Turning 22.

The weekends came by too fast. It's irritating that the weekends come by so fast but the weekdays seemed to be crawling by the minute like a slug on the road. Friday was Geylang, and coffee chilling. Tell me why did i put myself in a situation among the crowds of crazy bargaining aunties and mat's and minah's sprawling all over the area, that my readers is Geylang for you. Argh, it was fuming hot, stuffy and shrieking vendors all over the entire stretch of the bazaar. Going through the bustling crowd is as tedious as the route marches i attended during BMT. With glazed chicken wings roasting at one corner, and the ever so famous halal bakwa flaming at another, i swear bazaars like this is the epitome of a food paradise. With a whiff of fresh air, we managed (oh i went with the rest of police gang) to emerge through the crowds, unharmed but moist with our perspiration and off to One Fullerton's Starbuck, where a very striking girl that caught my eyes stands behind the counter.

SO, i flirted a little, but hey she's one cute chic. Petite, but my kind of girl, well it's hard for me to describe though but the long brown locks of hers and those beautiful eyes seemed to definitely caught my attention and a part of my heart. HAHA. Man, the drama.


Who is that girl? Man. Anyway photos from Geylang. LOL

Apart from all the drama, bazaars and the pretty petite barista, i managed to grow a year older and now i'm at the good old age of 22. I didn't really celebrate it because, i really have no idea why but yeah. It's the first time i really lay low for my birthday, went on as usual to town for some towning (duh) BEFORE settling some shit that happen during camp. So annoying la. Anyway, normal latte Saturday where more slacking at Spinelli's where THEY DON'T SERVE HAZELNUT LATTE, it was so depressing but the next best thing is always a vanilla latte. HAHA. Oh well, caffeine is my middle name. I celebrated my birthday having coffee and a movie at Cathay, uber. Okay la not bad for a 22nd plus the best friend gave an uber sweet sms from Thailand despite the grueling Commando training he is going through there, now that rocks! haha

I just went cycling to Chinatown. Woot. How's that for a birthday workout! haha

Okaye, weekends are over but i just have to post this lyrics of this song by The Cure - Friday I'm In Love, because i just can't wait for the next weekends to come by. LOL

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love

Saturday, wait
Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitates

I don't care if Monday's black
Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Oh Thursday watch the walls instead
It's Friday, I'm in love

Saturday, wait
Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitates

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
As sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love

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P.S. Weimin made me put her pic of hers, and min your paper bag damn tak glamour can. LOL

"...a year closer to death?..."

Some of my random things that i can't live without. Man, the photo uber random la.

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Artificial intelligence is a wonderful thing.
I told my computer that today is my birthday,
and it said that I needed an upgrade.
And i just turned 22 today. How degrading.

"...more updates soom aye..."

What The Hell?

Hmm, another monotonous army day over and we're one day closer to the weekends! Ain't friday the best day of the week? It rained heavily the entire day if most of you hadn't noticed. I love rainy weathers, the right remedy to be all emo and depressed. But then again, i'll try to avoid such melancholic feelings and have a nice cool night watching tv's and online chatting, which my comfortable cool bed awaits me. Now, i'm spoilt with choice, to sleep early and embrace the feather counts of my comforter or to snuggle on my sofa and watch tv all night long. Hmph. I prefer the latter decision but i'm still fickle about it haha.

Seriously, i'm uber bored now. Do refrain from asking me why but being bored now, is not really a good feeling. I sat on my bed, and stoned infront of my monitor. Even though i have chose what to do later, the lazy oldself decide to just, stone. How apt. Being the couch potato that i am, my ass is finally glued to my bed, and to watch some tv requires me to walk. To walk requires me to move my legs and i am damn lazy to do so! How atrociously lame can one life be?

Well mine is.

Even this entry is full of rubbish and such serious randomites that after reading this entry twice i still have no idea why was it being typed it out. I think this entry is what you called, page fillers. In that case prepare for a nonsensical entry ahead.

How do you define GOOD vanilla ice cream?

I noticed in documentary shows, that vanilla seeds could be seen in the ice cream to actually make good vanilla ice cream or so i heard. The vanilla pods are scrapped 1st, taking out all the seeds and dump it in the mixture where after mixing it well, the scrapped pod is than being thrown in. It was told that it increases the distinct flavour of vanilla. The delectable is not entirely white but a hint of yellow sums it all to be and have a good distinct taste of vanilla that not only lingers but actually washes down the tastebuds tasting rather milky creamy and wanting for more. Hmm.. vanilla yum, but my preference would still be the sinful Chocolate haha after all that, how stupid.

I told you guys, i'm ranting today. Nothing absurdly profound seems to be coming out from me unless you consider the vanilla fact is one pointers that my brain is actually still in working condition because army kills you internally and mentally.

-----Something i took from YAHOO NEWS. See what i do when i get bored. But i find this article somehow rather hillarious. LOL.

