she put a hex on me~

urgghh~ u let me DOWN!!!
its a curse sial, i swear -_-

Zombie Scientists + Batman~

last night i had a weird dream....
i dreamt i was Batman(or some guy in a cape... i remembered havin a cape, n some gadgets) n i was fightin scientist zombies in this... secret base/underground lab place-a-ma-jig cause there were test-tubes n wires n wad not layin about... plus there was no windows~

and these zombies, they werent.. gross or anything, they looked human... like average joe lookin zombie... some where short, some where fat... they looked like any ordinary kinda person cept that they were zombies & they all wore lab coats, plus they were super strong, and weighed a ton of bricks~

so, theres the layout for u...

im Bruce Wayne, im trapped in an evil underground lair, and im fightin off regular-lookin scientist zombies from hell....

so, im runnin thru the lab, its dark n dry(???), im just runnin n runnin, n i see a couple of zombies walkin around but they dont bother me so i keep on runnin.... i wasnt actually runnin away from them, more like tryin to find something~ so im searching for.. wadever it is im suppose to search for, lookin in the rooms n stuff... then i enter this science storeroom place with broken test-tubes n empty crates lying about... and inside where these Elite, regular-lookin, Master's degree in health science zombies, which.. looked exactly like all the other regular zombies but, err... they werent?

anyway, the battle starts, its just me jumpin around kickin everybody and hurlin objects at them but they never even flinch cause their like made of bricks n move at the speed of trees growing... so i just kept smashin stuff onto them n the stuff just keeps breakin or something like tat...

tat's pretty much how the battle went for quite a bit... before i woke up~ Upon commin to my senses a while later, i realized this was one of them weirdass dreams i get once in a while tat, if not shared with someone, is just gonna bother me the rest of the day... so after weeks of not bloggin for so long, i come n unload shit like this here and hopefully get some prospective on this~
so yeah :)




my imagination is weird as Shit...

ZO~

too crazy...
way too crazy...
never again man, i cant take this shit~



but damn did i have a blast :)

never did find mr dead chopsticks there anymore... hmmm~

peaches galore~

harvest season is here!
peaches are everywhere and their ripe for the picking!
bring ur fruit basket and come on down :)

dodgy ass clinic at the streets of arab offers optimum health care benefits at affordable prices.. but they steal ur kidneys from time to time.. best not go there~

another problem would be fallin for the younglings too fast... their so young, its not even funny man-_-

come saturday, anything goes... we'll deal with it after the weekend is over~
and come next year, 10th Jan 09...

imma pull a scoldfield like u've never seen before~
do the words "entire left body" mean anything to u?
check out the artist~

white top + box shorts.. wad do u think?

rollin with the wind~

zirca's not so bad.. its like another ARENA cept the music's electro and instead of a band, they got some kinda CIRQUE DU SOLEIL shit goin on, which at first i was kinda skeptical bout the concept but eventually grew into it~


overall, it wasnt half bad, had a good time... crowd there's a pretty random lot but still ok~

mom's got a minor flu from the fucked up weather so i'd pat her head everytime i walk pass her to make sure she's ok~

she says with my hair now i look like rain, which, i know.. doesnt really count if ur mom calls u tat, but still lol :)


she's got her own thing...
thats why i luv her~

im wondering wad ur up to... but wadever it is, i'm definitely intrigued :)

awww~ :)

every body say "awwww" on the count of 3...
1..
2....
3......

party's over~

the month of october was just soo wacked... emo trips galore, goin round n round with n commin back to the same conclusion, tat is sucks being a solider~

im glade the month of november has come... it was time for a change~
last night was by far one of the most weirdest ones i've ever had, double the trouble twice in a mth is just bad karma man... but it was a pleasant surprise to bump into all the Ninjas one by one...

but party's over for me... at least till zouk out... i need a break, from all the drama... im so outt've it~




hi, u wanna be my friend?
err... i mean... can i borrow a ballpoint pen?



someone get me a mana potion from the pot shop please -_-

the nature of reality~

i read this article in last week's TIME bout the US. Presidential Elections, that if Barack Obama were running for office in Asia, he might not be where he is now....

it says that, although Asia's vast ethic diversity means we're forced to confront the very real & many differences -Cultural, political, economic- that exists among us, these differences sometimes erupt in violence.

At least half the world's armed conflicts are in Asia, of which, nearly all ethnic-based. But the bigger reason why Asians dont focus on commonality is because their societies don't encourage it.

In many countries, ethnic divisions are institutionalized.. strict laws governing what one race can or cannot do.

In largely homogenous Japan, it's extremely difficult for a non-Japanese to become a citizen even if born there... In Malaysia, an affirmative-action program gives preference to Malays over the country's sizable Chinese & Indian populations in everything from university places to government contracts.

Leaders argue that these kinds of measures help maintain harmony. Maybe so, but its a superficial harmony that reinforces stereotypes n hinders the creation in the long run of genuine tolerance & understanding.

In Asia, it is acceptable to be racist, or at least unapologetic about being so.
In Asia, race is your face...

