Hi, Can You Also Help Me Spend My Money, Eat My Food, Sleep, etc. I saw something really peculiar today. It’s not “wow” peculiar, but more like “weird” peculiar. As you all know, today’s the first day of the traditional Chinese festival where many believed that the spirits of the resting-in-peace make a trip back down (or up for most) to visit us earthlings, probably getting familiar with those whom will be joining them in the future. One of the things we can do for them is to prepare a feast and burn incensed paper and joss sticks as a form of respect. So, what really intrigued me, in a mildly-disturbing kinda way, was that I saw a clique of maids, and definitely foreign ones, gathering around the designated bin to dump the incensed papers as they were tasked to. Wow, so what now? We can outsource anything nowadays huh? Including “paying of respect” and “remembering your loved ones”? I mean, there are many things we can have other people do for us, if we have the reasons and the means to, in this case, but things like your own tradition and your own ancestors? What has the Singaporean world come to? So what’s next? Fuck my wife/husband for me? What the hell. I’m Old I just realised that come September, I would have been blogging for 4 years! I certainly don’t feel that it’s been so long. Maybe because of the consistency, or the lack of, but I feel it’s like yesterday I just entered my first post and like I just got to know Blinkymummy (and then Adrian). And it also just dawned on me that this September holds a lot of significance: ORD + my gf’s birthday and now, my 4th year into blogging (in order of how crucial it is to me ). (Baby if you’re reading this please know that I still love you!) Anyhow something freaky just happened last week. I lost my key and I couldn’t find it anywhere and after asking around, I sadly concluded that nobody was holding on to it. Then there was this incident where both me and my bunkmate (we’re staying in 2-men bunk) were not in the room and when I went back the room was locked - with his key still inside! So because my key was gone and he didn’t have his, how could the bunk have been locked?! And it happened twice! The 3rd time was the creepiest of all. We went for breakfast and when we returned, our bunk was opened and the lights were on and my key was on my pillow. How is that motherfucking possible? I want to believe it’s a prank, and I believe it is. And I’m gonna get so pissed because they all know I’m up for pranks and stuffs like that cos I do that ALL THE TIME, but we always do that with sense. Opening my bunk when not a single soul was around to look after the stuffs is plain stupid and inconsiderate. Rest, Look, Go It’s unbelievable. 22 months ago I brought my heavy bag, and along with a heart weighing ten times more, to the dreaded Pasir Ris place where we’re all herded into the lok kok bus that took us to the Ferry Terminal. I came to a place where I spent 3 crazy months and didn’t actually had this “bond” which everyone relishes of their BMT in Pulau Tekong. To be honest, I felt at home, at ease and definitely much happier in my unit (read: where you’re posted to after your Basic Military Training). However, that’s another story for another day. Counting down to the fateful day, 6th Sept, it’s ironically slower when it’s actually getting nearer. I felt that time passed significantly quicker when it passed the halfway-mark. Now that when I only have 2 months left, it crawls at a snail’s pace. Believe me, it’s true, and proven. Maybe because of the anticipation, with a whole lot of eagerness that’s affecting my sense of time, mentally and biologically. You really can’t blame me for feeling this way can you? There’s tons of stuffs I’m waiting to do after I ORD - going back to study, getting a temporary job to save up for that, looking up and keeping tabs for both (which I’m already into that, in fact quite a while ago), spending more time actually on myself (spiritually and physically), paying more attention to what’s actually happening to the world on a smaller scale, blogging, reading, revamp the room a little, etc. There’s just so many just to list a few. If anyone of you knows me personally or have been reading this little space long enough (and actually understand why), I have a little bit of backlog of my life to catch up and work on. Studying, and making sure I do it well while doing it because I like it, landing a decent job after that etc. - they all matter a lot at this point of time for me. More so now, if I must say. I’m not young anymore to be exact. I’m mature but I screw things up at times, but I’m here to make changes for myself. Just for the record, I actually love learning and am not adverse to that, but I can be pretty stubborn (and at all cost, even if it comes heftily) when something is forced down my throat. I mean, as a guy, genetically I’m programmed to hate anything down my throat forcibly, if you know what I mean. Well, if anything, my somewhat little setback in poly only made me yearn even more to get that record straight. It’s like knowing you didn’t do something well enough and you just can’t live with not fixing it. Sure, I most probably won’t be going back to poly - 3 years isn’t short, but there are alternatives which I am gonna go for. I’m still fixing it. Hell, even if it’s not for myself, it’s gonna be for my gf. She’s a few years older and if we are going to commit, I guess it’s not surprising or out of place to say I am a little behind time, is it? I can’t imagine