::ME::
In a place of voidness, I need colours. Blue, Red, Green.
May the colours tell of a story that will not let me regret.
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
OK! I've switched to TUMBLR! Please follow me on dumbdumbwantsgumgum.tumblr.com!!!
And all along I thought no one wants to comment on my posts! It has been the stupid skin!!! Blogger sucks! LOL!
Hi everyone! Bet you've been checking up on my blog everyday! Well there's so much stuff happening yet so little time to blog it all down. And I'm not busy with FB applications like Farmville or Jackpot Slots or ANYTHING OK! Yes. I was truly busy, busy with LIFE!
Just last month, we had an exercise in camp. It was a good experience, we learn from mistakes and also we are able to feel the atmosphere of a higher threat level. However, there are some dark areas of the ARMY which I'm not suppose to say. So if you want to know, ASK ME. I will gladly spill the beans.
What is more amazing is what November brought about so far. In just a mere 5 days, I have seen people going through the roughest time of their lives and also unveil some what the true nature of people you call 'Friends'.
It all happened one day when I was doing duty with Royston, a guy in NS whom I can connect to quite well. In fact there's quite a handful. Haha. So we were just talking about random stuff and then suddenly another friend JK came down to our area. We were stunned. He said he just broke up. A girlfriend of 3 years. A relationship that everyone thought could last. A future they discussed so far even towards marriage. A bomb so big, HE BROKE DOWN. The reason : She can't commit. Just 2 weeks ago, another guy also broke up with his girlfriend, same reason. That got me thinking. How can girls just say they can't commit when it's always the guys (who we thought) had the 'roving eyes' ? Is it about the freedom of flirt? Is it the pain of being tied down? Is it the minimal possessive attitude that even a boyfriend is not entitled to? What's more, she's overseas, it all happened through a phone call. Now, this reminds me of another relationship where it ended with both parties in different lands, only it ended through an email. Does it ring a bell, Liesel? The funny thing in this entire serious relationship is that, she's gotten herself another guy already. She said, ' I'm not serious about him, I just want something new.' The contradicting statement that lead us to wonder why she stayed with that friend of mine for 3 years.
So the close friends were all trying to cheer him up as his depressed state is infectious. And we just went Kbox last night(remind me why I stopped going there? It was so much fun! And damn, he can SING!) It was ballads of sad and emo songs, one after another. He was close to tears every now and then. Even though the room was dark, the shimmer in his eyes can't be wrong. So I would like to know girls better, understand how they think, just when I thought I had grasped the concept, it changed again. So please, if any of you out there can tell me the reason, maybe I can enlighten that friend of mine and put him out of his misery. Thanks.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Sometimes, it pays to be a nice guy. Well, for me, I've ALWAYS been nice. =D It must be all the good karma I've accumulated everyday.
Something good happened to me recently, actually quite a few things. It was just yesterday where I decide to wake up early before my duty and so went to the CREW room to watch some tv. As RPs, we eat out-rations, aka packet meals. So someone has to go collect from the delivery truck when it arrives at HQ. It just so happens that the only another shift mate and I were available to help out, not counting the sgts. And so, without any hesitations, I went to take the meals, however that shift mate had some smart comment to say before he trudge his way down to help. I feel that this chore is part of my job, I mean afterall, the food is for us. So I don't know why he has so much to say when in the first place, his duties are much lighter than the rest of the shift. And so, a sgt heard that comment and was a furious he gave that mate a good bloodwashing scolding. This sgt has never gotten angry for the whole 3 months I've known him. Well that's the part where I suppose I have accumulated the good karma.
The part where the good karma comes around, starts here. When I was doing my duty at this horrible place where I'm suppose to stand alone for 6 hours with no forms of entertainment or food(but at 6pm, all the superiors left and so did the rules), the sgt I mentioned just now, brought me a can of COKE. He walked all the way from HQ to my place just to pass me a can of coke. I was damn happy! This is the first time I enjoyed a can of coke with much delight. I'm a PEPSI person. And that's not all, 1 hour later, 2 shift mates brought food for me! It was the leftover food from the party officers had every friday! This is the first time they brought food to any person doing duty, because in the past, it was always left in the pantry for those who wants to eat to help themselves. Not to mention the 2 people that brought the food were not close friends of mine, merely acquaintances. I thought my train of good luck had ended until no sooner than later, one of the lao jiao came to have a lil chat with me. He went jogging and decided to drop by and talk to me! So we talked for half an hour in which if he didn't come, I could be talking to the wall lizards or my iTouch. And hence, within that 6 hours, which was suppose to be the most boring 6 hours of duty, so many events happened to my favour. I was deeply in gratitude to these people who have made my duty so much more enjoyable! I do wonder if it was planned or just pure unexplainable luck.
