Saturday, January 31, 2004
The past four days spent in Hendon Camp have been eye-openers indeed. Yep! It's li'll ol me booked out of Commando BMT for the Hari Raya holidays and there's just so much to tell i dont know where to start. And apparantly i shouldn't brag about how much i've been through, nor complain about how tough it is because the people up at Hendon have their means to find out what we're up to. (Apparantly there was a guy in the past who started a personal webpage soon after he booked out, which stated loudly that he was a Commando, and they actually knew! Scary stuff) And i'm pretty tired for now, so i'll just write whatever comes to my mind try not to brag/complain too much. Dont bao dou to CMPB ah you...
Thoughts:
-Doing one extra push up/pull up for Commando. (dont ask me why its "Commando" and not "Commandos") Eg: doing ten push ups would sound like, "One! Two!.....Ten! One for Commando!" There's a certain thrill in doing that extra one, and somehow i dont feel like we're suffering more or anything. On the contrary, it feels pretty good! Maybe i've been brainwashed. Still, I think its a pretty cool tradition.
-Shouting "Commando!" whenever we are asked to do something, be it to sit down, stand up, fall out, run to someplace, enter a room, run an errand, recover from push up position, and a hundred other occasions. Again, it feels good to shout it out loud, but it does kill your throat.
-Torture water parades. I shan't elaborate lest i get found out, just the keywords: excruciating shoulder muscles, bloated stomach, and several "merlions". Heh. Like to know more? Ask me!
-Waiting. And waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting. Dammit. I wish a platoon wasnt so big. Then again, it'll be harder to hide. (Oh for your info, i'm in 3rd Company, Platoon 8, Section 2.)
-Change parades. Whoohoo. 'Nuff said. 3 mins? No problem sergeant!
-Mood swinging sergeants who're tough, but (relatively) fair as well. Also extremely slack and funny when they're relaxed. Slack situation: entire platoon sits in an air-conditioned studio and exchanges stories on the "most embarrassing thing you've done to a girl". Tough situation: push ups, sprinting, yelling, water parades, amazingly mean put-downs, more push ups, scoldings in front of the entire company, wrecked muscles, sweat drenched tees, destroyed egos, nausea.. you get the idea. Was tough adjusting to that, but i think we're getting the hang of it. (hopefully)
-Rigid formalities. Like shouting your NRIC/Rank/Name/Reason to the officer or sergeant whenever you want to receive an injection/go for an interview/do a set of pull ups. Or how you're supposed to ask for permission to enter your own bunk if a officer/sergeant is inside. (dont forget to shout "Commando!" once permission is granted!) Or how you have to freeze when an officer/sergeant enters the room. Or how you must report your strength every time you fall in or go for a water parade... rigid place!
-No life. Handphones are always switched off. Get caught sms-ing in bed? Confined for two weeks, brudda. Need to obtain some info from your family? Fine. All of you have three mins to call home and talk, by the end of three mins your phone should be off once again. Bleargh. For the past 3 days i had to sneak a rushed sms to chienling by waking up early and pretending to look for my toiletries bag in my locker. No news, no radio, no music, no free time. (I'm not kidding! Even the time before we sleep is rushed and taken up. Hardly had time to interact with my section mates.)
-Good platoon mates: none smoke/drink! Ain't that amazing? That's cause this batch is the A Level batch, with the exception of one or two poly/ite pple. Pretty good people, who're fit and have a positive attitude. No wussies spotted yet, no sir. Lotsa them have lovely bodies. I'm jealous. Thank goodness there're also normal people like me who can do a reasonable number of pull ups. A few extra people (obviously vying for OCS. Yes, so am i, but im doing in smart. Heh.), but mostly good people.
-Pride. Its the only way to describe that feeling in the air. There's something about being part of the most elite combat unit in the SAF. Every sergeant drills it into you, every officer shouts it to you, every high flying officer (CO, OC, RSM, etc) proudly explains it during lectures, inspiring you to the point of not feeling sleepy. (Yes, we DO feel sleepy, its just like JC!)
