Ultimate Victory

how do u know when you've won?



under the board walk. board walk.

something even i do not want to know.

if you left without saying goodbye, was it because you couldnt find me or even if you could, didnt want to.

Teen Titans

my new favorite cartoon. this is the aftermath of what happens when ur sister gives u a tv that can only watch kids central clearly.

and in case u ever imagine me singing it. it probably looks and sounds like this



and to the originals, the stars of the puffy ami yumi show.

It has gotten worst

remember my parents who had this last minute dinner thing in the previous post? well play me out and go enjoy urselves. i'm cool. but my mom called me and said they'll buy food back for me. so cool. buy food for the prodigal son. and it's 1841 and they just came home. my mom comes upstairs while i go downstairs to tuck in and she says," oh u have to buy ur own dinner. we didnt have time."

somedays just everything doesnt seem to go your way and today. 11 august 2006 is one of those days. i'll just stay at home without showering or getting ready to go out because i am now totally convinced that somehow, someway, everyone else is going to play me out.

time to listen to my sister's advice and have a real good bonding session now.

Games and getting played out

The whole point of games is that there's a winner. A first place, do want a second best surgeon operating on you or you want the very best. Second best is mediocrity and to settle for second best is a sign of self-loathing and substandard work ethics.

today, i woke up, went for breakfast and had my meeting cancelled courtesy of the babe. next, KK had to work. and then, i was supposed to meet JL but JL conviently changed the time of the run at east coast and giving me only ONE missed call before going for a swim. and when he finally got me, it was 440. he then asked if i wanted to go chill with him and wp at suntec. sounds good. till what time i asked. 5 something latest 6. fry my balls please. then my parents smsed me and it said "find dinner yourself". thanks. then my cheryln was supposed to pass me las vegas but she conviently had a date with her crush at china town. china fucking ah peks town. great. now i'm dinnerless and supposedly playing dork tower or zouk depending on who decides to play me out 1st or if they both do then i have absofuckinglutely nothing to say.

and my sister in her biggest act of sympathy and compassion. i told her i had no dinner and she told me to meet by for dinner and i was like no. i cant get along with the other friends who will be there for dinner. and my sister goes " so chill at home than. with the dog. so ur not THAT alone."

The feeling

Happened to watch the MTV of the feeling and I found the mtv so amusing I had to rewatch it again. Below is what I believe to be the best part of the mtv. And it doesn’t matter if you do not think so because you're not me. And what you believe is not what I believe. So if I believe it is the best part and you do not believe it is the best part then too bad and go fuck yourself because what you believe does not equal to what I believe.

And since this is my blog, what I believe should be on it is mostly decided by me and not by the general population of people who read my blog fucker. And if you do not believe that that is the best part of the mtv then there is even lesser reason for me to listen to you and place what you believe to be best on my blog since it is my blog and I believe I should only put what I believe to be the best part of the mtv on my blog.

And just in case any busy bodies are out there wondering “what the fuck is going on in his mind” or just having a case of “hmmm, this is interesting, some dumb fuck is angry with another dumb fuck” go fuck your ugly dog if you have one. If not, there’s always the SPCA (so please come-and-fuck animals).

anyways, below is the pictures as i have said.







In case you didn’t already noticed by now, it shows 2 dragon like stone things standing there before they started flaming, when they are flaming and after they are flaming. Remember, the F-O-C-U-S is on the S-T-A-T-U-E-S, not the singer.

She's a fucking goddess

she's a fucking goddess i swear it and totally.

joking lah.

The repercussions of a prolonged project.

BY: aye, u mean invest a dime right?

me: yah. duh. u use a dim to make a call in the states i think.

BY: ..............

me: oh yah. dime. not dim... sorry.



prelude, she was wondering why the cock beside her couldnt drive properly...



but at least there's salvation, even for the worst of us...

Serendipity

it was all about timing, if we didnt get the tea from macs, or go the round about way or didnt slow down for the speed camera or didnt beat the amber light or beat the amber light for that matter. a thousand and 1 things could have gone wrong screwed the timing and the window of a spilt second, missed.

My mom

my mother has a sense of humour that does not revolve around making me life as constricted as she possibly can after all. to my horror, she has now discovered the humour of the lame with a touch of cuteness.



see boy, like our mon mon (my dog). maybe there's a dinosaur under our garden too.



and she goes, "DUN BE SO GREEDY NEXT TIME. U MIGHT END UP KILLING YOURSELF" i really wonder which way she was meaning it.



nope, no story here.