According the TIME correspondents around the region, when Asians look at Barack Obama, they see, above all else, a black man. And most are convinced that Americans will not, in the end, choose an African-American as its leader- simply cause it has never been done before. That the President of the United States should be white is a truism....

To Asians, its enough to say that Obama doesn't look "presidential" enough for his assessment to be devoid of a critical examination of his values & vision.

How Obama Looks will NOT, of course, determine how he would intern govern if elected -_-

If it were not for the colour of his skin, or whether or not he looks "Presidential" enough for asians to want to vote for him, would be that he's still Democrat, & Democrats have traditionally pushed protectionism & human rights, issues uncomfortable for Asia.

However, Obama's key constituency is the U.S... yet the world has already gained from the Obama candidacy. In one sense, & one sense alone, his skin colour does matter. In Asia, it is virtually unthinkable that an individual from a minority could rise to become a national leader.

Despite what we may think of the U.S, of its hardly stellar handling of the conflicts in Iraq & Afghanistan, of its lack of oversight in the financial meltdown, the fact that Barack Obama can overcome the disadvantages associated with being black is a possibility that cannot be entertained in the same way anywhere else.

And even if he doesn't win...
thats the lesson America frames for us all, whatever our race~


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alot of my friends know my standing in terms of racial discrimination... or any discrimination for that matter be it religious or gender related~ And it does feel weird knowing that about the conservative state of Asian society~ Hopefully it'll change in the years to come...

on a lighter note, Driving school ain't that bad... drivin is fun, occasionally i pull a crazy Taxi n get screamed at by the instructor, otherwise i'm like Paul Walker doin a 2Fast2Furious bit with the Land Rover~

the ppl there are from all walks of life... but its mainly split into 3 grps, the cheena neenas, the Mat yo yos, and the white boys... but we all get along just fine, everyone's just hangin out with everyone else... i love the diversity there~

i learn a vast vocabulary of vulgarities in all sorts of languages...
ccb- smelly vagina
pcb- broken vagina
lcb- old vagina
ljb- Penis face

and in a sentence, it goes something like...
"i put it to u, that you are a smelly vagina and ur face resembles that of a male genitalia!"
*bitch slaps face with glove~

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last night was off the hook, fancy ass dinner at a fancy ass place... but the emo trippin was just way too much.... halloween party next week? i dunno man, im so outt've it~

once a Ninja, always a Ninja~

i got 2 mths to get my body hawt enough for the tatt show in 2009...
imma put the sistine chapel on me & pull a Michael Scoldfield~
anyone wanna get inked with me?
anyone?

waaaaaaaaaaad!!???~

im soo outta of it~
bounce from place to place just to score points.... the shaddy Canto Bar/Ass Raping back alleys... the Deja Vu 3rd deg friends... the horrible Zouk crowd~

im dont even know wad to sayyy man...



IM SO OUT OF IT!!!!

*pulls a spazed out rat~

1700-2200hr

even though we knock off at 5... the transport van doesn't come till about a half hour later... sometimes even more~ theres not much we can do bout that, so we just stand around waitin for it to arrive, gettin all excited whenever we hear the sounds of a vehicle commin from the distance onli to cuss n swear when it turns out to be just another civilian car...

so, the van comes n sends us all to the entrance of the Airbase were we return the passes we took from during the day when this whole thing 1st began... & then its over, the day is done & we get to go home~

i cross the road i crossed from before, i see the broken bike pedal still lying there on the road, same thought still prevents me from goin over there n kickin it... i walk over to the same bus stop i alighted from in the morning, i wait for the same bus to take me back to the same place from which i had been to earlier on...

and of course, by now everyone's done with work so the buses are packed and no one ever moves to the back, so sometimes it takes nearly twice as long to head back then to get here... but when i do manage to get on the same bus from which i had initially taken during the day... from there on, proceed the same way from whence i came to go home~

i get home.. i undo my boots n dump my shit by the side of the door... i take my clothes off, head to the shower and just, melt under the stream of water for a couple of mins before i start doing any actual 'Showering'...

by now, the time's probably 8pm... i eat my dinner & stumble to my room n turn my pc on... no one's home yet, which is normal... i think about wad an incredible waste of my time the day was... i think about all the wonderful things i could have done had i not been stuck there.

its all just one big waiting game.... waiting for the bus, waiting in que, waiting for the food, waiting for the day to end....

and for wad?
u sometimes forget wad ur purpose is when ur stuck in a job like this...

i want my frustration heard, everyone thinks i have the dream vocation.... claiming how great it is to be slackin about while everyone else is out in the jungle gettin their asses handed to them~

i dont think its that great at all -_-

so i think to myself, how can i sound out my utter disdain towards this whole situation thats happening...
then it hits me...
i collect my thoughts for a min.. and then i begin...


"everyday, i wake up before sunrise... i make my way to the bathroom in the dark, i take a bath.. i get changed... i head down to the bus stop n off to the train station often passin lots of school kids & workin adults rushin to be on time, squeezin thru people...
squeezin thru me......"