Sigh. On monday, i shall book into camp at 20 00 hours, and stay there for 12 days. 12 days. That's the real test. Once i survive that, i suppose the rest of BMT should be okay.. provided i dont get confined or anything. Haha! What an understanding OC we have.. letting us book out on Valentine's day! But aragh. 12 days! I wonder how they'll go. I guess we'll see.. but up till now, i guess my perception of Commandos has changed just a little bit.. and im glad i joined. So for the next 10.5 tough months of training, courses, torture and adventure till we attain the coveted red beret, i suppose i'll just have to work hard, do my best, and do "One for Commando!"
he rocked the party at 8:08 AM |
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
The big day's tomorrow! Bag is packed, underwears are carefully folded, nerves are a wreck. Am feeling apprehensive, excited, queasy, eager, ROARRR!
I cant blog. Aragh.
Please let my training be tough, but manageable.
Please let me do my best in everything that i do.
Please let my buddy be good, not an extra chiong-sua ass, nor a quiet wussy.
Please let me be level headed to handle all the equipment.
Please let my section and platoon be filled with good people who'll help each other through the tough times.
Please give me strength to handle all physical and mental trials.
Please give me a good rifle.
Please give me good food.
Please let my superiors be tough, but fair.
Please let me have enough underwear. (heh)
Please let God be with me, in whatever i do, and wherever i go.
Please let all i do and say each day, please God in every way.
Am starting on a new exciting adventure tomorrow, let's hope its a good one.. do pray for me! This shall be my last entry for awhile, hopefully the next one will contain lots of good and humourous stories!
I bid you all adieu..
"For Honour and Glory" -the Commando motto
he rocked the party at 6:44 AM |
The big day's tomorrow! Bag is packed, underwears are carefully folded, nerves are a wreck. Am feeling apprehensive, excited, queasy, eager, ROARRR!
I cant blog. Aragh.
Please let my training be tough, but manageable.
Please let me do my best in everything that i do.
Please let my buddy be good, not an extra chiong-sua ass, nor a quiet wussy.
Please let me be level headed to handle all the equipment.
Please let my section and platoon be filled with good people who'll help each other through the tough times.
Please give me strength to handle all physical and mental trials.
Please give me a good rifle.
Please give me good food.
Please let my superiors be tough, but fair.
Please let me have enough underwear. (heh)
Please let God be with me, in whatever i do, and wherever i go.
Please let all i do and say each day, please God in every way.
Am starting on a new exciting adventure tomorrow, let's hope its a good one.. do pray for me! This shall be my last entry for awhile, hopefully the next one will contain lots of good and humourous stories!
I bid you all adieu..
-For Honour and Glory-
he rocked the party at 6:44 AM |
Sunday, January 25, 2004
Excuse me for talking about NS once again, (and again and again and again..) but its the only thing on my mind for the past few days now. 3 more days. 3 more days and, in the words of Eugene, i'll exchange my pink i/c and "become the property of SAF". Am friggin queasy about it. In a way its something to look forward to: 2 months of bumming around sucks when you think about it. Waking up and having nothing to do, once the most sought-after feeling during A Level days, now feels like crap. It'll be good to feel like im doing something useful for a change, and earning money at the same time! Plus, with the free meals, the exercise, the adventure, and they take care of your i/c for you absolutely free! Lovely.
It sucks not knowing what to expect. BMT tales heard from friends throughout the CNY hols sound fantastic: i really wish i was a Tekong enlistee! Sheesh they really have it good.. but nope, in 3 days i shall have to adjust to the Hendon life, with their sweat-scented bunks, old buildings, and Singapore Food Industries food (whoohoo!), and that's certainly gonna be a little different from Tekong.. Just hope i can handle it.
And its funny how you appreciate the little luxuries life gives you just before NS. For 2 days now, i've begun to take notice of this little trinklet known as FREEDOM. And heck, its really precious. Check out these little freedoms which we love and take for granted, which i've only just begun to appreciate:
-Sleeping and waking up whenever you want.
-Eating whenever and whatever you want.
-Talking on the phone for as long as you want.
-Sms-ing rubbish to your friends.