Femme Fatale

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown

'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

You're put down in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true

'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

Talk about infatuation

this was from a report written by the year 1. and the clients are not angela and barbara... unless they were lesbian...

Catatonia Country Rag

I suppose it could be worse, you know; I could be parked outside

With rain and snow to splatter me and birdlime on my hide

So here I sit, by day and night, ten yards above the floor

You know, it isn’t easy being Door



And here I am, a real open-and-shut case

A psychic burn-out, catatonic nut case

I tangled with sweet Winnowill, and that’s where I went wrong

Now I just shut and open all day long



They say some folks are humorless, they find laughter a bore

But elves should take a joke, we live a million years or more

Well, I slipped hair-remover into Winnowill’s shampoo

So Winnowill played me a joke or two



And here I am, a real open-and-shut case

A psychic burn-out, catatonic nut case

I tangled with sweet Winnowill, and that’s where I went wrong

Now I just shut and open all day long



Now, misery loves company, and I was all alone

And so I gave the walls a shake and made the ceiling groan

Sweet Winnie looked for earthquake faults until she found a trace

So now I have a partner, name of Brace



And here I am, a real open-and-shut case

A psychic burn-out, catatonic nut case

I tangled with sweet Winnowill, and that’s where I went wrong

Now I just shut and open all day long



It’s a lousy life we lead here, but not so bad as some

Brace says we will elope someday, but "someday" never comes

So, ‘til someone comes to free us or Blue Mountain wears away

We sit and shut and open night and day

And here I am, a real open-and-shut case

A psychic burn-out, catatonic nut case

I tangled with sweet Winnowill, and that’s where I went wrong

Now I just shut and open all day long

All day long

I just shut and open all day long

XOXO

i found a tag in the yr one's tax workbook. and this is what is said




in other words, let me paraphrase - do not wear this clothes if you're FAT.

http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b100/take_me_to_your_grave/

i was in the queue at mos burger and i saw the waitress's name.

MA-GA-RAT.

mildly amusing.

Monopoly

was playing monopoly last night and i believe victory was but a mere formality. until



note, i had 4 monopolies while he had 2. and while i had 4 built ones compared to his 1 built up one. plus even he was going on about how with board walk one could always make a comeback.

monopoly sucks.

i hate monopoly.

Monopoly

was playing monopoly last night and i believe victory was but a mere formality. until



note, i had 4 monopolies while he had 2. and while i had 4 built ones compared to his 1 built up one. plus even he was going on about how with board walk one could always make a comeback.

monopoly sucks.

i hate monopoly.

TV

i have a new tv set for the 1st time in 23 years courtesy of my sister. and it is newer than the one my mom is using, slighter bigger and definately has more features since my beloved father refused to get anything but the cheapest tv he could lay his hands on. and if it's one thing i've realised, cheap and good most definately do not go together. it is nothing but an urban legend.

anyways, after fixing up the new tv in my room and rearranging recently just re-renovated room my dad strolls into my room. i glanced at him preparing myself to listn to his endless critism of my handiwork when he looked at me and said " is the TV too big for your room?"

SINCE WHEN IS A TV TOO BIG.

next thing, he'll probably be telling me that watching tv with a slight greenish haze at the bottom of the screen, similar to the one in his room, is good for me.

I REMEMBER

when i was in secondary school i can so remember doing this AT LEAST ONCE

Answer Desk Rate Schedule

Answer $1.00
Answer with thought $2.00
Correct answer $4.00
Dumb look NO CHARGE

This is on the laptop of current eye candy and boy she can give me all the dumb looks. In fact, I ought to be paying her.

this is my newest read and well worth the bomb it cost me. i'm only at chapter one and i love the humour this author uses. "the poor bloody infantry" "infantry, the ultimate arbiter of victory" and the defination of an attack, " a patrol on a much larger scale where you are almost certain to get ambushed."

Tuna

i was wearing this...



by told me she didnt know i wear wearing a hot tuna fake.......................

hot tuna looks like this.



for the better informed i believe u would have made an inference to this



but then again it's a matter of perception.

