleepy me conked out on my spring mattress after issuing one rifle to yizhong for the national day parade rehearsal. So tired, i overslept and woke up at 9.07am instead of nine. Thankfully no one bothered to hunt for me. I continued packing the crates for maple flag, only to realize that many many things are not easily found when you need them. And for christ's sake, i hereby demand that every unit should have at least ten extension cables held by the qm stores. Somehow. How can anyone forget those! Grrrr.
Ok, i've been rattling on this post for almost an hour. I'm tired of being tired. Zzzzz. |
Shannon left at 6:39 p. m..
lunes, mayo 02, 2005
[ 870. Subway ]
Gosh, i'm like craving for subway now. Haha. Even the fact that every cookie is laden with 200cal didn't really do anything to stop me. Haha.
Feeling so tired today. Played mahjong till 5am. Haha. Wanted to eat supper but in the end it was early enough for us to eat breakfast.
Gosh, i can't even think coherently now. Haha. |
Shannon left at 7:15 p. m..
domingo, mayo 01, 2005
[ 869. Ninja 3 Gathering ]
Finally finally, after a year we gathered! Gathering at the glass house, i was late (as usual) for the gathering. Haha. But anyway, no point getting there early; i was there at 2 (we were supposed to meet at 130pm) and we were still waiting for seats. Its no wonder since there were eighteen of us. Talked a bit, caught up on what each of us were doing over the past year. The specialists has mostly passed out, and even those out of course people got their staff posting elsewhere. The officers were comissioned, and all were in their units already. As weijie said on the way back, only jianrong was in command position, the rest were either staff or instructors. Fyi, dennis is in 24sa as mto, weijie in 2pdf as auxillary instructor, hazwan in bmtc2/n as coy 2ic, guoyang in combat engin doing dunno what and jianrong also in combat engin. Aye aye. Nuff said. Though we were eventually seated at two tables, we were like still happily catching up with one another. Talking about the good old days in ninja, about how abdillah became plt sgt and how he had to call hazwan sir. hahaha. Oh yes, we were like seated only at 3pm, and by the time we finished eating, it's about 430pm. Lolx. That's like the entire afternoon gone. The usual photoshoot commenced when we got out of the place, at the love sculpture area. Haha. Then finally we split up and yinkang they all went to watch movie, while the section 1&2 ppl went to drink at macdonalds and continued talking. Pity that jason and khor had to leave us so soon, but nonetheless it's fun too see them once again la. Haha. And yes, we arranged to meet up the next time already: after we collect our pink ic on 090406! Haha, but think someone will organise something before that lo. Ok, i'm sians liao. Going to play bejeweled first.
(i'm kinda brain dead to type in a grammatically correct manner la.) |
Shannon left at 6:28 p. m..
[ 868. Murphy, I Hate You ]
Well well, if you think yesterday morning was the end of murphy's adventure in s2's wedding, you're so dead wrong. It carried on to the wedding dinner in the evening. Ouch.
When we got there the technician told us that the smart spotlight wasn't programmed to follow the couple's march in yet. Awww. Then BSO had problems rendering the video, the pictures were all pixelated and the colours turned bad. When BSO finally arrived at 7pm (instead of the stipulated 530pm), we ran the rehearsal once and it was pretty ok. Till the door opens. Everything went fine. Until the first dish. Jeanette chose kylie's "can't get you out of my head"... and you know what happened? The wine glass tower on stage toppled. Due to the vibration caused by the heavy bass of the song. What luck. Next, the 2nd video project was skewed. An error caused by the projector caused the projection of the screen to be cropped on the right. Ouch....
If i were s2, i'd cry. And so, Murphy, i hate you to the core man. |
Shannon left at 11:10 a. m..