0730-1700hrs~

the 0730hr bus arrives indubitably at 0730hrs and leaves at 0735hr sharp.... there had been a number of close calls regarding my punctuality, but i guess i've just been lucky~

from there, its another 15-20mins of road... pass air strips & runways, going deeper into the estate~ we alight at the last stop n walk about a quarter of a mile to our HQ... u can tell its ours from the giant neon sign that reads:"HOLIDAY INN"

*there is no giant neon sign...

at 8 o'clock we have roll call then a short briefing, both of which lastin maybe 10mins tops... and then we go to the NSF room where we take out our PSPs and start racing each other on BURNOUT~

sometimes i get bored so i head over to the UNO table for a couple of hands... then i go back to my PSP. i was 3 quarters done with DA VINCI CODE but it gets harder n harder for me to read when i have like 2 movies in my PSP to watch~

occasionally we'd be called thru the P.A. to go sweep some room or clear the garbage... tats pretty much about it~ the rest of the day's spent sleepin and playin Battle Ship~

Food arrives at around noon, i'm usually the 1st one to see wad's for lunch n report back to the rest of'em, majority of whom, still engrossed in their Portables~ we'd head to the pantry n eat whilst watchin the senior team bitch about how shitty the meals are in dialect... cussin at how bad the chicken is or how the rice isn't cooked..

*just eat it n shut up...

everyone speaks mandarin in there... they speak dialect even more... i cant comprehend it~ i'd just stare at'em in hopes they'll enlighten me..

or just get outta my face~
i realise how uncivilized us males can really be at times~

its back to the same routine again after lunch... sometimes i'd take a nap, or i'd just wander around the compound lookin for insects to toss into the pond...
eventually, time goes by.... & by 1700hrs, its time to leave...

0530-0730hrs~

everyday, i wake up before sunrise... i make my way to the bathroom in the dark, i take a bath.. i get changed... i head down to the bus stop n off to the train station often passin lots of school kids & workin adults rushin to be on time, squeezin thru people...
squeezin thru me~

"hey now... take it easy~"
i say it to them with my eyes as they pass me an anxious glance~

i exit at Eunos and stroll to the bus stop to take yet another bus... i pass a line of old ppl hu que up there every morning for reasons i've never really bothered to figure out, pass a 7-Eleven with the emo dude inside & a shop that claims to sell $1 fried rice for breakfast~

which reminds me, i gotta try tat one day...

its not long before the bus arrives, n its usually boarded by all the Airforce and Civil Defence guys with long faces n short... short hair~ its the 2nd stop from the interchange, so i often get the privillage of having a seat...

for a good 15-20 mins, the bus weaves in & out, out & in... passin wood work factories n Car dealership along the way before reachin the stretch of millitary structures just opposite a Driving school~ i alight soon after n cross the road where a broken piece of a motorcycle pedel still remains untouched in the middle of the road for quite some time now....

im always tempted to give it a playful kick in hopes a car would drive over it and an abrupt scene would comence for my amusement... but i never did, mom taught me well to not play a fool on the road~

i enter the base n exchange my ID for a Visitor's Pass... then proceed to the x-ray room wear they scan my belongings & person for explosives n the such~ once that's done, i make a left to the waiting area to await the 0730hr bus. . . .

how u like them apples~

i start of by to seriously doubting the pay system of the Singapore Armed Forces compared to that of the RSAF, the Navy.. shit, even the Police Force n think, "dude... is tat all?"

it ain't fair man... we Ninjas take so much shit n this is it? u toss us into random slots of units where neither of us are(nor will ever be..) proficient in, when those who wanna rock n roll are stuck diggin up pavements???

get the fk outta heeere -_-

time check: 0536hr~
my day is done so imma crash.
tomoro night (or rather tonight...) we be rollin to the keeey-s to parrrtayyyy~

"what's a RocknRolla?
it's not about drugs, drums, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame.
But a RocknRolla... he's different...

Why...?

Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot~ "


*que bad ass music intro~



i fkin luv the English accent~
soddin wankers...

as i was saying...~

idunno what's been up with this weather lately.... dark clouds hoverin over but never doing any actual Raining.. and when it does, its one of those bursts of rain thats over in 5mins...

not tat it annoys me tat much... but come on, make up ur mind (hu ever it is tat controls weather movements.. be it mother nature or god or wadever...) in the event of rain we cant really do anything (not that we had anything to do to begin with-_-) so i spent the time watchin "Wall-E" & "The Devil Wears Prada" on my PSP to pass the time...

Wall-E's just the sweetest show ever... i dunno how many times i went "awwww~" in my head, feelin all soft n gay on the inside... TDWP on the other hand was a cool, story-like film bout fashion n life i suppose... not the best of movies but it had tat "i-can-relate-to-the-character" touch to it... which was.... well.. nice~

the rest of the day's spent with loads of reading and eating... couple of times i'd head out to the ol'rusty chin-up bar at the backyard to pull afew... tats about it~ get back, watch some TV, use the computer, lift some weights (yeah i know, idont believe it myself sometimes..) then by 10-ish i crash n the whole thing starts all over again...

right now, i dont even know if im complaining or just sharing stuff about my day... seems mundane enough, yet something's missing~ its like i get this feeling tat theres tons of stuff im suppose to do, but im trapped here doing nothing~ and that anxiety just lingers thru out the day....

i'm afraid my body's gettin used to this lifestyle of bummin around & not doing anything.... soon, i'll become one of those guys tat stays at home all day & chats with his online friends he met in MapleStory -_- cause when "leveling-up" becomes more important than talkin to girls, u know u've hit a new low & i dont ever wanna be like tat~

anyway, on a different note.... certain other things that i've happened to be just thinkin about while sittin around n shit...