-Spending time with your girlfriend
-Being in areas which actually have FEMALES. (no kidding!)
-Blogging
-Chilling out with great old friends and chatting the night away (hello Debbie!)
-Being able to style your HAIR in whatever way you want (ohhhh my lovely hair..)
-Being able to walk leisurely (and not march/run) from place to place.
-Having a choice whether to exercise or not in the morning (i didnt exercise today at all! Unless you count accompanying your girlfriend in one of her strenuous shopping trips)
-Clubbing (seriously i think its perverse and sleazy nature is overrated. Visited Cheeky Monkey on Saturday and i only saw one instance of hanky-panky on the floor. Which again proves my point that good clean clubbing IS possible)
-Watching a movie
-Eating quality food from Nooch and Sakae Sushi (and not just chicken curry/tomato fish and tomato chicken/fish curry.. siiiigh)
-Playing cards
-Listening to music and keeping in touch in the news. Seriously, when you're in camp, would you give a damn how optimistic George Bush is for the US economy?
-Reading.
-Air-conditioning (i shall turn the air conditioning on every night from now on.. -sniffs the air- ahhhhh just savour that cold air..)
-Being able to dump your toothbrush and toothpaste anywhere you want after your done brushing. Didja know that you have to place the SAF toothbrush and toothpaste two-fingers' spacing apart? Gosh.
-Late night pratas.
Aragh i could go on and on. Wonder what life will be like without them.
Heck, I'll never know till i plunge into the snakepit, right? And i wont just survive, i'll do my best to excel in it too! I'm ready for ya.. bring it on!
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me"
he rocked the party at 5:32 AM |
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Whoohoo! In response to much feedback from you wonderful readers that the Enetation comment thing at the bottom of each post SUCKS, i've decided to add a tagboard! There ya go! No more long waits for the stupid page to load.. enjoy!
he rocked the party at 8:22 AM |
I've been meaning to type this a long time ago, but never remembered to.
Let me tell you something funny: My family car caught fire the other day while it was parked at my mum's office. It was so bad that the entire front end melted and the surrounding cars were covered in soot. Not to mention all the smoke which obscured the security camera's view. The security guard went up to my mum and he was like,
Security Guard: Excuse me ma'am, is your car number S******?
Mum: Yes it is, why?
Security Guard: Oh, well... its on fire.
Hahahahahahahaahhahaahhahahah!!! That's so funny. Apparantly there's this fan which is supposed to switch on by itself to cool the radiator after the car stops. The relay for the switch apparantly broke down, so the fan kept on spinning till it overheated and started the fire. Whoohoo! So now for lunar new year my family's relying on public transport to visit people, which sucks. But according to my dad, its much cheaper than having a car. Did you know that without a car, you can save about a thousand bucks a month? And according to Zaki my ex-choreographer, even if you book a cab wherever you go, its still cheaper than owning a car. Which is why we may not buy a new one if we cant get that one repaired.
Oh well.
Oh and i just realised what a boring person i've become. I cant seem to talk about anything else other than NS, NS, NS. I suppose i'll be worse when i come out of camp.
Oh and do ya think i'll get let out for the Hari Raya holiday on the 1st of Feb? So exciting.. then i'll only stay in for 3 days!
he rocked the party at 5:52 AM |
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Happy lunar new year!! Though lunar new year isnt as special to me like Christmas or the New Year (as in 1st jan.. but of course you knew that you smart person you, why am i telling you this?) its still a pretty cheery season ya? Unfortunately, the thrill of receiving ang paos has long been lost, the novelty and excitement have long gone. Wait lemme tell you an embarrassing childhood secret about ang paos.
(now that its on my blog, i suppose its no longer a secret)
Hahah there was a year when i was pretty young, must have been about 10 yrs old or so, and i really loved receiving ang paos, so much so that i took a whole shoebox, stapled ang paos all over it and added a slit at the top. Ta-daah! My very own ang pao box! Whenever we visited a relative or friend, i'd eagerly approach all the adults with my bright red box and urge them to deposit their red packets into the slit, hoping that the ridiculous sight of a small boy carrying a huge red box would entice them to "donate" more. Heh.