when I’m like 30 and I’m just 2-3 years into my career and I can’t even convince myself to promise her anything. I want the best for her and the both of us. I know she doesn’t mind but I have my goals and the principles to achieve them. Maybe that’s the way I always am - living on the edge, hanging by the cliff. I’m just fan4 jian4 I guess. Haha. Anyhow, I know I haven’t been posting often, and like I have always said, I miss you guys (as of all my friends and you guys know who you are), do check back once in a while, although recently it has been disappointing with the lack of updates. I want to complete this journey with you. In fact, I really do see myself blogging decades more. So if you are interested to hear about my wedding (not like it’s anytime soon), see my first child and how he/she has grown, what I’m doing at work, how I’m planning on my retirement, what school my kids are attending, whether they are good kids… stay with me. Also, shifting of this place hasn’t been going on of late. Therefore, seeing this site disappear won’t be anytime soon. Take care, y’all. I Am Right Here Still Alive Of course besides loving my gf and feeling grateful for her existence, my friends and loved ones and my health (totally forgetting the harm I’m doing to my lungs with the smokes), there’s also John Terry missing the final spotkick in the Champions League finals, which is one of the stuffs that keeps me very happy. Lovely. I’m sure this euphoria is stronger, higher and more significant than the birth of your first child, doing Elizabeth Hurley, and getting married. To people who are concerned and gives a hoot, I am currently training for my SOC and the Army Half Marathon, which is in June and August respectively, preparing for a local exercise, fretting over a new PC, retrieving lost data and thinking of my medical appointment on Tuesday. Oh, did I mention? I was referred to NUH for a further scan on my kidneys because the doctor in my camp couldn’t tell whether they were stones (size of little dots/specks) or my stool (wtf). Therefore I went to give my urine sample and a ultra-scan roughly a week ago. The ultra-scan is actually the same that is used on expectants to see whether they’re having a boy or a girl and with a weird, and may I say, an inappropriate (just kidding), sense of humour, the doctor exclaimed “congratulations, it’s your kidney!”. I’d rather he not tell me it’s gonna be cold because I have no time to prepare and it really felt cold with the gel and all. So anyway, he couldn’t tell also whether there were stones (again) because unless it’s big enough or it could be in other parts of my body. Horror. Hence, another appointment was scheduled for my blood test and a more precise imaging to be performed. But of course, there’s a chance that there are no stones at all lah. This imaging is called the IVU and it works by having dye inserted into your body via blood and it’s said to be able to contrast the stones and the black and white picture of your body. Hmm, doesn’t sound very exciting, but it’s for my health and a peace of mind. So many things happening sometimes I think routine and monotony might not seem really bad. Anyway, anybody knows what’s the font used here in the draft of your wp-admin? Not the font on my page but you know, in your draft? Good Gracious Without a doubt, after returning from overseas there leaves a heap of stuffs to be caught up on. Work, as well as relationships, are things that nobody can escape from. And between this two, it is easy to see which one one really wants to escape from. Things can’t be great when in reality, what you can never escape from is the one you truly want to. There are loose ends to be tied at work, friends who have been with you for quite some time in the service ORD-ing soon, superior getting posted out, personal life overhaul (an overstatement and I hope it remains that way), and dealing with the necessities of living. Cool, that’s what life is all about, no? Juggling and being fluid and then getting a grasp. New challenges new kicks. ;P Wait for me. On an ending note, to this post, I hereby wish my previous OC all the success in his future endeavours and happiness. Promise we will find some coffee time and I’ll make sure you tell us the million things you can’t bitch with us when you’re still our boss. To Be Really Really Honest Reasons why I haven’t blogged about the trip: 1. Been doing really miscellaneous stuff 2. Pictures are not up yet - some of them are in my friend’s camera 3. Playing online game 4. Spending time with GF 5. Rushing to finish the 4 books I borrowed which was intended to read during the trip but never got a proper chance to, which was unexpected and is something I don’t want to talk about. :/ Reasons why the shifting to the new site is gonna take some time: 1. Learning about domain stuff and is still quite noob at it 2. Refusing to settle for anything less than the way I had pictured it to be 3. The amount of work that has to be put in can be very daunting and I won’t deny that after being away for a while takes the enthusiasm away. Let me get the momentum back. This is a promise I made to myself and I very much want to give the same to you but really, I don’t want to disappoint anybody. Not like anyone will die from it but the explanation is to show that I CARE and whatthefuck why should you actually. Hahaha. Pardon me but yeah, TIME IS PRECIOUS AND I’M GOING BACK TO CAMP SO SOON. NNB. Back Hey everyone I’m back from TW and I must say I’m so bushed! It could