-Asians are super, super unfriendly-_- they always give me this awkward vibe, a subtle body language thing if u will... the way their eyes dart about cautiously... like im going to rape them or something.... i guess its just our conservative up-bringing tat limits our trust of another human being~
somebody should do something about tat... im just saying~

-i've said it once, twice, thrice.. shit i've said it in like every 3-5 posts...
ACCENTS ARE SOOoooOOooo HAWT~ well, to be specific, the tone of the voice plays apart too... i hate girls with tat annoying high pitched, act-cute voice.. especially when we guys know ur faking it... no one sounds THAT "Cute", besides its a major turn of.. i dont get why some of u girls think it appeals to us when clearly it doesnt, at least not to me~ if u wanna get krindged at by ppl everytime u say something, then yeah by all means~

-going back to the previous post bout the bus driver and the kid.. perhaps the bus driver was just doin his job u know.. maybe the SBS DID have some kinda counting system tat prevented him from lettin tat kid onboard... maybe he recognized the kid from b4 n knew wad he was up too.. (although tat seems kinda unlikely..-_-)

u know wad, i cant see any reason y he couldnt just give the kid a break.... your an adult u should know better!!

this just goes back to ppl in this country being selfish assholes... be considerate u insusceptible whores~ just cause ur older dont make u better than everyone else.. n just cause ur young dont mean u can get away with doing stupid shit either~

grown ups listen to ur kids, kids teach ur parents... works both ways but i find this one direction better~

keep to that n the world will be a better place....



at least till 2009~



fuckin prudes -_-

striped green shirt + blue pocket shorts~

there was this one time i got on a bus headin home, i found a seat near the front & sat down... there was this lil boy, maybe around 10years old or something... he went up to the bus driver n asked him something...

i couldn't hear wad he said but i assumed tat he didn't have any money n was askin the driver if he could board the bus anyway, cause the driver's reaction a hostile one.. he waved his hands about n he shoo-ed the kid off, saying something like..

"no! no! You dun come n use this trick!"
or something like tat...

so then the lil boy ran back down & i guess waited for the next bus to come...

this all happened like within 10 secs before i realized wad was actually goin on and i thought to myself, why didn't the driver just let the kid in? he probably just forgot his cash n wants to go home... its not like its $10 a ride, its fifty five friggin cents~ the driver doesn't get any commission either... so wads the big deal?

clearly this 10 year old isnt capable of contemplating such an elaborate scam to cheat the SBS of 55cents -_- just let the boy hitch a ride, would tat have been so terrible? i think he would've just gotten of at the first few stops anyway... he couldn't possibly be going to some unfamiliar route far far away, i dont think his mom would let him travel tat far~ his house is probably just a few blocks away, he's probably taken this bus a dozens times in the past...

so the one time he doesnt have enough money (for wadever reason he might, have seeing as how he's onli a kid n kids loose things all the time) he doesnt get a break?

i dunno if its the bus driver who's being an asshole... or maybe the world's just out to get him... but damn... i remember when i was a little n everything in the world would scare me... this one time, when i was at the grocery store with my mom, my hand was itchy so i picked up an orange from the rack n squeezed it cause tat was wad kids would do right, we'd squeeze fruits for fun... then the lady from the store saw me n she was like...

"xiao di, bu yao dong ah"
the direct translation of course would be: "Little boy, dont touch ah or i'll eat yo face!~"

n i just freaked out... i ran back to my mom n hid myself from the mean ol'fruit lady~

now, i dunno about other kids these days but i hated adults like these.. goin round scarin lil children n wad not... i was a kid, i didnt know the rational behind alot of things so we'd get ourselves in trouble alot... but grown ups like that are just mean...

these are adults hu aren't patient enough to explain to kids how the world works... & its because of this that children hang out with bad company n do drugs n shit~ its cause the adults act like FOols...

i've met alot of these crazy adults in my life... and because of that i've decided to be NICE to children~ by nice i dont mean buyin them candy... i mean not being an asshole just cause ur older... i mean, lookin out for them cause they dont know better...

their children man...
YOU as adults should know better-_-


to the little boy on the bus... there are people hu give shit about u, so dont do drugs~

to the driver of the bus...
go Fuck yrself~

stopdrop&roll~

i hate my vocation...
its soo friggin stupid, i do nothing all day except sweep the floor for 10 mins a day then its back to the staff room to stone n do NOTHING!

im loosin my mind, everyday i wake up at 5am n take 2 buses n a train to the airbase to do NOTHING! i reach there n from 8am-5pm all i do is come out when theres food otherwise i do NOTHING! according to the sgts, our trainin starts on the 16th... but its still just gonna be like one mission every fortnight so in between tat time its still gonna be hours of me just doing NOTHING!!