There ya go. So cute right? Nowadays i dont even open my red packets until my mum urges me to get them into a bank before the silverfish consume them. Ah, i never got much anyway (haha no, not even with the big red box)
I think i'm getting the hang of boring adult talk though. Remember a long time ago (well it felt like a long time) like last year when we all were wondering how we'd ever communicate with boring distant relatives who probably dont understand half of what you're talking about? (but its okay since we dont understand most of what THEY'RE talking about either) Maybe its cause im going into NS next week, where i supposedly become a MAN. Oh yeah. So perhaps this has helped me gain enlightenment on how to communicate with the evasive and seemingly impenetrable Adult Species.
This is how a typical visit-you-during-new-year conversation may look like. I've come up with a possible scenario and some possible responses which you could utilise. Read carefully and observe the tactics:
Relative: Waaahh! So long havent seen you already!! Wah grow so tall already ah? Last time i saw you was when you were soooo small! Like chi cha (lizard) like that!
You: Yah.. time certainly flies! (a terribly cliched phrase, but it seems to please the adults alot. A chorus of "Oh yeeesss.. of course.." would follow. Of course, you secretly remember that you've seen that relative only last year, and you've only grown like 2 cm. But it doesnt matter.)
Relative: So how are you now ah? Studying? University now right? (of course, they will NEVER remember your age)
You: No, actually im waiting for my NS, im going in next week. (this will keep them occupied for a bit. Their responses will vary, depending on which type of relative you're talking to:)
If relative is a Kancheong Aunty: Aiyoo! NS? So fast ah? Very dangerous know? Must take care of yourself ok? Important thing is to drink lots of water.. etc etc.
You: Ahhh.. Ahhh (i've found that this response is very effective. It can mean "i agree", "i understand" or "tsk tsk, how terrible") Dont worry aunty, I'll take care of myself!
If relative is a Forgetful Aunty/Uncle: Oh issit? Aiyo, now very tough ah? What school you studying in now? (they are sure to come up with a totally irrelevant phrase. It doesnt matter. Summarise what you're really doing again in as few words as possible, then make your excuses and head for the pineapple tarts. This will not seem rude, since they'd forget what you said soon after, and go on about how tough your school is now)
If relative is an Old Jolly Uncle/Talk Alot Uncle: Oh NS.. gonna become a man now yes? Got train or not? Must do some running, some push ups.. I remember in my time, the sargeant was very fierce!.. (this is the easiest of the lot. Let him tell you all about his old NS days, and punctuate the conversation with occasional "Ahhh.. ahhh.."s This will suffice.)
There! A suitable conversation to keep the auntys and uncles happy enough to keep talking while you munch through the new year goodies to relieve your boredom. Simply repeat the process with all those present. And best of all, it'll make them think that you're "such a good boy/girl" that they just might include a few extra bucks in their ang paos. Good yeah?
Disclaimer: This is in no way similar to conversations with MY relatives. I've tried this before at Christmas and they're smart people who saw through my tactics. So i suppose i'll have to come up with a new method.
Happy New Year everyone!
he rocked the party at 8:02 AM |
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
Before i start, would like to tell everyone that i'm okay. Have to apologize for the -ahem- emotionally strong last two posts, but the past two days have been quite an emotional rollercoaster for me. But its finally settled, everything talked through, and chien ling and i are back together again. :) Shall not provide any details of any drama-mama events, just that everything turned out fine in the end, and may have even been better for both of us.
So on girlfriend's request, i have decided to delete the last two posts, hope y'all understand! Would also prevent anymore misunderstandings from all you nice readers, which brings me to my next point:
I have just realised how fortunate i am. I said two posts ago that i "really needed a friend", and i didnt get a friend, i got plenty, with exactly the right words of concern, encouragement and cheer which i needed to hear. All day long, i'd been receiving "how're you doing?" calls and "are you okay?" sms-es, and they really made me feel special. Honestly. :) I suppose sometimes it takes just a trial like this for a guy to see who'd really stand by him, and i'm really blessed to have all of you. (oh no i sound so mushy!)