My Missus

conversations with my missus can be perplexing at best...

when i asked her what time were we meeting her friends...
"erm, i think 930."
"u didnt confirm with them?"
"nope."
and we got played out in the end.

while we were getting lost (pun fully intended) from a friend she said,
" this is so cool, we got lost, before going to ntuc and finally finding our way home."


she eats this contraptions called mooji balls, basically i quote," very chewable dough" with the dickhead covered in chocolate. the thing is she eats everything else but leaves the chocolate covered head untouched cause "i dun like chocolate."

While you were sleeping

I HAVE BEEN A BORED BORED MAN...

WITH ACCESS TO A BLOG AND MSN AND LO AND BEHOLD. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE DONE. ENJOY.









in case ur wondering what i meant by the last one, look for the name *karen*

Intelligence

hey so where u now?

i'm on the way. tell u what, to save time, i'll meet u all straight at pasta mania

errrr.... then where did u think we were meeting originally?

JUNCTION 8.

and where is pasta mania?

JUNCTION EITCH (eight that turned into bitch. eitch)

the above conversation happened with KK. (JUST IN CASE U WERE WONDERING WHO I WAS REFERING TO.)

Get a life

i cant stand the way you always have to be right

i hate the way you act, as if you know it all when it's glaring that your talking crap.

i despise the way you talk, as if you always have an ace up your sleeve, or that your so god damn fucking experienced or that you can do no wrong.

i hate the way you're never early or on time.

i don't understand why you never seem to believe what i say. it's as if you seem to believe that you have to do what i advise you not to do just so to prove me wrong.

i hate the way i'm right most of the time. because it makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with you.

i can't understand what is that competitiveness in you. that when i inch forward on the red light u have to inch forward too... u think u're going to get a gold medal for moving off 1st on the red?

i hate the way u used god as an excuse behind every thing that happens to you. "oh god doesnt want me to be attached. it's better for me this way." or " oh she's not the one for me. i believe god made me see that." or " i'm trying to be closer to god." perhaps i'm just too cynical to believe that people genuinely believe in god. but i've seen too many people hiding behind the veil of godliness that i cannot stop questioning even the best christians. when does it remain god's will and when does it become our own? it's always so easy to let god take all the blame, so easy to believe that what ever happens to you happens because god wants it to happen. reminds of a story of what a thief who got caught told the judge. "god helps those who help themselves." followed by the rebuke, "now that you've helped yourself, god help you." i've seen people go on and on about how they would only date a christian and that it was wrong to date a non christian but when they get together with a christian, " oh it's god's will. he wants me to change her." balls, u just want to get into her fucking pants for crying out loud.

i cant understand how you can go around calling everyone else your best friend when they seem to come and go but you cling on to it. i cant help but feel you need to have a best friend.

i hate the way you cant lose.

no matter what i said i just want you to know that you're a dear friend and this is just something i had to get out of my system. anyway i dun think you read my blog. so if you think it's you, it's probably not you.

BORED!!!!

i'm too bored at work. i've starting counting how much i've earned by the half hour. i started at 16 dollars and now i'm at a total of 100... still counting.

my friend smsed me that gayle nerva was out of the singapore idol. i say FUCK ALL U DUMB FUCKS WHO DIDNT VOTE FOR HER. not that i did vote for her but rather wouldnt u people like to see at least 1 pretty face... who else is worth watching... not rahima. not the other indian fat ass with the powerful voice... jesmine tan looks weird and i am not gay.

my instant reponse was WAH FUCK LAH. CHEESE BUN. FUCKING HELL. CHEE BYE...

another lazy night went by and i couldnt take it anymore... " wilson, is there anything for me at all..."

"nope!"

"then can i go home?"

"nope! just sit there and earn ur ot."

" i feel damn bad... plus i'm damn bored."

"are u going out?"

"no..."

"then sit there."

damn damn damn damn damn.

fucking du lan...

the other perm staff are all playing online games and i really wonder where they get their games from cause the only fucking games that i can play are on the disney channel. now how retarded is that... i mean i'm playing games for the mental capacities of 6 yr olds... me, 23 playing games designed to challenge 6 yr olds...

and i still wanna see gayle nerva man. what would i give to bed her. hahahaha. oh of course i didnt mean that.

i say!

CHINESE

PROVERB

ABOUT

MONEY
(my mom sent me this and i'm reading it at work.... and i was thinking to myself now not true...)




WITH MONEY YOU CAN

BUY A HOUSE

BUT NOT A HOME

(but without money, you cant buy the house to have a home! unless you fancy living in a carboard house home. and dun tell me how you might be living in the slums and be happy because we all know it's not true.)