im flippin out from all the NOT-DOING-ANYTHING thing! i REFUSE to spend the remaining 1 1/2 years of my ns life bummin around, sweepin the floor n playing with sand while all my other friends are dying in the ARMOUR DIV.

i thought it would be cool at 1st.. sure, who wouldnt wanna have a 8-5 job where all u do is NOTHING n blow aircon all day... i dunno wad's wrong with me either but i am going crazy.. i really am...

i hate wasting my time like this... n i seriously wanna change to a Combat unit... sure its gonna be tough but at least u get to train, u get to travel, u get to shot big guns n blow shit up...

beats fillin up holes in the road once every 2 weeks...
i hate wasting my time like this... i hate doing NOTHING!

but accordin to the sgt, if i request a change in unit, its like a 90% chance i'll end up as a Regimental Police(RP).. i'd just shoot myself then if tat ever happened-_-

so im stuck here... doing NOTHING... learning maybe a lil of something but ultimatly doing mostly NOTHING~

the onli good thing bout this vocation from wad i hear from the staff, is tat it gives u a great opportunity to continue ur studies or take up some night classes... last time i checked i onli had my 'O's, so im definiatly gonna use this opportunity... i refuse to just waste my time there n bum off the next 19 mths of my time here in this place -_-

at least once i get out i'd have something to show for n not have wasted my time doing NOTHING!!!

i miss holdin a weapon :(
its like im not a real solider anymore!!
its gonna be like this for the next 19 mths...

im goin outta my mind!!



SOMEBODY SAVE ME~!!!!!!!!!!!!!

luv is noise~

F1 cars are really loud..
artsy chicks are hawt~
deathcab and the verve are the shiet~
so are the killers...
manhattan perfect is not the drink for me...
all the other Ninjas are nver online on the weekdays since their all stayin in :(

i dunno if its lucky tat i got into my vocation when everyone else is dying in Armoured Infantry~

but its cool...
peach gathering on tues or sat~


*shake it like a salt shaker~

wutever man!

flea market at the art's museum last saturday with the jonas brothers...
im still a lil weirded out by the video of the white naked man with the bong -_-






acid bar-ed after that... then bounced to Arena~
"evil eye" to the drunk chick hu stole my jason mraz fedora n ran around with it~


im too tired to even elaborate right now...
army blows -_-
i wanna stab myself

*URGHH!

areyoushittinme-_-

Your vocation is : AVIATION VEHICLE SPEC.

As an AVS, you'll be trained to
"drive and maintain some of the most advanced and expensive airfield vehicles in the world, including refuellers, forklifts, runway sweepers, cargo trucks and hydraulic cranes...."

so, i'll be drivin forklifts for the next 1 1/2 years?




SI MI LAN JIAO?!?!?!?!~

unplugged indeed~

unplugged wednesdays are the shieeeet at Acid Bar~
1 for 1 beer, live music....
caught Forgetting Sarah Marshall earlier on, great movie~ shared a Foot long Italian BMT at the ever so awesome SUBWAY...

great conversations, great time....

but then again it would've been better had a certain whiteboy told me he n another certain fedora hat wearing hoe was at Zouk at that time and didnt call me out cause they thought i didnt wanna club which then ended up in them havin a blast n winning Formula 1 tickets worth $14 000!!!
YOU BROKE THE CODE MAN!!!
BROs BEFORE HOES AND OTHER BROs!!!!!!!!!

but hey, its cool...
its all good~


just wait till butter factory on saturday...
immma side-bud swing yo FACE with ma SAR 21 FOOOOLLL!!!!
BOTH OF U!!!



URGHHH!!~

(word) play in action~

swimmin with the immortal half-left ninjas of Section 4~
woke up at freakin 7am just to get to Yio chu Kang at 9am... need sleep so bad at the rate of "going out" i've been.. going out at -_-
yeah...


see how i make u FAMOUS FOOL!


so we swim swim swim and tann tann tann.... and i bring a banana out cause tats wad i do, i bring out healthy snacks to eat when im hungry... hu needs Mr Potato when u got a banana~


and oOh, i bought me a super duper, +10 to all stats, vintage, X-series, limited edition, Jason Mraz Ferdora Haaaaaat!!!


went back to fidel's place to have pizza then i died on his bed for like 2 hours... forgot where the hell i was when i woke up n thought i was kidnapped~ went to have dinner then headed to ang mo kio hub.. then town where we found out tat "the girl from LEFTFOOT is HAAWWWWTTT!!!"

health points go up just sayin tat line~

walk around n bought some stuff.... saw other wicked shit like this pic of 2 heads impaled on a stick...

is it just me?
or is this affecting u?

no worries.. cause the girl from LEFTFOOT is HAAAAAAAAWWT!!!
hp replenished~

headed to bff's place to "break fast", see wad a cool collage she made...


meet the counter girl from one of the clothes stores at Haji lane on the bus... and i think she recognized me... smiled at each other during the whole journey~
urrgh, melts my heart :)
think its cause of my Jason Mraz hat (its +10 to all stats mind u)~




"ITS COOL TO WEAR A HELMET!!!"
"man, get the fuck outta heeeerre -_-"
*inside jokes: where the point of it's so U dont get it, ho ho~






THE GIRL FROM LEFTFOOT IS HHAAAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAWWWtttttTT!!!!!