Thank you to Nolan, Hui, Sydney, Roxanne, Rosalind, Eugene, Georgi, Felicia, Lizzie, Michelle, Liangfu, and a mysterious friend who informed Miss Chong, for saying what i needed to hear at the time.
Kinda makes a guy feel lucky y'know? Hahah, firstly, at least i know that this blog has a heck of a large readership! (i should cut a deal with firms who want to advertise here doncha think? Can make a quick buck!) and secondly, i realised how much a luuuuuurrrvvvee y'all ya know? -grin-
Thank you once again for being there.. truly appreciate it!
"A friend walks in when the rest of the world walks out" -Unknown
"Friends are the Bacon Bits in the Salad Bowl of Life" -Pizza Place Sign
he rocked the party at 9:07 AM |
Thursday, January 15, 2004
What the heck IS it with emails nowadays anyway? 90% of the mails i get are nothing but spam and trash. Heck, i even miss the good ol' fashioned "if you dont forward this to 100 people in the next 5 mins a poor armless legless goatless African child will lose yet another goat" chain letters. At least they're funny when you read them.
No, i do not need free cable TV, i do not care if i won a lottery or a special prize (along with about 5000 other people), i am not lonely, i do not want to help you transfer 2 million dollars out of Nigeria, i do not want to see a banned CD, and most of all, i do not want to enlarge my penis!! (yes im quite happy with mine, thank you very much. Just ask all the pretty ladies.. just kidding.)
Bah. Isnt there some anti-spamming law in the US or something? If the FBI needs some evidence, just tell them to come look at my inbox.
he rocked the party at 8:15 AM |
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Dang, i wish i was a recruit at BMTC school 2. A trip down to our beloved Pulau Tekong today to send Eugene, Chia How, Isky (i hope he's in Whisky, or better still, Charlie. heh.) off to National Slavery truly impressed me. Here's why:
1. They have friggin' nice facilities. And i mean they are NICE. Really. Looks like a chalet or some ulu Holiday Inn or something.
2. Bunks are clean, fair-sized bed with a SPRING MATTRESS (heck, its better than MY bed) and a whole gigantic cupboard (which is taller than you) all to yourself!
3. A nice chill out Students' Centre-like place for every company. Air-conditioned, sofas, carrom, guitars, you know the drill. But we were discussing that they probably wont have much time to enjoy it anyway.
4. A damn funny Commanding Officer! He cant speak well for nuts (but neither can anyone on the whole island anyway) but he's such a gas. On explaining when the enlistees would be allowed to book out, he went "ah see? Arent you happy? If you're happy you should clap your hair! But you have no hair!!" Georgi sitting next to me was laughing like crazy.
5. Georgi was also laughing at their oath. "I, (state full name), NRIC number (state i/c number)..." Whenever they came to the parts in brackets, they all said different things and it somehow sounded hilarious. See what a funny place it is? Haha
6. Stupid lucky enlistees get let off on TUESDAY! Tuesday! And they have a holiday till Sunday evening!! Gosh that's like 5 days! sheesh, and they only have to stay in camp for like 6 days till they get let out: lucky asses. I've had boy scout camps which lasted longer than that. Grr.
7. Really a lot of SA people enlisting together. Eugene and Jaime are buddies! Gosh how lucky can they get? And Chia How and Eziekel are in the same section too. Dang, if we're gonna suffer, i cant think of a better bunch of people to suffer with other than your very own fellow Saints. (Ok, so it'll also be cool to suffer with Denise Richards, Fiona Xie, J Lo.. but that's not the point)
8. Food's pretty good. Not exactly Star Cruise, but its edible. (for the "showpiece meal" today for visitors, we had fish and chips and rice, with ice cream. Gosh. And cranberry juice.)
9. Sleeping hours are pretty decent.. 10.30 to 5.45. With such a comfy bed too. -sigh-
Dammit la, Hendon Camp is such a dump. Hope i pass my Pilot test. The lady was hinting that if i do well they could possibly "get me out". Hope hope!