Chinese women, who are having cosmetic surgery in ever larger numbers, are especially keen to get faces shaped like "goose eggs," state media said Tuesday.
Thirty-three percent of Chinese women who go under the knife do it to improve the contours of their faces, and among these, a large number are going for the "egg look," the China Daily reported, citing a recent survey.

An oval face similar in shape to that of a goose egg has long been considered attractive in Chinese society.

Surgery that supposedly makes eyes look more Western was a close second, favoured by 29 percent, the paper said, citing a poll conducted by Horizon Research Consultancy Group of 1,600 people aged 18 to 55.

Overall, the Caucasian look is extremely popular among Chinese women, characterised by the paper as "leggy, busty and skinny." Many women also want breast implants to please their boyfriends and husbands, although the survey suggested their partners actually do not like it, according to the paper.

Cosmetic surgery is immensely popular in China with about one million operations carried out every year, the paper said.

HAHAHA. Plus, you guys do know, that the monks in Myanmmar are fighting. The peacemakers are not entirely at peace afterall. If you guys have no idea what am i talking about, go read the damn papers and stop being a mountain turtle! LOL

Okaye rubbish. THIS IS FULL OF RUBBISH. HAHAHAHA. I'm gonna end this before it prolongs to a manifestation of something that might cause an epidemic disease of randomitic nonsense. Ok bye.

"...collective soul..."

Pure Agonising Pain

I almost went on a strike today, i almost gave my up my role as an ic today because things almost took it's toll for me. I was at the verge of screaming ENOUGH IS ENOUGH to my RSM, but obviously that didn't happen. Somehow, my tired-of-this-shit, disgusted, black as coal, pissed and annoyed look was rather prominent today. Which triggered my RSM to actually ask me if i have a problem with the situation in the guardroom now.

You bet your scrawny little ass, I DO!

But then again, i suppressed all these angsty and pain in me. I know call me stupid, but i still have to uphold some integrity in myself right? I gave a polite answer, that being the ic, now is really a pain in the ass. Ok, i didn't really phrase it that way but somehow, i wished i did. I'm sick of being reminded daily of what my task is or worse to say what the role of an ic is. I'm uber sick of him coming up to me reprimanding, "Your rp don't know what they're doing is it?" I can't account for each and everyone's responsibility can't i? As much as i know, to take care of my men is my priority socially but hey, i can't simply split myself into 6 and actually watch them do their task 24/7 consistently. I've got my own and other responsibilities to handle, you should know that well since more work is piling up on because of you!

I bet even my men are sick of me reminding them to do their work properly, NOT EVERYONE IS PERFECT, get it? Ergh.

Damn it, yesterday i blew at Abdillah and Farhan for actually not listening and co-operating with me and i am the sort that would not actually raise my voice to my men, especially when they are still dear friends to me. I felt utterly miserable and sore because it sucks to be an ic to your friends and everything is just going haywire for me now. Everyone tells me, there's a clean cut between work and friends but somehow, i can never get that flaw corrected.

Things are so complicated and stringent now, that my brain died on me a couple of times, not literally of course. Even today's guard commander could sense that i wasn't in my right mode of self today because my jokes were stale, my laughs were forced (well sometimes), my face was uber gloomy and all these only happen when i'm in the guardroom premises or somewhere near the denture falling airhead.

Not only am i counting down to the days untill i ORD, but counting down to the weekend is good enough, no wait, counting down to actually knock off from work is a pleasure to me and my men, like seriously. Hoping and praying the next following day would be some what less tensed than today. Really hoping and praying.

I hate it when someone doubts my skills. You chose me to be the ic for a reason, then stick to it and stop doubting my leadership skills!

Such constructive comments doesn't really help to improve myself, but actually words not being phrased correctly seems to make me plunge further into a much deeper shithole that i am already in now. Because i myself began to doubt my capability! How degrading can that be?! I know i have leadership qualities, i've lead alot in my life and nothing is being compared to what i'm dealing with, i know i can do things the right way, stop bugging the shit out of me, because i'm a democratic ruler not an autocratic one like you are, where all words coming from your trap are to be leniently obeyed. Give me a break dude.

How contradicting, my itunes blasted Life Is Good - Nathan Hartono. -_-"

I hope this turmoils will end very soon, i'm not ready to blow yet cause if i did, seriously; all hell breaks loose and i do not want that to happen. My jovial, smiley, fun-tastic, crazy and friendly self is struggling its way up because all the burden on me now creates nothing but the cold stale deranged me to emerge. Well, it has already emerge without a doubt.

I'm seeking comfort in pain.

"....stress level...."