be because of the lousy weather here or it could also be that I’m sick. Having cough and flu. So sway right? I have sososo many things left to be done right now and top of the list has to be unpacking and more unpacking, and then packing up everything later. Gees. Therefore, a mental alarm sounded off and I’m thinking the construction of the new site has to be put on hold as I start prioritising what I need to finish first. However the move is still on. So yeah. Will be working on it as soon as all the necessary things are done. Seriously considering all possibilities, I have to: 1. UNPACK AND WASH 2. More unpacking and packing (plus my room) 3. Meet up with GF 4. Meet up with friends to gather as well as pass them stuffs 5. Cut my hair and do some maintenance work to my face (don’t be surprised) 6. Get my online game back on track (it’s a healthy commitment and very real-time) 7. Check mails 8. Work on shifting of blog I’ll be posting here still, and most probably about my trip - with pictures hopefully - once everything is done. Will that be too long? Oh well, I think I’ll try to squeeze this in between my list, and get it up before as soon as possible. How’s everyone doing! Will Be Back In May Flying off to TW on Wednesday midnight and will only be back first week of May. If you think you can’t survive with me being away for this period - as apparently reading my blog gives you multiples - you can read my archives below, or check out the blogs on my blogroll. One more thing though, when I’m back from TW, most probably I’ll work on transferring this blog to another site, I really hope those of you who are really keen to know the url email me at tzbDOTlovesDOTyouATGMAILDOTCOM and verify (sort of) who you are. You might want to check out this post to find out why. Thanks and bye (soon). Of Anonymity Online Before I ever had a blog myself, I used to read a certain famous female blogger who’s totally crazy about pink, mrbrown, cheeky, bubblemunche (now defunct), cowboycaleb and AKK. Now I still read all except one. You will notice that some of them are totally okay with revealing who they are - as in, with their pictures and all, including their family members’ - on their blogs. When I wanted to start a blog, I had to mull over whether to be totally anonymous, partially anonymous or be totally cool with letting others know who I am with a face. Initially, I started somewhat anonymously. My first blog was at Blogger (jianjiandandan.blogspot.com). As I thought the url was really silly, I changed it (zhebineverything.blogspot.com). I also changed the username to my own name. Eventually I switched over here to WordPress, and I must say I really like using it. It’s hard for me to turn coat now. I guess the reason for the transition is because I was getting more comfortable. I mean, all I blog about is my mundane daily stuffs and not exactly happening school affairs which everybody does and nobody really gives a damn about. So there’s actually no need for me to remain anonymous. In summary, it’s unlikely what I say will matter to or affect anybody. However, just the other day I was surfing the net lazily and there was an article talking about job interview questions, and I was somewhat surprised that your future employer might actually google you. So I was thinking, is it really okay to be totally cool with letting others know that one owns a blog, no matter how sensitive his/her work is? Say, you still blog about the normal stuffs, your random thoughts and anything exciting you’d want to update, but sometimes blog vaguely about your work without identifying anybody (a little bitching) and not talking about the contents of your work - will that be okay? Now with Facebook, it’s even easier for your employers to know you - the ‘you’ that’s outside work. However, will it eventually lead you to become out of work instead? If you’re one of those who are sick of seeing people messing up their names on Friendster, you probably have your real name on Facebook then. So, basically all it takes is typing into the search function, and voila - pictures of yourself wasted at some club with one hand on the crotch and the other flipping the finger shows up for all to see. But let’s go back to blogging: will your employer get edgy in his/her seat knowing you have a blog? And how much personal space do you really have even if you are partially anonymous? I tend to talk so much crap and a whole lot more nonsensical stuffs, and I don’t think it will make me look very good to my future employer. Plus, he/she might even bring my blog into the picture if I happen to be lesser on the ball at work. Wah got time to blog no time to work is it! Anyway, somethings I know from work really opened up my horizons as it is almost inescapable from the radar if you were to be even partially anonymous. Let’s just say to be feeling totally comfortable, I might import my blog to a different place, but you can be sure I’ll let you guys know. Most likely, I’d personally email everyone on my blogroll the new url, and hopefully people who are reading me but aren’t in my blogroll, and are interested to know where I’m gonna be, drop me a mail and verify, perhaps. I am now making plans for that already. But most probably, the full-scale construction of the new site will take place after I come back from overseas (yes, I know, again). Tell me what you people think of this. Love 101 Unbeknownst to many people, especially to people who are totally clueless, there’s actually a Dummies Guide to Love. You