My test's this Saturday at 8.15. Heard its a killer. Stress sia.
he rocked the party at 8:39 AM |
Sunday, January 11, 2004
Ok hands up: How many of you (guys i mean, lem you're not counted) have been training seriously this holidays for NS? By seriously i mean running, going to the gym, swimming, etc for a sustained period of time. None right? none right? Please say none, it'll be a great comfort. With a whole bunch of people going into NS tomorrow, i know lots of friends who feel they're either 1)too fat, 2)havent been training enough, or 3)too fat and havent been training enough. And what a scary thought it is: to be imprisoned inside that shithole and actually forced to push yourself. And plus if you want to be an Officer, you'd have to push yourself even harder just to rise above everyone else. And you'd have to do it alone, no breaks allowed. At the end of a hard day's training, there's no mother/girlfriend/warm bed/instant noodles/slow shower/good sleep to help you recover.
The true makings of a reality TV series indeed! Survivor:Tekong. OK maybe for me its Survivor: Hendon Camp, which is harder cause its like taking all the winners from Survivor:Tekong and putting them together to compete y'know? Sorta like that Survivor All Stars show coming up soon. Scary sia. I wish i'd been posted to normal BMT. Would be a great comfort to know that you'd be competing against normal people who didnt spend all their lives training for this.
Just came from a run at Yio Chu Kang Stadium just now (if y'all are curious, i've been going to the gym on alternate days and running/swimming on the others, except for sunday which is my slack day. Or at least, i've been trying to. May have skipped a few days. Ok maybe more than a few. Ok im a slacker.) There were these three bughedils running their 2.4 there. Action sia they all, running with their shirts off and all. And they had nice bodies too. Grr. Was so irritated i pushed myself to overtake two of them, couldnt overtake the front guy tho. Mr muscles was like 200 m ahead of me. And i was dead tired after that. See the kind of guys i have to compete with? Gosh i hope they're enlisted into police or something. (My theory is that they're waiting for enlistment since no other young teenage guys would be as free as me to run in the morning.) Hope Mr Muscles isnt a commando, maybe he's in NDU or something, he'd sure piss Nolan off. Hahaha!
Whatever. I have slightly more than 2 weeks. I sure hope i'd be prepared by then. Gulp. To all those going in tomorrow, good luck! Dont worry, there's sure to be normal people there, sure to be a few whose ass you can kick. Army isnt that tough. I'll see you soon!
he rocked the party at 7:01 PM |
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Can someone tell me whether the Blair Witch Project is a true story? I read the book with a whole bunch of evidence eg interviews, transcripts, photographs, newspaper articles on it today at the Esplanade Library. Friggin' creepy stuff. Sure hope i dont have to go anywhere near there for NS.
On a nice side, the Esplanade is sure as heck a nice place to spend a romantic evening. Cool breeze, jazzy mellow music, glittering lights from a dazzling skyline, soft lighting, dark and comfy spaces, not to mention the hoardes of couples sucking each other's lungs at the rooftop terrace (no, not us, we're smart enough to do it in private. Hahah! No no that was just a piece of scandalous writing and should not be taken seriously)
But it IS a beautiful place at night, nevertheless. Boyfriends, need someplace to take your gal? This is the place to be bruddas! 'Course, please dont all you go there at the same time: Isky and I were talking rubbish on the rooftop terrace yesterday when we bumped into Our Good Friend and His Girlfriend (not named to protect their identity). Thankfully, Good Friend and His Girlfriend are decent people and were just there to enjoy the music. So see? Hanky-panky on your mind or not, the esplanade is the best place to be at night. (plus, if you're a single chee-ko-peh, plenty of sggirls.com photo oppotunities available there as well, just as long as you dont take my picture or i'll impale you on a durian spike)
Hmm. Tomorrow there's a council farewell steamboat for people going to NS on the 13th. Sob. So sad, wont be seeing them much anymore. Ah NS, exciting, yet so sad at the same time. Good luck to all those going!