*hp recovered~

half left ninjas~

its been really long hasn't...
better late than never~

090908 was one of the most magnificent days of my life~ the night before (from wad i can remember) bore feelings of excitement & anxiety~ our fear of going thru the grueling 24 click route march (although incredibly painful and enduring) didn't out weight the fact tat in less than 24 hrs, this would all be over, and we'd all be going home~

the march took about 7 hours to complete, lasting from 5.am when we first set off, till about noon... we didn't even realize it was over till they told us... it was intense, but no one spaz-ed out...

kudos~

a couple of hours later, we gathered and set off to the parade square where our parents and loved ones where...

the "N" stands for nacho...
obviously~

so then we're all standin there not moving n shit, waiting for some guy to give some speech and all tat... and im scannin at the crowd lookin for my mom and sister and i spot them almost instantly but they havent found me yet, so u pan around summore just lookin at all the other ppl hu were there....

everyone elses mommy and daddy, gf or bf (which ever makes u happy) just to keep urself distracted from the intense weight the combat load ur carrying while ur keeping ever so still... u've lost all the blood flow in ur arms by then... but u cant move, not yet... the man in the suit's still talkin.... -_-


we march around summore then sing a song and do a dance~ a sappy music goes on and mom comes down to put my jockey cap on me...

before u know it its over and we're tossin our caps into the sky n runnin around passin high fives~

i take photos with my buddies and platoon mates and we do our soul-ja boi victory dance infront of everyone there~




doesn't look like much but it kept us amused...

and tat was how we cranked it...

so, my Basic Military Training Phase was over.. it was a glorious feeling.. but i just wanted to go home after tat day... and i did...

the army thought me great things, being in Ninja Coy taught me even greater lessons~
its bad in there... Ninja...
its really bad and i wont deny it... but if u think about it, tats the way its suppose to be... Ninja company was old school, the things they practiced weren't exactly "by the book", but it got the job down... they trained us to be soldiers and tats wad we are now~

i wouldnt say i was glad to be in there... but im definately glad to have survived it~


i dont think i ever wanna experience something like tat again...


by on the bright side... my body's super hawt now and the ladies at the clubs all chick me out yo~

ooOhh right~




"POP LOH!!!"
"man! put some pants on -_-~"

*inside jokes are so misleading...

viva la neeennnnjaaaarrr!~

POP in 2 days~
i hope i dont spaz out on the 24 click Route March of Doom...

im never drinkin beyond my point of thirst anymore in terms of alcohol and make "Super-Happy-Fun-Time " time a not so fun and super experience~

i have no time n i need to watch more episodes of Naruto and HOUSE-_-

i also learnt how to sing a chinese song and say the lines from Russel Peter's "Yo, Moma is soooo fat..." in hokkien, but im not gonna say it, cause i dont really know the spellin...


but wadever, imma bounce now~

*inhale *exhale~

Outfield was wet... i saw cute baby boars the size of a tv remote... my fingers are chaffed and knees have exploded...

its so wet, theres so much rain... u cant sleep... trees branches fallin on u at night... commanders stealin ur rifles... so much rain~

booked out n barely stayed home for 2 hrs, then bar hoped all night~
didnt sleep much either, wasnt tired... which is strange considerin the weather~

book in's in an hr... i never even got time to turn on the tv...

only in Ninja...




ah well, at least we can still summon Megan Fox three more times~

a lack of colour~

3 more weeks till my passin out parade~
i guess BMT's pretty fast... but the days are long in camp... 5am-10.30pm

its difficult to explain in words wad goes on in there... everytime when i book out, everything feels different... the air, the people... just the convinence of everything.. turn on the tap n water comes out, everything's so accessable...

tv, hot showers... u really appreciate basic shit like this when ur in camp~ i miss listenin to music and not having to eat my lunch within 10 minutes~

i think ever since field camp, everyone's just dying... worst ever 6 days of my life~
it never gets easier, and it never stops...

the days are oh so long...

sometimes i wish i wasn't in Ninja...
maybe if i'd been in some welfare company, things would've been easier.. run a lil in the morning n free time all the way till lights out~
just cruise thru BMT with just the bare basics...

but then, i would've came out the same person n not learnt anything~

Ninja Coy is no joke~
in Tekong, tellin ppl ur from N Company is like saying ur from Harvard..... and its true wad the commanders say, the worst has yet to come~

its being able to survive the shit they put us thru tat makes us stronger... but its not easy at all...

the things being thrown at us...
it never stops~





and the days are oh sooo long...

damn wookies~

cant believe i didnt move -_-
this is the most boring video ever...

also, i fuckin hate field camp... come to me for horrible army stories... cant post them here or the goverment will get me~

gotta get a new ipod soon or i'll freakin kill myself on those borin train rides... -_-