Gucci's and Sembawang Camp People

You can call me a Gucci whore/mat/beng/lian what so ever haha, but seriously there's no harm for me to like the brand right? As evident as it is that most ah bengs, ah lians, mat's and minah's dig monogrammatic items especially Louis Vuitton, and Gucci is slightly on the rise to their likings. Sad to say, i'm a fan of Gucci as well. But hey, i go for the damn real thing, as much as it burns double the hole in my wallet, buying it authentic is the real deal.

No Hongkong's; Mongkok or Ladies street for me or Kuala Lumpur's: Petaling Street or Chow Kit's Market or Singapore's pasar malam where huge fakes are graded from AAA to whatever the lowest grade there is.

Say no to piracy! (ok i gotta admit, i am a pirate for music tsk)

I was at the Gucci website yet again, and my eyes laid on their belts, wallets and sneakers. LOL. Well, i shall save and get them by the end of this year. WOOT.

Okay, what a Paris Hilton entry, enough of being the superficial let's get down to reality, but before that, below are some of those dreamy items that, i hope soon would be the under my captivation.

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Anyway, i think it's about time for me to do a reflective 3/4 year entry. Considering, alot had happened in 2007 and within a blink of an eye; 2008 is right smack around the corner. Now tell me, does time flies or what?! I vividly remember that i enlist last year in June and in within 7 months time, i'll be done with this unwanted military life. Alot had told me not to count down the days, but heck it, it's 7 more god damn months and i'll be a free man!

I know, i'll be partying hard then and enjoying life as it is, as much as i can see the future now (fuzzy though) but a glimpse of rainbow is definitely peeking through the fuzziness. Woot. Tell me, how can i not anticipate such moments, when the monotonous army is my life now.

The upsides of camp now, is the people i meet. Whom i called campmates then but great friends now. I've got my regimental team (you know who you guys are!), the fine educators of the mother tongue which certainly improved my malay tremendously, i guess. HAHA, where stupidity sometimes comes in a form of enjoyment and retardation is the mother of it all. Which is a good thing okaye.

I've got the HQ people, storemen, the clerks, etc. We're not as rah-rah as those coy line people, but we're one of a kind because we don't give a shit about them but to actually focus on the pink ic that lies ahead of us haha. I've got the melodramatic gay (yes he is loud as it is) clerk; Khai2, who gives great massages, bitching moments and everything else a woman is. I've got the crazy storemen, to name a few; Fairiz, Hidayat, Taufique, Yusoff, Hakim, Shafiq, Shawn and many more la. Ah yes Shawn, the dude that shares almost the same interest in music, caffeine and crappiness haha. One of my companions on MSN, where sometimes chats were redundant and lame but sometimes sensible enough to make us ponder. But all good things comes in package cause he's one of those best buddies found in your army life besides the ones during BMT. =)

Well, there's much to say, but i swear a reflective entry should be done end of the year, a mark of conclusion but it came a little too early. No regrets, those friends i found in my vocation life are not to be kept shut but to the tell everyone that they're a great bunch people! (ok i sound damn drama here)

Alright, i'm ending it here. More to come tomorrow. Ok bye.

"...gucci's and camplife..."

This is damn cock la. I swear, my life is literally screwed up LOL.

WEEKENDS Rock
Expect another melancholic entry, since it's rather obvious that Monday is just a mere 5 minutes away as i type this entry. BUT i will, try to refrain myself from repeating the obvious haha. As depressing as it sounds because Monday is around the corner, but this near-to-end weekend was good. Uber great sleep in's and great night outs.

Met up with the normal weekenders yesterday for some flea marketing at SMU. It was a cool event, Christy was the organiser. It was dope, with life local bands performing such as The Great Spy Experiment, etc. Except for one bad, with one female vocalist, i swore; the screechy and pitchy vocals of her would even scare the entire flea market including the fleas that are residing there as well. Her cover of Blondie's - Maria, would made Blondie herself turned black. No offence though. And their cover for Avril's - When You're Gone, sounded; in agonising pain where such a sad song turned sour. EEK. But, after her band, the rest was pretty good.

Then again, all hail local music!

MAN, looking at those bands perform made me want to perform so bad. Grr. Such envy. Haha.

I forgot to mention, the weather yesterday was such an ass! Seriously, those scorching sun rays were burning way into my bones, and to such profound stupidity i was cladded in black; entirely. Ergh! The weather was making me frustrated and to make it worse, i was fasting. Dehydration became my middle name. I swore, there's a fine tann line between my leather bracelet and my wrist after such torment and torture the mighty sun gave me yesterday.

Tentatively, was supposed to meet up with Shawn for some chilling or something in town but the dude slept right after soccer haha! But then again, i would sleep too, after the undesired flames of the sun running down my neck after a match haha. Well, walking through town is pretty equivalent to some kind of field sports, with my perspiration trinkling down my forehead 24/7. TSK.

