RR & R~

the 69th NSF Aviation Vehicle Specialists~
Quebec Team-O Supreme-O







u've just been ball gazed to the death~

ok lah....~

too weird -_-~

U SET GUYS SET ME UP!!!

the night before~

i dont think i've ever been beatin up before, it was quite a fun 1st time~
theres bruises and cuts all over my arms, body and face... everything hurts, even blood was drawn at a strange place....

my hands are still trembling when i hold them up...

i think i'll do it again soon :)


just a few more hours... im super excited, and super scared at the same time...

dont no one touch me once its done or i swear i'll cry~

dog day afternoon~

my new Airforce uniform makes me look oh so spiffy :)
i bought a camouflage net for fun and hung it in front of my door for kicks... all the other Tees aint too bad either~ u got the blue and white T-shirts, the collared polos and the PT kits and shorts, all of which have tat grand logo of the RSAF printed right in the middle~ and i must add, the beret just doubles the "solider" look :)

speakin of uniforms, i've seen the new pixel coloured uniform of the SAF and damn does it make u look like a seaweed.. yeah its more practical, but i cant take my eyes off it when i see it, and neither would the enemy... besides, u look like a fool when u wear it to honest~

but, then again... i suppose we'd have to see it "work" in an actual jungle to really make any judgment... though if there were to have a war today, the colour ought to be grey or something since everythings all "urban warfare" n all tat jazz~

i'd hate to see an actual war start in asia.. i dont wanna experience something like tat in my lifetime... but at the rate things are going, i really dont know... sooner or later the shit in the middle east is gonna travel to us and every narcissistic person in this country will flip and start blaming each other, then it'll be 1964 again with race riots goin on and everything this tiny ass country built would have all gone to shit cause eventhough sg's a safe n prosperous place, the ppl are pricks and attitude always trumps ingenuity, period....

singaporeans know their pricks, we cant really help it... and its not because we want to be this way.. its cause u just dont wanna help the person next to u cause u know he/she's a douchebag as well~

its just like tat old lady in the train who abusively pushes everyone outtve her way just to get tat seat at the corner... & as the charitable & compassionate member of society tat u are... you would've gladly givin up ur seat to this elderly woman, but after her act of inconsideration towards u all all the ppl around you, u'd start thinking tat maybe(just maybe..) she doesn't deserve tat seat anymore... soon, you'd start to think tat all old ppl are like tat.. then u'd think all people in general are like tat... and soon, everyone in the world'll be tat way...

then u'd think, why should i show an ounce of decency when no one else is? im gettin the bad end of the deal here, i gotta start lookin out for myself, my own needs, my own individual~

thats when u become self-centered and conceited and all the other Synonyms tat mean "selfish" & "asshole"... so the next time on the train, and u see an old guy lookin for a seat, u pretend to sleep, or look the other way...

"he's just gonna steal my seat from me, i wont let him, the Basterd! i'll just close my eyes n pretend im asleep, that'll show him..."

and tats the moment where god takes ur name outtve the good book and the whole world's gonna burn in hell forever -_-

but hey, im just callin it like i see it... if u give ur seats up to old ppl on the bus then good for u... but wad about the guy who needs a lift cause his tyre blew... or the kid hu fell of his bicycle and needs a hand...

"dont worry, someone else will do it... im late for my pilates class anyway~"
and tats all u need to clear any form of guilt u have in ur mind... which just shows wad a really great human being you are~

now, im no saint either, i dont give my seats to old ppl or help kids who've fallen off trees back on their feet all the time... and thats the irony of it...

perhaps i'll start being nicer when other ppl are nicer to me first ey?

magiclean~

i spent the entire day cleaning my room n now its so beautiful i want to cry~ all the clutter on the floor is gone, the shelves are dust-free, the table's neat and the wires n cables are neatly organized...

clothes in my wardrobe's been folded and the bedsheet's changed... took the entire day but damn everything's so sparkly now :) i think, now with the room all clean n shit, its become more of a personal haven... its opened up portals to allow the good chi magic to flow in...

crystal blue and hazel green, all the colours of the world if squint ur eyes, they can be seen floatin around my room in their mist-like state. glowing orbs of healing energy makin their rounds, thru the cupboards and under the tables~ spreadin their happy magic on all hu enter :)




wad...? whys everybody lookin at me like tat for..?

the city is at war~

yes it is...

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 -_-