Remember to bring your toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, thick black framed plastic glasses (if you need them. I heard that you can only wear this kind of specs in the army. Is that true?), towel, lots of undies (briefs, preferably), slippers (not sandles) for bathroom trips, handphone batteries (since you cant charge handphones), FHM magazines to suck up to your friends and superiors (i just purchased my Janurary copy: includes a calendar and a planner!), and just in case your hair grows fast, shampoo.
There: all prepared to serve the nation. Two and a half years of National Slavery, here we come!
(oh btw, im going in on the 28th of Jan, in case any of you have forgotten. Heh. Interested in coming for my oath taking ceremony? Its at Hendon Camp at Changi so you dont have to travel all the way to Tekong, plus you'll get to see all the cute commandos like me. Drop me a message!)
he rocked the party at 8:42 AM |
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Bleargh. Went back to SA's orientation finale last night. Was nice, good meeting all e 25th councillors again.. happy happy!
but i dont feel like writing about it. Have that "sian" feeling now. Maybe later ya.
oh yeah, get this: i got an A for my CCA record. Muhahaha! I think im such a cheaterbug. They actually gave me 3 points representation for some dumb econs quiz where i spent an hour scribbing answers i dont know. Oh well, guess SA's more generous than i thought.
Yep, and like what Hui said, is it me, or are all the image hosting services suddenly conspiring to not allow external linkages? Cause all my blog photos dont show, and i can see eugene's blog photos either. Hmmmmmmmmmm.. what bastards, those image hosting people, bet their trying to get everyone to pay to use them.
Shall try to get my cruise pics up soon as soon as i steal them from Rox and Eugene, so hold on to your horses! (Neeeiigghhh!)
he rocked the party at 7:01 PM |
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Its official: the best way to spend a holiday is aboard luxury liner superstar virgo with 8 other bestest council friends. 4 days of sun, sand, laughter, water, fantastic (and gobblilicious) food, and good ol fashioned fun. And just like how we toasted to everything under the sun during the gala dinner at Bella Vista (with two excellent red and white wines, i must add), i have a few toasts to offer myself:
Cheers to:
-Sunny afternoons jumping into a freezing pool and wincing as we sink into a piping hot jacuzzi.
-Stealing oily, fatty, but wonderfully tasty BBQ food.
-Trash talk in our cabins
-Sweating out in a gym whose weights seem unnaturally heavy and unshyingly posing sleeveless infront of a mirror.
-Late disco nights bugging the DJ to change from techno to R&B.
-The same irritating song playing in our cabins, along the corridors, in the restaurants, and in the pool, 24 hours a day for 4 days straight. "Too tooot too tooooot.."
-To the sunny shores of Langkawi and Phuket, with their diverse wildlife (we found an octopus!! And a crab!! and worms!! and no rubbish!) and their topless revellers (all fat and aunty-ish, unfortunately)
-To the crazed shopping spree, thanks to the girls, dashing from store to store to meet the one hour deadline.
-To being the absolute last in everything we do, from boarding the tour bus, to catching the absolutely last boat, to making 3 tour buses wait impatiently for us, to gorging ourselves at the Gala dinner till we were told to leave cause the staff had to prepare for the next dinner, to squeezing the last drop of our money by refusing to disembark till they announced "please leave the boat" three times.
-To newfound RJ friends: Jamie, Xue Ying, Zhu, Fabien, Jansen, Li Jun (is that how you spell it?) With friendship formed in a sweaty basketball match (sorry we hurt your toe jansen), and on the dancefloor of the Galaxy of the Stars. And not to forget Claudia, whose father shares my name!
-To needlessly throwing money away at the casino, from tempting $1 machines to addictive jackpot machines. Stupid casinos, now i know why they're all so damn rich.
-To learning how to gamble at the majong table (i only lost 50 cents k, not bad for a first timer!)
-To stupid arcade sessions playing inane guitar games, 6-step DDR, tiring Point Blank, and a bloody disappointing Time Crisis 2 (cant believe fu and i died at the last boss, never happened to us before. Grr)
-To late night sinful supper munches at the buffet table, i swear i've gained 4 kg.
-To the MATRIX REVOLUTIONS, i finally got to watch it! Tho it was a tad disappointing compared to the first two.