Well, the flea had great buys and was a blast, what followed next was breaking fast at SPIZE. Woot. Spize rocks my socks off without a doubt. Back to town, for some coffee, man i need my daily coffee, but our destination was somehow detoured to NYDC. For some slacking moments, and NYDC coffee is a huge no-no for me. Hey, what's best to chill and CAMERA WHORE at the same time aye? From, cheesy, act cute, drama mama poses to advertorial wannabes filled the damn memory card haha.

The table behind us was smoking uncontrollably, making them smell and looking like exhaust pipes. Man the smell sucked so bad that i guess the smoke was already part of their body odour. Argh.

The night ended off at Lanson place, again more slacking and chatting. Well, another Saturday nicely spent, with no thoughts of work. Woot.

Sunday was spent slacking at home, and night cycling at East Coast. Now, now let's welcome the work week with full of anxiety and smiles; NOT. Alright, i'll be tucking in soon but before that, i'll be chatting endlessly on MSN somehow, i have 12 windows open but i'm still blogging and i've yet to reply to each and everyone of them HAHA. Ok bye.




"...weekends please..."

as promised, those old supper days; much loved and missed


"...through the glass..."

*edited @ 1128pm

The Humble Room

So the fever has sort off gone down abit. But i'm still having a throbbing headache and body aches. I ate my medication at 5 this morning and that was the last of it for today because i still decide to fast today no matter what. haha. Since i felt much better now, i went around snapping photos of my room. I know, most of you have never ever seen my room before and you guys wonder what kind of shithole i am living in right? HAHA. Well, pardon the bad photos because the glaring sun from my window is not something my pewny 2 megapix camera phone can handle yah.

Anyway, i present you; for the first time ever on my blog; my room. LOL

Told you the sun was glaring; my humble room. Yes i have a silver wall and yellow dots on the left and very ugly old green tiles with a mismatch bedsheet, pillowcase and comforter. I wonder, is that called eccentric or eclectic? But somehow, i think it's just salah. LOL

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Ok byebye.

"...home sweet home..."

All Hail the Virus

I had a medicinal feast after break fast earlier on and the pills, syrup whatever tablets were making me drowsy and i slept at 8pm. What a pig. I woke up soon after around 1030pm, but i'm not feeling any better and the whoozing headache and sweaty nights seemed to linger a little longer than expected. Man, i hate uncomfortable nights, i hate it when the body aches, making me toss and turn to find the right position that might increase the sense of comfort by at least 2%. Grrrr, this is so uncalled for, being feverish that is.

Why am i blogging then?

Because lying down on the bed makes me want to puke, now if lying down to rest makes me puke; what's my own body definition of resting then? I'm warm but yet cold. As contradicting as it sounds but i think most of you would understand how being sick is. With my swelling watery eyes staring at the computer, i think i am able to type a healthy entry; i hope. Well, i can still sms a couple of my friends asking how their day was without any mistakes, so i assume typing a blog entry would be breeze.

What the hell? I sound as though i'm paralyzed for life, or somewhere closer to my death. Tsk. Of course i can type an entry without any hesitant! Except for that pounding headache that continues like a hammer on an anvil. My cats meowing doesn't help either, instead they're another nuisance adding to this pain i'm already trying to bear. How convenient.

I shall try to sleep later, after swallowing down some more pills. But as for now; my nonsensical feverish day will continue the entire night; that's for sure. Roar.

I hate being sick =/

"...medic medic..."

When the Body Takes its Toll

It's only the 6th day of fasting month and i'm kicking in with a fever today. I'm on mc for 2 days but i'm thinking if i should go back work tomorrow to lessen the pile of shit called work that's never ending. And when i say i'm sick of work, i literally get sick.

And i've not taken any medication because i promised myself to actually fast even though i'm sick. If you guys are thinking i am such a devoted muslim, haha think twice. But as i type, the head throbs, the body aches and i'm a constant visitor to the loo (god knows why the bladder became uncontrollable). If the fever subsides tomorrow, i may head off to work but it doesn't look like it. Good thing i don't have to face the old geezer, but the downside, my men will have to face him, which i feel utterly bad for that.

I'm gonna prepare for break fast, and the menu for today is paracetemol and many other medicinal goodness prepared by the doctor.

I'll update later.

"...i don't wanna run away..."

Buried in a Pile of Shit

Nowadays, every morning stepping into the guardroom, makes me depress. I've got a pile of shit to handle daily and yet no one seems to take notice that i am actually working my ass off. Being an RP sucks when times like this. Where the security level is at everyone's neck, with my RSM visiting the guardroom daily and to actually pin point at even the silliest mistakes.

He is so fickle and absent-minded that he calls me Iskandar at one point and Budi at another. I am tired of all this shitnits that i have to go through everyday. Everytime he steps in the guardroom, the tension level rises, everything doesn't seem to be right for him even after being corrected after the umpteenth times and of course incessant nagging continues as it echoes through the vicinity, killing the serenity of what it used to be. Life is seriously is at its lowest now.