WITH MONEY YOU CAN

BUY A CLOCK

BUT NOT TIME

(but without money, you cant buy the clock to tell the time!)




WITH MONEY YOU CAN

BUY A BED

BUT NOT SLEEP

(but you can sure buy a bed to have better sleep... unless you like sleeping on the floor with news paper serving as a pillow and blanket...)




WITH MONEY YOU CAN

BUY A BOOK, BUT

NOT KNOWLEDGE

(who needs knowledge... i can hire people with knowledge to do my work and earn me more money to hire even more people with better knowledge to earn me even more money with which i can etc etc)



WITH MONEY YOU CAN

SEE A DOCTOR,

BUT NOT GOOD HEALTH

(ever wondered why so many people in africa die from diseases despite being born into such a hardy environment that gives then a better immunity aka better health?)



WITH MONEY YOU CAN

BUY A POSITION

BUT NOT RESPECT

(same logic as the knowledge one... but if i had so much money, why would i need respect. its not like i want power. i do not need respect to drive a slk and neither do i need respect. i dread the day when someone comes up to me and goes u may have all the money in the world but i dun respect u. while i just take a million dollars and slap him silly with it.)




WITH MONEY YOU CAN

BUY BLOOD

BUT NOT LIFE

(refer to africa)







WITH MONEY YOU CAN

BUY SEX

BUT NOT LOVE

(and i can sure buy all the sex i want. jessica alba, maggi q, etc etc)

i've discovered the beauty of bit torrent abit slow but i must say it's the 2nd time i'm using it. the 1st time it was so terribly slow that i gave up. but this time, it is much better.

came back from ubin and here are some pics.

















and they had scare crows there, tons of them.

this one even has hair....










i love the way the restaurent keeps the red wine together with the coke etc etc.




fucking litter bugs

Precise motors

I am currently sitting inside the office of a car workshop not so patiently awaiting the return of my car to me. A car that had an accident while I was overseas in Thailand, Bangkok to be more precise. That was not due to my reckless driving ways. This fact cannot be more apparent due to the nature of my absence. My mom on the other hand was the number one suspect since she was using the car way more than I was while I was overseas and she was adamant about not being the one who had the accident.

It was only last night when my sister came home for dinner that I realized that she was the one who had the accident. And of all cars to hit, she had to hit the one car in the whole damn world that I did not want her to hit. Now, I am paying for the repairs, god knows how much that is going to cost, plus I’m stuck at the workshop waiting for my car which they had told me would be ready “after lunch”. Apparently lunch does not end at 1. neither does it end at 2. but rather, it ends at 3 and I’ve got a nagging feeling that I’ll be stuck here till 4.

I’m going pulau ubin tomorrow. Gosh am I excited. I can’t wait to ride my bike there. Granted it’s been more than 10 years since I’ve ridden her. Her name is Pegasus II. The sentimental side of me which was so much more apparent 10 years ago gave her that name after I gave up Pegasus, now known as Pegasus I. I’ve just sent my bike for full servicing and was shocked to hear that it would cost me only $30-$40 to completely bring her back up to fighting fit. Hopefully she passes her FFI. J

It’s been a real long time since I’ve ridden a bicycle. Motorbikes do not count. And I’ve concluded, the basics of riding a bicycle and a motorbike are essentially the same. However, dynamics cannot be more different.

It’s similar to sashimi and steamed fish. They’re both fish, they both require a lot of skill and effort but yet by nature, they are inherently different. And after riding a motorbike, I’m neither as daring nor as reckless when riding a bike. Simply due to the fact that I feel naked without the sheer weight of the machine holding me to the ground. The bicycle now feels flimsy and light compared to a motorbike, this feeling is made worst without the muscle that I’ve grown so accustomed to in a motorbike.

Oh woe is me.

It’s really funny how the boss is trying to talk to me. It’s not only the fact that we live in 2 different eras, plus that fact that we come from 2 very different backgrounds. It probably explains why I can’t really get along with my dad and my uncle. We’re just so different. And it probably explains why the 3 of them are such bosom buddies. Though as far as bosom buddies go, I’m sure I’m not getting a discount on the repairs that I am doing, neither do I believe that they are not going to make a handsome profit out of the repairs I’m doing. This sucks.