can find it at Blinkymummy’s and over there, she calls it “The Love Problematique”. I find them especially meaningful, but of course if you’re a guy who’s still pretty much in the game, and intends to stay, then maybe it won’t appeal. Personally I think it’s a good read when every aspect of one’s behaviour has been rationally pointed out and discussed. The Love Problematique - Stage 0 The Love Problematique - Stage 1 The Love Problematique - Stage 2 The Love Problematique - Stage 3 The Love Problematique - Stage 4 I think I’m at Stage 2, slowly transiting to Stage 3. What about you? Motherfucking Scared-ed The other day I was peeing happily when I suddenly felt some pain around my crotch area. As I continued to pee I tried to locate exactly where the pain was coming from and I realised it was from the bladder region. Basically I just saw my balls shrank into raisins right before my eyes and I was motherfucking freaked out. Then I looked very hard and heaved a sigh of relief when I saw there wasn’t any unusual colour in my pee. Neither was there any discharge. Nevertheless I went to see a doc after I felt really unwell as the pain grew from pulsing to throbbing then to slightly unbearable. Your face damn pale lah was what they said. I wondered whether it was from the scare or from the pain. While registering at the counter, I was thinking what to say when the medic asked what I was there for. Erm.. Bladder pain. Er, strain, sorry. No, I mean pain, sorry sorry. Seriously when you are feeling pain in that kind of uncomfortable area you will find it hard to find words to describe it too. The doc asked many questions which were kind of personal and although undoubtedly I was the victim, I actually found the time to laugh at all the scenes that were forming in my head. In my mind of course. He asked me whether I visited places of “interest”, whether I had a partner (or partners), whether it was protected, in his own words “was it through natural means” and whether it was good. Ya, gotcha. Of course he didn’t. So I answered him accordingly and he deduced that I could have gotten it from… So, although I thought it was possible but who knows for sure. Just to stay on the cautious side, he asked me to go for an X-ray to see whether there are any stones, which was what I wanted to suggest anyway. The review is on Monday and it’s the same kind of feeling you get from waiting for exam results, I tell ya. Just that this might really hurt physically AND emotionally. Seriously. Step Up 2 The Streets Fucking amazing, the moves they can do with their bodies. I highly recommend this show. It doesn’t have the greatest story but I’m telling you nobody watches dance movies for the fucking plot. This is the trailer. If you want to watch the main dancing parts of the movie, there are two on youtube and you can look up from there. However, I’d strongly advise you to watch the show if you’re a fan of dance movies. Heck, even if you’re not, you have the right to be impressed. I Like Breasts As what The God has made good, and which I advocate. My colleague told me today that the search for the exact quote “I like breasts” had only 600+ results. This is clearly an injustice to all the beautiful mammaries bouncing around out there. It is absolutely preposterous! Hence, here and now, I Rock, You Suck pledges its undrying undying love for boobs, knockers, jugs, titties of all colours and denominations. I strongly urge that all self-respecting male bloggers out there post an entry with this title, because the fate of the relationship between mankind and hooters hangs precariously in the balance. We must unite in this noble cause and cry out in one voice and no uncertain terms that we, the True Men of Earth, love and adore breasts. We must not falter, we must not rest, until the internet is literally, liberally, littered with results for the search for the quote “I like breasts”. Link Crazy Weather Chilling for the past week it’s even absurd and plain sadomasochist to turn on the fan in the room. The rain made our job really tough. Then when we stopped the sun blazed. Cheebye lah. The Reason Behind Well, to some people my last post might seem a little harsh, and you might also be wondering what was the triggering factor behind. I guess I was trying to drive home a point that many people seem to be missing from. My observation tells me that most people adopt a very indifferent attitude towards this recent event. Many believe that it is not an issue that will greatly affect their lives and are pretty convinced that things will turn out fine. Well, that’s a pretty good mindset to have, but I think it’s commendable if you say that only when something undesirable happens. Just don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched or get too complacent or regret later. True, there is always an ending or a conclusion to everything, but do take note that it may not be a bed of roses every single time. You might say you trust your men in blue wholeheartedly or you might also think that since he was caught before there is no reason why he wouldn’t be in the cell again. Well, the truth is he managed to escape and hasn’t been found yet. People get spoon-fed in school, breastfed at home, and now they expect that others can play their part and feed their safety back to them. I mean, that is of course if they think this thing poses a threat to them in the first place. People are working hard and sacrificing their weekends to preserve the peace and security and they are thinking