Even comfort food and feel good songs doesn't cure or at least soothes this agonising pain in me. I don't look forward to work anymore. I'd only look forward if things were as before, where i do work as it is with no disturbances, with no interference, with no one breathing down my neck 24/7. Where, going up to my HQ branch is not a step into his hellish office to hear more unnecessary nags, but to meet fun, querky people making life as sweet as it was while work would be a breeze for each and everyone of us. Of course, knocking off from work daily is just a joy for all of us. Argh.

"One more time, i see something like this; you take three."

I swear i get that so often, well not only me, but everyone else as well; it goes in through one ear and out the other. The whole dude who took the rifle out saga is seriously making my life miserable which includes my men and others that are involved in the guardroom. If life in the guardroom is supposed to be mundane, garang and everything at a tip top condition; i would seriously quit my job. With constantina wires around the guardroom, constant vehicular checks, id checks which always resulted with endless screwings by the public or army personnels. The things we get in return upon doing our work. I swear being an RP seemed to the most hated person in camp. This is seriously depressing. What's the point of nominating me to be the battalion's best soldier when i can't even find the friggin' time to even write the bloody essay that i'm supposed to for the nomination when work keeps piling endlessly. Argh.

Well i can't please everyone, but i hope my efforts somehow would put a smile on their faces be it work, friends or even family. But right now, i just need serious comforting because no smile is gonna be planted on this face if everything is going to be worse than hell now.

7 more fucking months to go...just 7 more god damn months...

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Are these times contagious?
I,ve never been this bored before,
Is this the prize I've waited for?
Now with the hours passing,
Theres nothing left here to mature.
I long to find a messenger.

Have I got a long way to run?

Is there a cure among us,
From this processed sanity?
I weaken with each voice that sings.
Now in this world of purchase,
I'm going to buy back memories,
To awaken some old qualities.

Have I got a long way to run?

"...man, this sucks..."

Whimsical Late Nights

.......................................SO it's officially a Monday. Enough of depressing and degrading entries because seriously, argh, it makes everything worse. I am not looking forward to camp later because it's nothing but a chore and definitely a bore. Some of the HQ people are out for a parade so yeah; bummer. After bumming at home the whole day reflecting and yet again much stoning, i have to greet the work week with enthusiasm and excitement; i know i'm contradicting myself. -_-"

Since i'm pretty bored, i did serious blog surfing, internet surfing, friendstering and youtubing. Which of course, this is my mode to keep me entertained and sane the whole day. I surf comic pages, such as beaver and steve which is of course without a doubt hillarious. Well you can call me childish but hey those comic strips rawks okaye. It really kills your time when you actually have nothing to do!

(click on visual to enlarge) hehe. it is seriously funny. =P

Anyway, I'm chatting with Shawn (well he's tucked in now), Cheryl and Timothy. Finally, my msn is being put to great use. The healer of boredom, the mighty great one. I am chatting with people on MSN, after complaining that there wasn't anyone left online to chat with because everyone is busy doing their respective work. HAHA. OH WELL, lame old me.

I was chatting with Cheryl about the good old limewire. Remember that software that we use to download stuff until it stopped working for some us. Here's what she has to say:

cheryllllll___. says:
one day limewire hated me, and stopped working

cheryllllll___.. says:
so i hated it back, and deleted it.

Well enough said for that, stop piracy people; stop it! (yet again i'm contradicting myself)

Another work week from hell later. I can feel the burning inferno of work later on and yet i am not asleep. You see, if i sleep now; i'd realise that the moment i wake up; i'll be even closer to work. Okaye, seriously this is not getting anywhere because the much hated work week seriously had infiltrate my brain with delusional thoughts causing severe trauma of the mind. I swear if work is as bad as hell; i think the devils and imps would love it here.

Okay enjoy these nonsensical nonsense below; while i try to make myself sleep now. bye bye.

Randomsicles but Not Entirely

I don't know, the emotional woes attacked me today rather early and quite sudden. I woke up at 1pm, talking about being a pig huh. But yeah, the moment i woke up, it's as though those emotional mood swings are waitng to pounce into me.

So, i ended up feeling slightly depressed than my usual chirpy mornings. Well, not really chirpy la. Haha. I don't really wake up feeling all gloomy and shit.. wait I ACTUALLY DO! hahaha. ANYWAY, back to the main topic here; the mood swings kicked in relatively early. I took a nice cold shower to perk things up but obviously that didn't work. I thought i could actually wash down with a nice warm cup of coffee, but i realised; i was fasting.

Hmph.

I sat on my bed, stoning into mid air with my itunes from my half-fucked pc playing Dishwalla's - Angels and Devils(piano version). I know, i just had to rub it in right? Well, somehow the cold weather and emo songs are seriously the best mix of life right now.