The weather was totally in favour with me as well. Right before the above mentioned duty, there was a slight drizzle and hence my duty was not as warm as it should have been. Then the next day, when I'm doing a different place the morning sun was blocked by grey clouds with enough wind to keep me chilled. Even my buddy doing duty with me said that it's rare to get such nice weather.
I've learnt to love doing my duty. In fact I didn't dread that I got this vocation in the first place. I do not mind the monotonous lifestyle and waking up at wee hours to only stand at an allocated spot without any form of entertainment for 6 hours. In fact, I would like the time alone where I can think through things and well, reflect. I try to tell others to start looking positive for the duty or else you'll hate doing duty and time just seems to slow down. For me, time is not a problem, more of fatigue. If I have enough energy and the fun people to do duty with, I don't even mind standing 9 or 12 hours. I just have to have some perks to look forward to, even if not, I'll just create my own perks. Haha.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
This is going to be a hate post.
It was a fine SUNDAY. Rainy morning, nice cool temperature for one to be out. Yet this day has to be destroyed by someone I live with.
We decided to go have dinner outside, BUFFET style. Then my brother had to go 'WL, now then say. I need to study finish one more chapter. I have exams for the next 3 days.' At that point, there was exactly 3 hours to our time of departure. I wonder how long he'll take to finish that extra chapter. Also given that he's quite smart to begin with, it shouldn't have mattered whether he studied that chapter. That is provided that all the tall tales he's been telling me were true, of him acing tests that he never really studied for. We tried to convince him that he can study somemore at night. But no, he didn't give any leeway. He said he must score well, even though it's just a prelim and that he has the mindset of an elitist, LOSING IS NOT AN OPTION. He wants to maintain his position of 4th in class. If not, he'll feel ultimate embarrassment with the fear of being stigmatised as a LOSER for even dropping one mark for his overall grades. Such fierce competition in his class and I wonder why he does not even has the mental courage to step out of the house for a DINNER.
And just about 5 minutes ago, the dinner was called off. My parents went out to eat and having my hopes dashed, I have no energy to even move 2 steps and give him a tight slap(I believe slapping a guy is ultimate embarrassment, not losing your position in class). So I'm surviving on some snacks at home having built up the hunger for the supposedly buffet dinner. And guess wad, the sarcarsm hadn't end. He went on to say 'Wah, I was just taking photos of my notes so that I can go there read on my handphone. Now I have to delete all of them.' Tell me, what should I do?
Monday, August 24, 2009
Ok. So I finally changed my blogskin. The old one was nice but hard to navigate eh?! Oh well this is simple enough and simplicity is good, sometimes. Haha.
So many people blogging, how could I be left out?!??! I'm so cut off from the world with my RP course going on where I have to stay in lah. But, have no fear my beloved FANS! I'm BACK! Hopefully I'll be free enough to blog often to satisfy the unsatiable hunger of my wonderful READERS. Haha. given that I'll be doing guard duty where I have LOTS of time to just stand there, spaced out and think about useless, random stuff that can become blog materials. Soon, my posts will be about super random and useless stuff that has no relevant to my life or whatsoever.
Army has changed me(did I mention this before? Nvm) in a way I tried not to be. VULGAR. I tried so hard to restrain myself but the f in pffffts always comes out. Oh well, accept it people! My F means no harm!!! So dun be surprised if I burst out in vulgarities one day while I am laughing at a joke or what not.
I want to earn more money. I seriously do not give a F about academics(It has started!) I don't want any degree when in a few years time it will just expires like any gardenia BREAD. I want a money-making method that can sustain my expenses plus the enjoyment of having INCOME. Income that I call my own, without having to wreck my brains in reading up ridiculous amounts of notes and writing freaking long essays just to get some nutty professor to read and give comments like KEN LEE. Anyone interested in joining me to start a business?!?! It can be anything!!! Haha. You provide the capital, I do the market research and together we earn BIG BUCKS.