of what Britney Spears can be up to next, or whether they can get a good deal at the IT Show this weekend. Due to what I’ve learned in my work, sources of information coming from common people are very valuable. Though they may be just clues and leads with nothing as concrete as where he exactly is, it is still important to forming a big picture when the pieces are put together. Those traces can lead to some where and might even save your nonchalant asses. What is disappointing is when I heard from my mates in camp that people whom they talked to about this issue even told them they didn’t know until it was brought up. It is an issue of national security, my sweet lord. Are they really that detached or are they really that interested in which nightspot has just opened or are there any upcoming tertiary bashes? It amazes me how some people can be so naive and overly-optimistic. I’m not asking for pessimism here. I’m only thinking why people can’t be a little critical at times when it’s needed. Clueless-ness about important things just irks me so much. I just hope that guy knows there are people looking for him and stay as low as possible until we find him, and not have any crazy bold ideas to do anything in a willful fit. The Real Deal About The Jailbreak The escape of Mas Selamat: What it means for the nation besides having the same front pages until he’s caught? See, the cynic in me has come to work again. You should have seen the look on my face when I was reading the papers that carried the report of his escape few days ago. My campmate was reading to me line by line and I kept going in a high-pitched HUH?! as he reads on. I mean, how could that have happened? Right under their noses, no less. This is the guy who had wanted to blow up places and kill people just to instill fear and inflict pain. He is not afraid to die with you for his “cause”. When he gets out and wants to make his move, you think you still can sit down here and read my blog? You still can go clubbing? Shopping? Schooling? Taking public transport? Going to work? Yes, this is the very guy that can re-write the way you or some other people in the world can die. This is the guy that escaped. Wake up. C’mon people, all the years you’ve been studying pursuing your dream, all the hard work put into your career, all the sweet peaceful love shared between you and your lover, the hopes of watching your kids grow, all the “Singaporean dream” can disappear. All it takes is one action from that stupid guy and you can wave all your big dreams goodbye. Why, don’t think it could be you? Who the fuck are you? The island’s so small and if you think anything tragic can happen it won’t get you? What I’m concerned about is while Singaporeans are so kiasee, most have selective situations to use their well-honed skills on. You would know, because you took exams before. Because almost all have been so sheltered from thinking for themselves, fending for themselves, they have been lacking the ability to be vigilant and surviving in tough situations. The only reason why people can take long hours working in investment banks is because of the money, the only reason why people sign on is because of the scholarships, the only reason why people work so hard to earn multiple incomes has also got to do with money. So when it comes to situations like this, they would pretend and live in denial that oh it’s gonna be okay and everything will pan out like how my life has turned out so far. They will believe that without them doing anything, things will turn out fine and everything will resume to normal. Believe me, nothing will be the same if he’s not caught. So do your fucking part and keep a lookout, even if it’s not for you, it’s for your future. Even if it’s not for your future, it’s for your kids. Stop depending on others now. They are the ones who allowed him to escape right under their noses. No Idea What To Put For A Title We love the guo tie at Queenstown and more than just occasionally, we’ll head down to get our fix. They have the nicest spicy and sour soup too. Well, not always lah, because sometimes they just taste “normal”. Usually it’s fantastic. As always, I’ll let my GF have all the prawns because I’m not the biggest fan and I only eat them if they’re shelled and also, a lot of it has to depend on my mood. I’m not fussy; I just have a preference, okay. Tried the chicken rice there for the first time, surprisingly, as we’ve been there a few times already and my GF raved about it. Turned out pretty normal leh. She thought it didn’t look the same like the one she had before. The stall got President Nathan’s photo taken with the owners one wor. Can be inconsistent one meh. Anyway, if you’re wondering where in Queenstown it’s at where the old bowling + cheap cinema place. Directly opposite the Shell station, and quite near Queenstown Police Division. Look.. If there’s anybody who misses blogging as much as me, then I think it’s gotta be me. Yes, it’s true I get to book out and it’s also true that I do come online whenever possible, but it is not without some internal struggles. Usually I will just check my emails, login to FB, read blogs, surf a little bit of web and that’s all. It is apparent that planting my ass in front of the monitor is only but a loving memory. I know you guys may want to hear from me (I don’t know exactly how many of you really do), but you know how sometimes when you see someone who’s still serving NS and you want to catch up, maybe the last thing you want to hear from him