With a million and one thoughts rushed through my mind like a pit stop that never ends, as it echoes down the mind; i stood still and continue to ponder. The brother is in Thailand now. After a very quick message, telling me he's off to Thailand on Thursday morning. How appropriate. The army is creating a distant between us but i can't help it but to actually wait for the both of us to ORD in June next year. I hope it is the army that is creating the distance, not him. It's only 8 more months to go, but who's counting?

---- (taken off sometime back) something that has been in my mind the past few weeks, still...

Hmm, sometimes you come across someone whom you think could be a great friend but the both of you don't even share the same interests and you might fear there'll be nothing to talk about and stuff.

I'm in those very shoes right now.

You may find the dude a great pal to hangout with, crap out silly jokes and have quirky comments together in a bigger group but how would you know that than just being a mere acquaintance you would want to get to know each other better?, in a non-awkward way that is. Could we click or like they say, will there be any chemistry? Yes, you may find him/her to be a great friend, but does him/her thinks otherwise too?


SOMEHOW this still bugs me. Roar.

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Hmm, my msn lately seemed rather boring; there's not much peeps to talk too or they're busy doing their own things where else i can glue my bloody damn face to the computer 24/7 doing some graphics or such. Man, i gotta change my lifestyle. Get involve in some sports or gaming. =P


Ok ciaoz for now fellow blogders i gotta prepare for break fast, more emotional randomsicle entries yah. heh.

"....as those birds fly by...."

Stringent Security

Another trashy work week had just ended and when i meant trashy, it really was. I've never been so tired at work. Just because of the pretty swell-scam-of-a-whore (man i'm fasting i should watch my words!) CPL Dave Teo rifle at Orchard saga; everything is just going haywire and stricter in camps now. Not forgetting, that army personnel lives opposite me in New Upper Changi Road, who actually went to the same secondary and primary school as me. That low lying scoundrel. Security spotchecks had been held for the umpteenth times at my guardroom. And of course we were imposed stringent security measures. It's tiring for my men and myself! Being in-charge yet again sucks, and it doubles the shit i'm already in. Oh not forgetting, i won't be wearing my No.4 during work in the near future because my camp decided that the regimental police in No.4 looked as though we're moulding and doesn't create any fashionable oomph or statement to guard the camp.

Ok not funny. -_-

Anyway, i'll be wearing the No.3, that most dudes in the provost unit wears. YES, the smart, starched, white dangling stuff around my shoulder and the huge white belt uniform. Oh plus the white shiny helmet. Now tell me, how stringent can one get, even if the satorial purposes is being taken into a new change.

It was a crazy week, Saturday; CSSCOM came for visit at 6am in the damn morning for a security check, and on Tuesday MSD and Mindef came for another security check, Wednesday CSSCOM FSM and my CO came again for another security check, on Thursday (it seems to get more and more depressing aye?) all my superiors which includes of course my CO, RSM, S3, S1, etc etc came down for a check and yesterday 2PDF came for another scary check. I SWORE, my balls kept shrinking everytime these checks occur.

But seriously, wouldn't too many cooks spoil the broth?

It seems they're getting a little way too much for these checks. I know ammunition and rifles are huge; but we're very focused and serious when it comes to these two particular items so; take a chill pill fellow SAF people. Man, life's a bore because a the whole rifle-out-of-camp saga. 8 more months to go, but who's counting aye?

On a brighter note, it's already the weekend and i'm looking forward for longer sleep ins and retail therapy yet again heh. I bought a pair of lacoste sneakers, a queen's couture trucker and some other misc items last week; which really satisfy the shit out of me. Woot.

It's quite sad that there wasn't jamming with the HQ people today; was rather looking forward to it though. =( Well we should hang out more like the previous Friday get away, it was fun. haha. Remarkably great crazy pals they are haha.

I'm gonna save some entry for tonight because i'm off to wash some of my shoes hurhur.

"...nobody knows it..."

I've got tonnes to type but i can't seem to gather those thoughts and experiences into words now. Maybe later in the day.

But all i can say.


DIE YOU DAVE TEO DIE! YOU'RE MAKING MY LIFE MISERABLE AT WORK BECAUSE OF YOU!

ok nights.

Woes and Maps of a Problematique

So, i took urgent leave today because my aunt from my dad's side passed away. It was rather unexpected because i remembered her to be one of those crazy whacky aunt in the family (you see every family has one). But i wasn't really close to her but it was close enough to make me shed a tear upon hearing her death. I must admit, i didn't really talk to her that much but i remembered when the whole family gets together she's always the jovial one that made all woes into laughter. I paid my respects earlier, attended the ceremonial procession, etc and also accompanied my mom throughout the entire funeral. Well, you will always be remembered aunty.

Rest in peace.