Btw, the boss has been to jail for cheating. Cheating NTUC who if you ask my honest opinion is the biggest cheater of them all. For starters, to my knowledge, they’ve been waging a war to wipe out all private car workshops. First, they started by insisting that all cars insured by them would have to go to their certified workshops for repairs. The only exception is that if you were completely blameless, then you could go to a workshop of your choosing. For the less well informed, everytime there is an accident, the new rules apply. That means that all parties involved in the accident must now come out of their vehicles, write some stupid joint statement thing that describes how the accident happens and who is at fault.

Fundamentally I believe it is just wrong. Imagine if you had an accident on the expressway and both of you were happily filling in the joint statement form and from behind a car comes up and smashes into you.

Plus the fact that no one is going to happily fill in a form that says he is at fault and thus, causing the accident.

Talking to the owner is an eye opener, he was telling me stories of how people driving without valid licenses have changed drivers. Offering a small nominal sum of anything of $1000 - $3000 not including paying for the damage to your car. How drunk drivers pay more than that to ensure that you do not report him to the police. Boy is this world shady or is it just me.

Now I’m wondering why has no one offered to pay me. If I had 1 accident a week which I made $2000 on the average, I could be a very wealthy man. and that is just a sideline.

Why women cannot travel...

or rather why women cannot do without men while traveling.

KK while we were trying to find our way to pat pong.
"excuse me, do u know how to go to phrom poong?" she asks a average thai on the street who doesn't speak much english.

" take this way."

"it's pat pong my dear... not phrom poong...."

"SORRY FOR HELPING. B-I-T-C-H!'

while we were leaving for singapore, i said perhaps it'll be best if we find out which terminal our flight was at. and BY looked at me with the god-you-sure-are-dumb look and said, " there's only ONE bangkok airport RIGHT..." complete with the rolling of eyeballs.

and in my heart i was thinking there's only ONE changi airport too RIGHT.

it's amazing how women can go back to the shop twice and still not be able to find their way back the 3rd time.

BY when bargaining.

"how much?"
"$450 bhat!"
"$400 bhat!"
"OK!"

it's amazing too how long women can take to figure out how to open a safe. a safe which uses my credit card to open. i told them to learn and while one was applying make up, the other was just in limbo pretending to be busy.

10 mins later. " aye, how do u open the safe?"

"aye! did u hear me?"

"BITCH! !#$#^#$%@#! how do u open the safe!!!!!"


and don't u just love it when u go," what shall we do tommorrow?"
and everyone looks at you and proudly proclaims, " ANYTHING. YOU DECIDE!"
fantastic. it's as good as saying i don't want to think so you can go wreack your brains and decide what we should be going.

and it had better be good.

the day before our flight i can confidently say i was the only one who knew our flight time, our arrival time, our flight number etc etc.

Sabo Me

ong: wake me up in 30 mins.
kk: ok

after 30 mins .....

ong moves.

kk: oi it has been 30 mins.

ong makes funny noise and slips over.(which i do NOT remember doing at all.)

at 845am .....

ong: wah lau never wake me up, sabo me.
kk: i told you to wake up.
ong: sabo.

-.-"

i really thought u wanted to slp somemore. oh well! *chuckle*

The New Jedi Order

for the star wars and closet star wars fans out there. the new jedi order is a must read. it's simply amazing how they can win every battle and still lose the war. at least till where i've read till. it is obviously no suprise that they end up winning the war... i mean with luke sky fucker and leia orgasm solo along with han fuck-me-solo. they simply cannot lose. plus the series has actually ended and i'm doing some major catching up.

chewbacca ends up dying. how apt that no blaster shot killed him.

no tie fighter pilot blows him outta the sky.

no foiled assination attempt took him out.

rather he got killed when a planet landed on top of him.

a moon to be precise landed on top of him. how dramatic.

they couldnt just let him die of old age like they did arutha (serpent war saga). no, they had to kill him while he was saving han fuck-me-solo's youngest son anakin.

yeah they had kids. 3 of them, 2 twins (duh... that's why they're called twins) and 1 more after that. cool huh. and all of them are swash buckling, evil killing, doing gooders jedi knights. one is a mytic jedi who thinks too much for his own good. the other is the "sword of the jedi". amazing how she is called the sword of the jedi when the jedi do not use swords, she should he called the light sabre of the jedi. while the youngest one is well... dead. he died killing one of the most dangerous threats to the jedi order. amazing. everything that attacks them are considered "the most dire threat that the jedi has faced to date!"

don't they remember that they almost lost their entire order to darth vader (damn fucker) ...