-To kuansian and his bartender bottle throwing skills, sometimes done in, ahem, revealing situations.
-To kuansian and his hilarious Thai accent, ever heard someone say "F*** you" in a thai accent before? Just ask him.
-To amazingly beautiful sunsets, and debates on why the sun is on the wrong side of the ship and whether the sun gets swallowed by the sea or not.
-To the fantastic Star Cruise staff, for replacing my (supposed) lost card with another with no extra charge, to the extremely polite waitresses (we met a lovely Fillipino waitress named Magarita, she's so cute! Roxanne fell in love with her), to quirky tour guides, one with a funny accent, and the other who's a transvestite.
-To the best bunch of friends in the world, the 25th Student Council, especially us, the Fellowship of the Cruise: Nolan, Eugene, Kuansian, Liangfu, Allan, Jennifer, Roxanne and Fiona. I'll always cherish the memories.
Cheers, everyone!
he rocked the party at 8:14 PM |
Saturday, January 03, 2004
Yeppity yep, excuse the rushed, kancheong nature of this post. In about 4 hours i shall be onboard the superstar virgo with Nolan, Eugene, Kuansian, Liangfu, Allan, Jennifer, Fiona and Roxanne! Hooray! :) No kiasu parents and bratty kids to worry about either, cause its the off-peak season. Yup. And i just started packing about 20 mins ago, and i have to leave for church in like 300 seconds. Which means im pretty screwed. I'll just dump everything into my bag and hope its enough to last four days.
Oh to those who helped me in the last post, namely joanne and josh (i think its you josh) thanks lots! I'll try them out as soon as i get back.
Dont have too much fun without me! The fabled warrior lionel shalt return when the skies darken on the 4th day.. and he'll be back for orientation finale as well. So seeya then!
he rocked the party at 4:47 PM |
Friday, January 02, 2004
Something's wrong with both my boomspeed and angelfire accounts, so i cant seem to host any images nor link them, which is why you cant see any images in e last post. So sorry, i shall try to fix it soon.
In the meantime, anyone know of any free image hosting services i can use? I'll need to be able to link to the images as well so that i can place them on this blog too.. ive tried boomspeed, angelfire, yahoo and imagevillage. All dont work! Grr..
he rocked the party at 9:32 AM |
Thursday, January 01, 2004
Heck, not me baby! A lovely New Year's Eve/Day spent at Eugene's house turned out to be more entertaining than most other New Year's Countdowns of previous years (save the Millennium one of course.. was right infront of the stage for that one) Once again, the wonders of the 25th STUDENT COUNCIL never fail to amaze me. Want a new year's celebrations filled with fellowship, warmth, laughter and cameraderie? and I cant think of a better group of people to spend it with.
The night kicked out great from the start, from yummy food (yes, even Lauren's potatoes looked and tasted like potatoes! Cant say the same for her brownies tho.. haha! Just kidding!! They were delicious!), noisy poke-fun chats infront of Bicenntenal Man and Fear Factor, breezy laid-back conversations on wooden chairs outside, Eugene's wonderfully handsome and friendly dog CODY (now i know why eugene's so in love with him, even tho he has only one ball and an extra toe. But i repeat, his extra toe ISNT his ball. Oh, and im talking about cody, not eugene. Heh.)
Especially memorable was our re-enactment of the Lord of the Rings Battle at Mordor using Eugene's toy soldiers (the men of Gondor), his planes (the orcs), John Smith figurine (Aragorn), a white plane (Gandalf), Robocop on a motorcycle (Frodo and Sam: "I may not be able to carry the Ring, but I CAN carry you!"), a white plastic loop (the Eye), a green monster thing (Gollum), a pair of bedroom slippers (Mount Doom), and eugene's ring (the One Ring la! What else?) Check out the picture!
And yes, of course, we did have the honour of catching a tiny glimpse of the first sunlight of 2004.. Pic would have turned out better if it werent for the stupid clouds, but here it is anyway..
Happy New Year everyone. :) Let's hope this'll be a good one!
he rocked the party at 8:32 AM |