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It's midweek, and i'm tired as hell. I've got eyebags size of melons, i've had sleepless nights and endless work piling up in camp. Best of all, fasting month begins on Thursday. Now now, to be full of patience and resilience to endure the month ahead.

Somehow, i'm rather pissed with myself. I can't seem to get my act right to do everything the correct way. I know, i can't please everyone around me but i've always try my best to at least please most of them. Sometimes, when i can't get to do the right thing or at least make someone happy because i'm incompetent to do so because sometimes situations puts me in a dilemma; work and social life. I've always had this problem; it seemed to prolong untill now. It breaks my heart when i can't put a smile on someone. Argh.

I wish i could have the right to actually defy the phrase that; i can't please everyone around me. It's tough now, i've got things to settle for my men at work to at least give them the benefit that their hardwork are being paid off but then again the shitload of work by and the fear of the superior interferes putting me a situation where there should be a clean cut between work and friends. Now, that's something i can't do. Damn it. Sometimes, being in-charge sucks.

Another thing; my best friend is going over to Thailand for military purposes this weekend and he hasn't gotten back to me. I know the commando's had taken over his life, but isn't there any space for a life long buddy here? I messaged him once in a blue moon to see how things are and stuff because i swore, give it one more month and it'll be half a year since i've seen him. But yeah, hoping offs were given to him prior his trip to Thailand, but it doesn't seem like it. My 22nd is coming up, and i know he won't be there and i don't blame him because i have the SAF to blame for haha. Now, i can't get through him at all! Every other person that knows him, asks me how is he and stuff because they've yet to meet him; even some after graduation. Well, answer to that is that, he barely has the time to meet me and vice versa and not to worry guys; you're not alone in this scenario aye?

Jason bro, i'm missing you man. Really do, i'm not even sure if you even read my blog now but heck it, i'll just leave this note here. Dude, brother we've taken this NS thing way too far aye? We've made alot of promises in the past and we've yet to fulfill it. Remember the cheesy acronyms, BFF? Well, somehow we made that promise then, do stick to it bro.

Have anyone seen or heard about my best friend?

"....irreplaceable, but i think you may be...."

The Sweet Escape

Hey guys, yesterday was my formation's family day at the godforsaken land, the chinese gardens. I've only been to the place once where, fully cladded imperial pagoda's, warriors, long white bridges and weird looking turtles scattered around the somewhat mystical garden. But being in such tranquility, could be the epitome of boredom. I know the irony.

But to make it even worse, to actually have a carnival like event to be held there. The place is totally wedding photo material, with those wispy willows, long running rivers... okay i think you guys get the picture now aye. Only the occassional monitor lizard(it's not a komodo dragon shawn haha) that swims freely across the river that intrigues the suaku-ness between some of us. That's the closest fun it got during my formation's family day.

The most irritating thing about the event was the aerosol spray cans shooting out those party streamers which were endless by the way. The kids, our superiors (yes superiors), everyone else kept going and the streamers kept coming. Which was totally not CFC free, haha. Live earth anyone? Tsk.

Well, a couple of us, well actually majority of us tried to escape, which failed terribly because of the camp's officials being scattered around the main entrance trying to detain us in the garden being captivated among the midst of crazy weird spraying people and monuments that dated way back to the qing dynasty. With an ass of an officer what so ever, who uses his rank in a public event scolding us trying to leave the place, but have we left the place? NO, so what is his stupid problem; we're still in the premises right? Apparently, this lack of hair, wrinkly faced, oily tanned face of a kuali officer decides to use his rank despite it's a laid back fun event and gave most of us a mouthful of angsty of bad english and enzymes spitting lecture. Which apparently, the garden is as old as him causing the mental torture of seeing people younger than him trying to go through such escapades would be even much more fun for him to do so but he was stuck with the army for the entirety of his life and being part of the event official is just making him more depress than he already is. Tsk.

Anyway, a couple of us; Shawn, Fairiz, Veus, Taufique, Khai2 and Fadli, walked around abit and managed to find a get away somewhere through the secluded part of the garden. With much climbing and running; we escaped. Sweet. Which made us leave the whole family day saga of an event and headed to town for some makan, coffee, lan gaming, dvd watching and even more makan. haha. It was fun, while the rest gamed, i watched. Apparently it was an interesting watch because i wasn't bored at all. Now, that's a first. HAHA. I should get my knickers on some gaming man; whoah that's coming from me? haha.

Watching a horror movie with Fairiz was quite an event. HAHA, with his spasm attack with the slightest door slamming, thunder clapping and woman popping out of no where. It's all captured on video, thanks to Shawn, which is now under the captivity of everyone's mobile. Hello youtube. Heh. Next up after Taufique and Veus left was supper at Spize with more chats. Much camerawhoring done and we left the place around 1am. Headed back with Shawn and Khai since Fadli and Fairiz were biking. It was an eventful Friday and more of it to look forward to before each and everyone ORD. Well, who says we can't meet up after the big ORD right? haha. We're going jamming next weekend, woot so i hope it's a confirm haha.