WANTED:

A tall well built woman with a good
reputation. Who can cook frog
legs. who appreciates a good fuc-
schia garden, classical music and tal-
king without getting too serious.
but please, read only lines 1,3 and 5.

WANTED:

A tall well built woman with a good
reputation. Who can cook frog
legs. who appreciates a good fuc-
schia garden, classical music and tal-
king without getting too serious.
but please, read only lines 1,3 and 5.

World Cup

Was watching soccer the KK the other day and i was wondering, if dead people go to the netherworld. then why is holland called the netherlands?



I was talking to Y the other day when she said ," hey! look that that malay man. wear till so smart, i bet he's doing very well." (she's a mina)

i looked at him and saw a really nice merc beside him. i told her that he probably drives the merc and the merc probably wasnt his.

she glared at me and said," yah lah! u chinese all very smart lah!"

he got a phone call and drove off in the merc 3 mins later, only to make a u-turn into the pick up point of fullerton hotel....



for all those watching the world cup on the world cup channel, look out for the audio sale advert if i'm not wrong. "branded 32 inch lcd only $999!" in the most uncouth, ah beng and singlish way possible. followed by a," all this could be yours for free! yes ZERO DOLLAR!" zero dollar... doesnt he know it's zero dollarS?



the world cup has brought about a winning eleven craze. among some of my friends at least. and i must say, it's pretty fun when i'm playing with the lousy group. and not so fun when i'm up against the champs...



munchkins, bridge and some other card game called excuses... mentally stimulating but no where near the kick when there's $70 dollars in the pot and 3 dicks fighting for it.



i heard from a friend who heard from a friend that people in RI are so bored of seeing who can top a test since everyone can top the test, they decided to see who can get high on E and still top the test. the fallacy of having a superior intellect, you probably get so bored u start finding better ways to entertain yourself.



BY got so bored watching brazil play, she ended up watching bleach on my zen neeon M.



i've been having dreams of the BIG C. and that is weird cause i never dream of her. except when something's gonna happen...



there's a ltb dinner going on and i can already guess who's going and who's not going to go and why the people who are not expected to go are still being told about it but i guess being politically right is all about inviting everyone. even when u know it's for formalities sake.

In a bitter mood

it's just so unfair, all that "connection" helping people get their internships. besides the fact of getting there on ur own merit. which few people actually do, everyone else does it by contacts. and just my luck my parents have contacts... in the wrong field.

i know of an arts major doing an internship at kpmg corporate finance. and all he did was tell his parents that he wanted an internship. and that was just one of the many choices he had.

i know of a b-, c+ student who got into layman brothers as a trader just because her dad knew someone there.

i know of someone who's interning at my present company, gets paid $1,500 just because his aunt works there.

why did my dad have to be in the engineering field...

I have

i have a new mp3 player. a new zen vision m. and i do not care whether the ipod's better or the zen sucks cause my experience with past zens has been nothing but fulfilling. plus my picture quality IS better and that matters more than a lot of other things.

i have a new wardrobe. it's pretty cool, design wise. 3 hanger racks which i've filled up. except for the pants rack... i've thrown away so many things in my room that now when i look back at what i have collected physically over the past 23 years doesnt amount to nothing much. i have books almost all of them fantasty or star wars or battle tech related. i have or had the entire micro machines star wars vehicle collection. that was until they decided to launch episodes 1,2 and 3. now i have about half the entire vehicle collection... i have a macross vs 1s veritech fighter. the millineum falcon. a whole host of battle tech cards with the last 2 functional decks being clan wolf and clan jade falcon. tons of cds with even more cd cases. empty cd cases.

i have a relic of a hi fi system that i was so proud of when i was 13. now i'm using my sister's hi fi system which is 1/10 the size and i cant throw away the relic cause my parents think that one shouldnt throw away something just because he has no more need for it. i call it the generation gap.

but here in lies a problem and one that i cant seem to solve. as mentioned above, one can roughly guess that to define no need for an item is hard. and even when an item is spoilt, redundant or obselete, one might find some unfamthomable need for it in the future. thus, my parents have the resumes of people dated back to the 1980s. i have paper clips that are so old, the boxes are yellow and rotted. i have printing paper. the super old school ones with holes at the side so the printer can "bite" the paper properly. and as for the "new" printing paper that i have, it's so "new" that it jams every printer that eats it...