PS: thanks bunny for the super sweet entry~
banana chocolate cake x100 for u next time :)



i miss my friends~
i miss my friends~
i miss my friends~

left, right, left~

Ninja Company
Platoon 1 Section 4 Bed 01

go google it n u'll know its one of (if not the Most) toughest Coy in the whole of BMTC~

its crazy in there... the 1st confinement week was the most horrible.. but after awhile u get used to it... its fun, i'd admit.. training is training, u run and u run.. then when u cant run anymore, u run again~

its also psychologically painful... being institutionalized and forced to live around mindless rules and proceedures....

an ordeal like this makes u greatly, Greatly appreciate wad u already have... simple pleasures like watchin tv and stuff~

as the days progress and training intenses, theres never a day tat goes by where u dont almost die from something~ there's never enough sleep, there's never enough rest...

but its fun~
cept sometimes i miss home so much it drives me crazy...

i miss my friends and my home... i miss alot of things... in fact, the insanity isnt tat bad, its not being able to go home tat breaks me~

i wish i had more time in the weekends to do more things, to hang out with more ppl.... i wish i had more time in camp to even call ppl~

the "te-kan" stories of army are bountiful~
and the boredem everyone has can make u think of the most creative things to entertain one's self in camp...

from painting lizards, to drawing on each other with markers...

i am mentally shagged and my leg hurts real bad... i havent had bubble tea in a month and i missed so many episodes of Nip/Tuck and Pushing Dasies~

i hope next week is more interesting... i think it will be, SAR 21 came in over the weekend so we'll be gettin to shoot stuff by tomoro~

so yeah, hope i dont die~




Duty, Honor, Country~
Ninja Company

2weeks n countin~

its great to be home... i miss it so much.. dont know wad to write... booking in again in 2 hrs time so i gotta go prep...

still alive, so i guess tats good~

umm... text me, if u can... i like hearin from my friends.. gives me something to think about when im in there...

yeah, i'd like tat alot~
i'll try to reply u if i got the time... maybe even call... its nice hearing from my friends~

i figured i'd have more things to say about the army... but not right now.. maybe in the following weeks to come...

so, im gonna go now...

tc everyone~

bye~

lots of things are gonna happen tomoro... simple things like how "The Incredible Hulk" is premeiring tomoro... the PC show at Suntec starts tomoro as well...

on the 12th of June, Coldplay's new album "Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends" will be launched... its also German-born Jewish girl Anna Frank's birthday~

it's 6 days before D-day... but tomoro's gonna be my Day of Days~

im gonna miss everyone and thank you for the box of chocolates and the watch..
im gonna miss my mom too, its gonna be hard to go to bed with no one to hug me~

all my friends i met n havent met, i'll find the time to see u when i come out... wont be bloggin for a while now, i've got lots of pictures to show but i dont think i have the time.. i've still got loads of shit to pack~

so.. remember me, my hair, my fair skin, my skinny bod~
after a mth.. somethings will get shorter, somethings will get darker, and somethings will get bigger~







kudos :)


( 0 Days left~ )

time's up~

almost all of my days leadin to the 12th has been packed with sooo many meetings with soo many friends~ to the point where i have at least 2 or more hang-outs in one day... which is pretty hard to juggle but time's runnin out so, oh well~

meet the x-men for service last sunday, then off to lunch with my mom and sister at city hall... it was gonna be my last sunday(EVER) with the mother so she wanted to hang out with her beloved son~ can't blame her, seeing as how im so filial and all...

went to this place called the "Soup Restaurant".. it had a tree in it.... thats like the 1st thing tat i saw~ are those words the name of the restaurant? cause all i can read is the no.3... and i dont see how tat could translate to "Soup" or "Restaurant"-_-

its been so long since i ate in a cheena place like this... mom didnt let me ask for fork n spoons-_- i had to use chopsticks and eat my rice from a bowl, so mean~

EVERYONE SEE MY MOM!!! SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY!!!~


meet chingy at the esplanade to chill, talked for like 2hrs then maddy came... talked summore~ then headed to NewYorkNewYork~ for dinner...




lots of chicken.. i like chicken~



imma happy boy~ lalala


(4 more days to go...)





Meet Rick on Monday to hang out, had dinner at Fish 'n Co. and chilled at TCC till it was time to go~ headed to the train station to meet stu n the rest & trained home with celly, liz & claire~

nothin much to write about here.. simple chillin out session... but enjoyable nontheless~

(3 more days n counting....)


caught Kung Fu Panda with the Power Rangers... it was pretty awesome~ theres a lil thing at the end when the credits are done rolling, but its nothin much really.. not the end of the world if u happen to miss it~

Go Go Power Rangers~
dibs on Green, i wanna be Tommy...