is how horrified he was when he received the news that he has 3 guard duties to do or how many arrows he’s kena-ed from his superiors, right? Sure, we could talk about what’s happening to the world now, we could also reminisce the old times, but on the blog? For now, I’ll love to talk about what’s happening currently to me, what I feel or think, and what you’re up to. So you see, there’s actually not very much for me to say, even when there’s really interesting stuffs, it’s still army-related. None of which I eagerly want to repeat to anybody outside the circle. Besides, it’s not like my job-scope allows me to do so in depth. In short, I see no reason why I should bore innocent people, i.e. you. There are a lot of important things in my life I can do easily after I ord. One of which is getting my relationships back on track. Relationships with my friends, family, my room, the society, and lastly, myself. Spiritually, I don’t think I am as fulfilled as I would have liked. Managing relationships can be a tough thing. It needs maintenance for it to sustain. Oh well, it’s a good thing that the counter on my FB says I have only 193 more days to freedom. That’s 6 months or thereabout and definitely, I can smell it. Ah, sweet. FA Cup: Man Utd 4 - 0 Arsenal Sweet. Really sweet. Yo! Hi everyone, firstly I wish a Happy Chinese New Year to all. I know this is a bit late but still valid okay. CNY this year was better than the last, but not as great as before. Now old already don’t play with cousins anymore. Only the younger ones play and we entertain them (gasp). Nevertheless, they are often the ones that bring more life and noise (inevitably but appreciated) to the gathering. One cousin got married last year and another (her sister) would be getting hitched the next. We’ve grown so much and so fast now lor. The cousin who got married last year even gave me hongbao can. I was so paiseh. I’ve always thought you don’t have to give to tong bei (same generation), but I don’t know what happened lah, general reflex I think, I accepted nonetheless. They kept asking me to bring my gf along the next time and even specifically asked her to come for my cousin’s wedding next year. Haha, we’ll see lah. So that’s for CNY. Secondly, Happy Valentine’s. Thirdly, Happy Friendship Day for the singles. Surprised The GF at her workplace just now and gave her the present. And I’m glad she likes it. Sometimes some presents that are inexpensive but rich in thoughtfulness mean a lot more than just chocolates, flowers and stuffs. I just don’t like to be a conformist. I don’t know that’s good or bad but it certainly worked well this time round. Timex Got myself a Timex digital watch as the Casio one became chui beyond words. The Casio was a really cheap common watch mainly for NS usage and I have never worn that one out ever. It has been with me to many places, often outfields, and it has served me well. However, when the strap snapped, along with the thing.. you know the thing which you slide your excess strap under, ya that thing, I knew a new watch is definitely on the way. I have decided to get a better one so that I won’t have any urges in the future to want to splurge on ‘just another watch that does the same function but is only better looking’. This watch shall be mainly for sports, can fly in the air and swim in the water with me, and should be a digital one. And another important criteria is that it shouldn’t have a face that’s too big (most G-Shocks). G-Shocks are good and solid. But they are far too big for my preference. Therefore Timex was the apparent choice. Had intended to take a picture just to show you guys but, you know, for what? Anyway, I like the new watch even it doesn’t look very sexy at first. It’s becoming really cool after I started wearing it on my wrist. Must be me - I’m sexy. P.S: I was considering an Adidas one but did not go with the idea because I reckon Timex is more durable. 10 Things That Make Me Happy In a bid to make me blog more often (probably), I was tagged by Ollie to do this meme. So here goes: 1. Every moment spent with her. 2. Making her laugh, thus seeing her smile. 3. Waking up feeling recharged and ready to take on the world. 4. Tidying up my room, organising my to-do-list, and collecting my thoughts before concluding on what to do. 5. People showing compassion. 6. Gathering and meeting up with friends and talking cock. 7. Playing mahjong and sports. 8. Seeing my dreams materialising. 9. Buying new things (sinful but really therapeutic). 10. Little baby girls throwing tantrums at their parents. It’s a funny yet warming sight. There you go. No Meaning Just A Filler I’m home now because I was on course and it ended earlier. Given a night’s off before heading back to camp for the RT TOMORROW. Sian, waste my time. Didn’t really have a lot of time left during the weekends even before the first half of my Saturdays got taken away for extra trainings. Usually it lasts till 9 - 10 but I reached home only at 1 last week. Too tired to want to do anything thus the whole day was spent doing practically nothing. In fact I did only one good thing and it’s doing nothing. Now with my to-do-list (yes I do have one) getting longer and my Saturdays taken away for work, there isn’t a lot of time to do a lot of relaxing and enriching. So much for enjoy the weekends. My ass. Anyway, I just realised I haven’t bathe yet. Bye. FYI: My camp got 3 cookhouses, 2 got food poisoning cases. Zzz. Worst Lot Been coming home only on Saturdays for the third week now. I