the problem here is that for every cubic centimetre that i clear, my parents undoubtable have another 10 cubic metres of junk to fill it up. thus, output < lesser than input and i find myself fighting a losing battle to clear my room.

during the out process which was delayed by 2 hrs... one man walked to the chief clerk (a woman AGAIN) and said, " SAF can spend all the money to upgrade their equipment but with stupid, idiotic and lazy people running it, the best systems will be rendered ineffective."

the lady stared at him and said ," what are you trying to say?"

he glared back and said, " would you rather me tell u off here or send in an email."

the power of the reservists and a softer army.

BY

nä says:
why do you call your gf by
nä says:
what is it
Puff - support local industries! says:
baoying
Puff - support local industries! says:
short form by
Puff - support local industries! says:
hahaha
nä says:
ohhhhhhh
Puff - support local industries! says:
stoops
nä says:
you know what i thought???
Puff - support local industries! says:
lolololo
Puff - support local industries! says:
what?
nä says:
i thought you call her sth mushy like baby... but canot post baby so you shorten to by
nä says:
HAHA
nä says:
make my hair stand

next thing is, do i look like the mushy sort...

Reservist

reservist was much better than i thought it would be. seriously. but meeting old friends was good. talking to my men was even better, the line that seperated us during our active days has long passed, replacing it with a odd sense of comaradarie.

talking to the old men of my company provides to much fun. when i 1st entered my unit we used to wonder who painted those pictures on the walls. the stupid slogans sprawled all over the corridors and the motto, " the only easy day was yesterday" how apt that was during my BRC days. as well as acroynms such as BRC - brigade rubbish collectors, brigade regular clowns. and finally meeting the men who did those things just placed things into perspective. men who knew exactly what i had been through and more, as they had been through worst things before the army started turning more relaxed.

i just i was pretty lucky to have these old men in the company. if they weren't inside, i would probably be in for worst things. as it is, the only bad thing so far is the fact that i have to book in 2 hrs earlier as they decided that the warning order was to be at 9 pm and all team commanders had to be there.. fuck. but then again, it would not be too fair to get the whole damn team down when only the team commanders have to be present for the warning order.

had my 1st navigation exercise on a saturday of all days. and of course everyone wanted to complete it as soon as possible since we'll all be booking out after the exercise. i must say i've exceeded my expectations by being the 1st team to return. it wasnt because i was fitter than the rest, or walked faster, or had easier checkpoints. i was just luckier.

and better.

but it was satisfying to shut my men's trap shut after days of friendly bantering about how he didnt want to get lost out field and how he had dimishing faith in my navigational abilities and how much weight i had gained.

i failed my ippt test. cause i could do enough pull ups. i said it was because i strained my shoulders while doing gym. they said i was too heavy. i refused to talk to them afterwards.

my officer seems like a nice guy. he worked at aa then to ey and apparently he knew my sister. talk about coincidence. he was nicer to me after that. talking to them older guys opened my eyes and it was pretty cool. i can imagine myself in their shoes 6 years from now. cool.

it's funny how they always say no nsmen has ever failed anything that they conduct in-camp. i think it's because they pass us no matter what. if fall in timing is at 7 am. someone will start shouting fall in at 715. and everyone will be there at 745.

standard.

i get to stay out every night but it's just too damn far and too damn heavy on my petrol tank.

i bought a zen video m. i believe m stands for mobile. but i dunno. and i dun care. i bought it more on impulse but then again, i was going to buy either a ipod or zen. it was just a matter of time. by just dragged me to a comp fair where apple just didnt show up. i think they believed themselves above fairs, by thought that they didnt need fairs. i think we meant the same thing but from different point of views.

one of the reason i bought a zen was that when i blogged about it, it would be faster as i would go a zen video not an ipod. see. a versus an. faster, therefore easier.

being stand in platoon sergeant sucks. accounting for strenght etc etc. and when counting the number of people boarding a tonner, u cant or wun expect the ps to board the tonner in order to book the choice seats for himself. but i was touched and shocked when i was the last to board the tonner after a mission and this old man actually gave up his seat citing that i was of a higher rank and that i was more tired than him... i swear he was above thirty but all his friends made me seat down. i could die.

had lunch as some sushi place that was amazing. fish that melted in your mouth. it was free. courtesy of by's mom.