HANS for dinner then rushed home to change then meet bff to hang~ it was really windy outside so we camwhored with my mane~

cant really see anything.. just hair, which was kinda the idea~



( 2 Days left~ )




time's runnnin out...

pork & beans~

i like to rub my hands along things... like walls and metal handrails~ i like to touch the pointy ends of tables, its feels nubby and i guess tats a lil weird, but i do it anyway, cause i can~

i lean rather sluggishly on tabletops as well, i'd support my head with my hands and loaf about like i have no backbone... and because of that, i might seem like im unattentive.. but really i am... im just being comfortable~

if theres an object on the table, like a cup, or a pen... i'd play with it... i'd spin it in circles, i'd tap it, i'd twirl it btw my fingers or simply stare in amusement at it for simply being there...

thats when im not paying attention~
and its at this point i'd need u to snap me out of it... i can get carried away in my own world sometimes...

and for that, i thank u in advance~

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in the mornings, i'd say out everything i do in a third-person manner, just to hear my sexy "i just woke up from bed" voice~

"oOh, im up.. think i'll head to the bathroom and take a bath...."

"hey there, person in the mirror... damn do u need a haircut...."

"i wonder if theres anyone home? think i'll just risk it and run to my room naked~"

well...
u get the idea...

in the evenings, things start to slow down... people, start to slow down~ and subconciously, so do u... cause its night time, its suppose to be our when we rest, and eventhough ur not tired, u will be, cause everyone else is~ u cant help it... and neither can i~

so after midnight, i start to feel "drunk" and in a lil dazed... but really im not tired at all... i have energy, i feel that i can go on...

but, im kinda not allowed to...
cause thats just how it is~

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sometimes when no one's looking, i pretend my pens are weapons and make them fight with my fingers~ some ppl imagine them as Drumsticks and drum them on hardcovered books and metal pencil boxes, while i pretend their swords and stab imaginary robots with it... or evil ninjas, whichever u prefer~

oOh yeah, one more thing... on days when my days dont turn out so prefect, i journal them in "aaron's kinky black book of secrets" and hide it in my drawer for no one to see~ Then i turn on my computer, and i write a bunch of nonsense like this to throw u off~


remember boys and girls, Candy = Death :)
goodnite folks~



(5 days and counting~)

Speed of Sound~

6 days to the day of days and ironically today's june 6th which IS D-Day~ i got most of my shit prep-ed... cept maybe a few nic-nacs here n there, nothin i cant live without~

the back itches like crazy.. and i think theres a mosquito in my room cause it bit me a couple of times so now im 2times itch-er~

dragon slaying with the x-men in 3 hours time... gotta go prep...

like i said, im gonna blog as much bull as i can till i cant anymore...

oOh Count, u perv.... tsk~

and that was when i ruled the world~

it didnt hurt much initially, the first few days was it just felt a lil sore, but i forgot about this part... its day three and by now, the physical part doesnt hurt much but my immune system is seriously fucked -_-

i get headaches and roomspins, dizzy-ness and the sweats... not to mention the burning sensation on my back~ its not as painful as a sunburn, but.. it feels... like its moving~ i dunno how to describe it.. it feels like ur skin is healing itself and.. its moving~ yeah...

i think my body's trying to regenerate the loss of blood and its makin me a lil wooozy~ not to mention really really cranky-_- it happened to me the last time, and the time b4 that... but i guess i was too excited about the finishing work to remember its aftercare~

i dont feel sick, its not a feeling i get at the pit of my stomach tats making me unwell... neither do i feel any actual physical pain.. i think its more of a disorientated feeling~ its like u know ur not sick, but ur body cant keep up cause its just been wounded....

but it'll pass... im just amused at how my body works when under pressure... my head tells me im fine, but my body begs to differ... kinda makes u wonder if the whole "mind over matter" thing is true or not~

exactly 7 days till i enlist... im gonna blog as much as i can before that day comes... oh, and im gonna need people to talk lots of photos of me with my uber long hair before the goverment takes it away~






damn buracrats~

mine's bigger than yours~

got inked yesterday.. hurt alot, never doing it again~

went to oliver's house at khatib with the bff, he's got a really cool place..
it was so artsy fartsy + bohemien style + brit pop looking~ so many tiki heads and Nazi flags and portraits of John lennon and The Beatles everywhere...
really cool place, had 2 cute dogs there too but he couldnt let them out cause they were'nt Halal :)

sketched a bit here n there, added some squggly lines to it and waa-laa~ it looked cool, everything was finalized so then the drillin began... u cant really tell, but in this photo there was alot of Pain in it... outline was done in an hour... felt like 2~ took a break for awhile then continued with the shading...(alot of pain in this picture as well, u gotta really sqint ur eyes to see, its right at the foreground~) after another hour the left side was done~ had another break and completed the other side~ & here's a couple of videos to scare u with.... alots of pain in these as well...





the whole thing took about 4 hrs & it hurt sooOOoo bad... of all the ones i did, this hurt the most.. i was shivering constantly and my right leg kept twitching all crazy-like mid way through the inking... it HURT...

im trying really hard not to be a pussy about this.. but it REALLY HURTS-_- i would've cried but i was too busy trying to not pass out from the pain, cause it HURTS~
it was like being sliced.. theres no other way to describe it~

but it was fun, people should go do it~ it WILL hurt(duh-_-), but the final product is worth it... going thru something like that.. i dont think u'd forget the experience anytime soon~

but shit it hurts soo bad.....
im never doing it again~


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