have no time, no morale and no more life. And I am so tired. Omg NS is not my life man. What are they doing to me? Only looking forward to Chinese New Year. Or am I? Heard there will be duty to do on one of the first 3 days. Sigh. Whatever man. Once September comes I will be fucking off. I love where I am and what I’m doing but I hate having no control over my own time (NS in general). Argh. What Goes Around Comes Around So, as my birthday fell on a weekday this year, it is pretty inevitable that I will get “saboh” by my campmates. I can’t say I wasn’t expecting it at all; I might - if I didn’t get so deeply involved in their birthdays. So now when it came to my turn, I guessed as much I wouldn’t have it easy. I was reminded of being one of the main participants of using the firehose + kiwi + taupok on JJ, W’s tattoo on his back (and the struggles he had in vain), G’s taupok and ankle lock in Taiwan, and the many times I stole their slippers while they were bathing.. I knew I won’t escape from their clutches this time. I was bathing and I thought I saw their reflection on the floor (because there’s water), and the next second the door opened and snake powder + toothpaste + firehose greeted me, or rather, came barging in. Being butt-naked and all, there wasn’t much I could do, except to push them out using my back (and all the while shouting like a cat in the shower). Quite surprisingly, it worked and I was examining my chilling body, I don’t know what gave me the idea but I opened the door to see if they’re still there, and alas, the second round was what they had in mind indeed. Only that I made it easier for them. Thank god I was bathing halfway and not done yet. I would have been pretty much -_- if I were to have finished bathing. My ex-PC even sms-ed a couple of them to “not let me off even when I’m asleep”. They did come into the room with something in mind, but I guess they saw my handsome face sleeping soundly they decided to spare me. Haha. So, I think I had it pretty easy. Well, definitely easier than JJ. We went to taupok him while he’s sleeping. Thanks ah guys, for being such wonderful assholes, and to all the people who wished me a happy birthday. Yeah it was, kinda. Nevertheless, I don’t think it will stop me from hiding their toiletries, re-arranging their furniture, switching off the lights when they’re bathing, opening the door when they’re shitting, and stealing their slippers when they’re not looking. You know, being in camp is boring. I can’t help it. I Got My First Birthday Present.. … and it’s an iPod Touch! I’m so touched lah (pun unintended). Thanks baby. Love you. Funny Got this from an email: A housewife takes a lover in her house and unbeknownst to her, her 9 year old son was hiding in the closet. Suddenly, her husband comes home and she hid the lover in the closet. Boy: Dark in here. Man: Yeah it is. Boy: I have a baseball. Man: That’s nice. Boy: Want to buy it? Man: No. Boy: My dad’s outside. Man: Ok how much? Boy: $250. A week later the same thing happened. Boy: Dark in here. Man: Yeah it is. Boy: I have a baseball glove. Man: How much? Boy: $750. Man: Grr. Fine. A few days later, the father of the boy tells the boy to grab his glove and they are going to play a game of baseball. Boy: I can’t. I sold my glove and the baseball to my friends. Father: How much did you sell them for? Boy: $1000. Father: That’s an awful lot of money you overcharge your friends. This is terrible and I will have you go to the church with me to make a confession. They go to the church and the boy’s father alerts the priest and was led to the confession booth. Boy: Dark in here. Priest: Don’t start that shit again! I Should Reward Myself Handsomely Wow. Cleaning and de-cluttering your room can be a daunting task, and an unsurmountable one (quite seemingly at first). I did a bit of packing and re-arranging, threw away some old stuffs that I knew I didn’t want a long time ago. Also, I almost emptied the whole wardrobe choosing which of the clothes I want to give away/sell to the karang guni. Although I kind of expected there would be a lot, because I haven’t done any clearing since the dawn of time, I surprised myself with the end product. I’d wanted to take a picture of the heap, but decided against it. However, perhaps you guys can give me a few tips on what I can do with them? I am thinking of giving half of it to the Salvation Army, and the other half to the karang guni. Some of them are really old and even have white spots, thus giving them away doesn’t seem like a good gesture. I just finished sweeping the floor and now looking around the room, I guess at least 85% is done. I reckon now that there’s left will be cleaning the top of the wardrobe, giving the room a paint job, getting a new table (mine’s really ancient), a new shelf to house my comic books and movie/drama DVDs/VCDs altogether at one place, and a few boxes to put some miscellaneous stuff. Think that will make the major overhaul complete. Oh, and of course some cosmetic works to the wires on the floor. Wah, suddenly it doesn’t look like I’ve done much leh. Wtf. 2007 AAR *AAR - After Action Review. Widely used in army where after various events (big or small) we would sit around and discuss what went well, what can be done better, what didn’t go as well and how things can be improved on. Most of the time we would jokingly call it After Action Repeat base on er.. some experiences. _ Since I have the time now to do some blogging, which I sorely missed due to serving the