"....fiddlesticks...."

The Great Escape

Today was great, from sweet escapes, gamings and dvd's watching. It was a good fun day. HAHA. Anyway, a post will be up soon, cause i'm to tired and lazy to type it now haha. I'll just post up a collage for now. Goodnight all.


"...if i could escape..."

Melodramatic

Somehow, right now. I've never felt miserable in my life, ever. And it's a funny thing because i have no clue why haha. It's like seeing an old friend again; where u sit and get discuss all the bad times and you wallow together with this ghost in feelings of rancor and aggression and in turn self-pity and finally stoic arrogance haha.

That stupid old feeling.

I'm intermittently engulfed by this feeling of desperation. This frenzy of emotions that launches me into a frantic search of reprise. Of comfort in someone or something. To seek solace in whatever i can find it in but unfortunately, the search for it continues. So i'll just rub it out and pretend that i wasnt quite me, that i'm not quite me. Sort of here but not. Man, the melodrama.

The confessions of a teenage dramaqueen.

I'm gonna blame the early hours, where the vast night sky shadows over the entire island in a twilight zone of night and day. The heart and mind runs quizzically, with unanswered questions; burning desires and silent woes. As the silent night echoes menacingly through the thick walls of my abode, the empty heart resides squealling in pain. What a night.

I'm going to take a little nice walk now with lonely.

"...crosses fingers..."

Music and Lyrics

I'm about to sleep but i've decided to give a quick post.

Shawn is one hell of a guy, it really amazes me on how he composes his music. He really has a talent for writing, with whimsical metaphors and alliterations that actually packs a punch. A deep meaning to it but defined in words that are not really being deciphered directly. What best is to put his talented writing skills into song writing. He sent to me one of his composed songs yesterday and the lyrics were; good. That is without a doubt. Not forgetting, his song writing is accompanied by his music composing. Be it guitar or drums or even both. It was rather good. Some people are blessed with such wonderful talents.

Well, i hope one day he could achieve much more than just considering it as a hobby or interest. You'll always have my support dude (=

Anyway, i just have to tell everyone this because i really find his god-gifted talented is really, amazing and it'll be unworthy if it is being kept to oneself. Haha. Well, design and being a vocalist is my forte that's for sure. I'm gonna head off to bed now and hopes that i'll woke up the next morning blessed with talents like him.

"...sing a song..."

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power, but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is run
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune
The music's played by the mad men

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody, some are the beat
Sooner or later they'll all be gone
Why don't they stay young?

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
and diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs that we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?

"...you know, sometimes i can be your confidant..."

Weekends weekends

The swelling on my ankle had pretty much gone down and i do not limp as much as before. But the pain still lingers causing my used to be elephantitis ankle to ache and sore like no one cares. Argh, that's that.

Let me see, yesterday was spent at Comex, town, Bugis and back to town. So Comex was good, amazingly cheap gadgets and gizmoes. Which made me go back today. haha. Anyway, i had an over doze off coffee from Starbucks yesterday. I made 3 pit stops at Starbucks for a back to back chilling sessions with obviously 3 different groups of friends. I'm not that boh liao okaye.

I had 3 cups of hazelnut latte and a caramel machiatto. I know, the caffeine intake in a day went a little overboard causing me to have an extremely late hyperactive night. hurhur.

Dinner was uber good, because the good ol' new york fish and chips from fish & co never fails to put a hungry stomach happy with a huge sense of satisfaction.

A bloated me, when scampering around town slacking at starbucks. I had great catch ups and meet ups though, which ended rather late. In the cab ride home, i was feeling rather intoxicated with all the various food i consumed today. Which i think, it's the coffee doing it's magic. Causing my tummy to churn, not in hunger. Bleahz. I need to detoxify myself so bad, no, not shitting. I just feel the need to get rids of the toxins in me because i feel utterly uncomfortable with the tsunami in my tummy. Hey that last phrase rhymes! Okay not funny -_-".

Had late night msn chats Taib and Shawn, and more tellie watching. haha.




Yet another random photo of Shawn caught sleeping. I swear, i've captured more than enough photos of him re-charging aye? hahaha.

Alright, currently my Sunday was spent practically at Comex, Army Open house and now home. HAH! Oh well. Okaye i'm gonna post up a picture that made me reminisce the good old times when i was happily burying myself in school projects. A photo that marks the end of a wonderful beginning. The clock continues to tick and a day older we get.

why does it have to end?
why don't we hit restart,
and pause it at our favorite parts.
we'll skip the goodbyes.
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au revoir fellow friends and readers. =)

"....good old times...."

A nice and tired Saturday well spent. More of it tomorrow or later in the day yah. I'm shagged out. Nights.

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