My base is so fake. It has the whole COMPLETE SET I tell you. The gate is so nice, newly built, with one of the better equipments SAF can afford. But inside there are those gates that seems to have rusted and with any push, it'll vapourize into grey powder. Then there's those new buildings they said to catch up with what "3G army" SAF is (trying to) becoming. But inside, we have rotting pieces of wood they call furniture and sponges not for washing but to sleep on, with fans that could have worked better in a tornado. Then comes the people. People who smiles and greet their superiors like every greeting they give, they get extra income. And then there are those that likes the tastes of other's boots/ass and gains 200% energy and gives 200% effort when they do work in front of the superiors. Not to forget there are those that gives a heck to anything that happens to the world but themselves. Terrorist can come bomb their homes but their finger cannot be injured by one of the small harmless splinters on the wooden poles for fear of LETHAL viral infections. So they can't do much work for fear of dying any minute now due to sudden cardiac arrest or something. Finally, there's people like me. Living a fake life with a fake personality only to reveal their true form when we are out of ARMY. It's so fake, I don't want to talk about it anymore.
I think facebook is super laggy. There's so much problems with the applications, to which I'm hooked on these days. Sooner or later, they will start asking for donations or something to upgrade their server. Or maybe there will be influx of MORE advertisements to earn revenue. The most extreme will be a NEW socializing website popped out.
The world is so fake, I smell fragrance from the artificial flowers.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Congratulations!!!
Firstly, you are able to navigate to my 'Broops' page!!!
Secondly, I POPed!!!
Thirdly, I got my SAFRA membership + free gift!
POP was a ritual one must go through after completing NS. Note, it is a ritual because there's so much regimental stuff to do and prepare, plus the false front and energy we radiate and also the dramatic ending where everyone that went through the ritual will come out a different man.
Despite being in the entity they call National Service, I must say, it has not yet instill any sense of patriotism in me yet. I still maintain my stand on it being the world's most dangerous job! Even at this moment, the news just reported on a REGULAR's DEATH in taiwan. Apparently he died in his sleep or something. It's regretful that one should die at such a young age, but worse when he died in his sleep without any explanations and the worst of it all is that he signed on....and died.
Block leave of 10 days is a PRIVILEDGE, I agree. And like all enjoyment, it is shortlived. However, I have rested to my fill and am quite ready for some PT. HAHA. I hope I get posted to some super slack unit, I mean who doesn't? Except for those people who 'aim high' and wants to 'make something out of the 2 years in NS'. That is what I would call re-assurance of wasting 2 years of their lives.
I changed my blogskin because the previous image was removed. I liked that one! But this one's nice too lah.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
8 days left. And I hope I won't ever step foot on that island anymore!!! It's such a weird feeling to feel cut off from the world out there. Week by week pass by so quickly what I thought were new movies weren't showing in the cinemas anymore. Each weekend I see new copies of 8 days which I can't be bothered to read anymore. As compared to last time, where I would have engulf the entire magazine within hours of purchase. Synopses and all.
I feel a change. A change for the better or for the worse. I do not know. But I feel a change in behaviour, in mindset, in me. Something's different, that I'm sure. Certain times in camp, I would reflect upon the word I said, the things I did and the way I felt. I wondered if I truly behaved the same as I did in the past. Many said that NS would change a man. Afterall, it is a new environment, I interact with new people and I'm presented with new situations. New experiences and new emotions with fill me, but will they change me? I'm afraid they did. I still can't grasp the change in me, but I hope it's not for the worse. If so, do tell me. It's always harder to observe oneself than to observe others.
I need new stuff in my life. Haha. New clothes, new shoes, new bag and new CASH. I want to see the number rising exponentially. Seriously, I'm considering investments. Haha. Maybe play with stocks or something, the idea of earning money with your butt resting comfortably is so attractive! I would also want to be my own boss, to start an income without the need for degrees or any other pieces of paper. It has always been my wish to be an entrepreneur but to be a successful one, it just seems to tedious. Bahh.. I complete NS first then see how. I am already in my 'heck-care' mode. I take training like meals, I take pain like candy. Life is just so sweet.
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