nation, I shall take a good look at how I’ve done for the year 2007. Be it good or bad, or neither, whatever I have gone through should - I’m saying should - have something I can take away from. Here are some of the aspects of my life I am looking into: Relationships Family: My relationship with my family has been as usual - sporadic and nothing exciting. Due to NS there isn’t really much time for me to spend at home interacting with them. During the weekends if I’m not out, I’d be with my GF. That probably sums it up. Come to think of it, ever since I’ve grown up, we rarely talk a lot nowadays. GF: I feel that being together for more than a year now, my relationship with the GF has taken a step further. We are happier, we understand each other more, and we totally can’t get enough of each other. With the little time we have for each other, it really doesn’t get in between us in the relationship sense, in fact it made us want to be with each other pretty much more. Also, due to our understanding of each other, we rarely let our arguments linger as soon as we finish talking about it. She has been very understanding and encouraging and I love her for being so. Actually, I love her for everything else she is. Friends: Ah. My dearest friends. Countless of them have been asking me out every now and then. My childhood friends (best buddies we sworn by - you know who you are), friends back in poly (Vincent, Cindy, Dawn and the rest), some long lost friends and other people whom we have established even as hi-byes, have all asked me out at some point some time, and to the many times I have passed on the chance to, I am deeply sorry and I hope you guys can understand. Especially to my childhood friends, you assholes are never forgotten and I will be there more often. I just know that after I ORD, I will make sure my presence is felt, this I promise. To Vincent and Co., keep the mahjong and soccer match invites coming and I will fork out time for these too. Health Definitely fitter because of all the running. And of course the statics after. Did more SOC trainings which kind of further enhanced my combat fitness. FYI, we run 5km 3 times each week now and if I’m not wrong, because I’m from the Sept intake, I would be participating in next year’s half-marathon as well. So I should see us clocking more mileage as the time gets nearer (around next year late Aug or early Sept). Been smoking lesser because of army also. Finances Wanted to save more money like always, but due to all the overseas exercises, whatever I have saved up usually disappears there. More often than not, I really can’t go beyond the “8″ mark. Now it’s a measly “5″. I guess the root of the problem is undoubtedly the meagre allowance I’m having now. No, I’m not complaining about the amount given per se, it’s just NS taking away my time to earn more money, period. Nevertheless, I’ll try again to make significant jumps in my savings and prove that I really can save my desired amount in the stupid bank with the required effort. Ambitions Checked out a few institutions where I might enroll into for my private A levels classes. There are just some issues I haven’t sorted out yet and I think I will be blogging about it soon. Right now I’m just gathering materials where I can read up in camp as a warm up of sorts. Here’s my plan: After I ORD, I will be spending a year working saving up for my private As, and reading up the books at the same time. By the time I start my classes, I will have been more prepared, psychologically at least. I guess this is definitely needed as I have never done A levels before and the absence from using the brain in the academic sense should not be overlooked. Hopefully a year after I will be able to get a decent enough result to go into Nanyang Business School and from there onwards I will be taking a bank loan for my Uni fees. As you can see, ambition-wise, there isn’t very much I can do now while in the army except to wait. You don’t know how exasperating sometimes it can be. It’s like you so want to go out there and get something you badly want but your limbs are bound and you’re tied to a chair. Basically you can’t move unless you are released. Spiritual I am notably happier and more open. Talking and joking a lot more often, but not as before, which is fine I guess. Everything takes time to change. I’m also becoming more optimistic and lively. Been trying to balance my critical self with a more vibrant and enthusiastic outlook in life. It is important for me to retain a bit of my critical thinking as sometimes when you approach certain matters, it is vital to be straight to the point without any emotions coming into play. I guess that is what we call maturity. But I’m careful of not letting it get full-blown to what we call cynical. I only hope the year ahead will be smoother and more lenient, giving me the space to be more focused on getting ready to becoming a civilian again. Then I’ll be all ready to take on the world. Bring it! How did yours go? Cough There’s this cough I’ve been having for a while - two weeks? It started with a minor runny nose and the usual cough that comes with it. While the runny nose has somewhat healed itself, I can’t say the same for the coughs. It’s just getting more and more regular and carries phlegms that makes my throat very irritable. I think I’ll see a doctor soon, now that I have a bit of time until my next work year starts. I love being totally well, fit and healthy. Coughing can be tiring. And no, it’s not because of the smokes.