my sentry post. perfect demonstration of youth wastage 

been a long time sinced i blogged. so much i wanted to blog but forgot, no worries though probably more bitching and swearing about the army.

went clubbing last night with chua and some other army comrades. had a few drinks, too many guys there yesterday. spent quite little probably because entry was free. i also took my ippt test yesterday, think i missed the required timing by 3 or 4 seconds shucks. then our csm took us to the spec mess, had quite a bit of fun.

just watched band of brothers from disc one to three. quite touching i dunno why, maybe i'm too sleepy now. i also just realised that pressing delete then control or alternate doesn't work. you must press it in the order of control or alternate than delete.

recently caught the initial-d anime fever. happened to chance upon a hot cars and imports magazine at the same time. i so so so want to be a car mechanic. everybody wants to be the cool person behind the steering wheel doing all the power drifts. i want to be the guy fixing up all the parts, doing the off-road tests, adjusting the suspension, using the laptop to configure the best engine and gear tunings for the race, choosing the best wheels, i'm always the back stage guy.

guess i enjoy playing dota because it's about team work and i'm like the mechanic there providing the support. i'm not the guy chalking up the most kills, but i will be around and about making sure you do your owning and pushing.

i'm too lazy to piece up my ps2. so now i'd rather go run and train up then laze around at home.

well done.

fyi: i am marching in national day parade. if you want to catch me on tv, glue your eyes to the screen especially when the commando(red beret) contingent marches in. i'll be in the front file when the contingent marches into the padang. along the file of 6 man i am the forth from the left or third from the right. maybe the camera won't even get a shot on me so just too bad. that's all. just feel like saying this because i didn't tell much people about this.

kena lectured by pa then ma on the way to camp. ten minutes alone with your parents could be so agonizing. i'm starting to wonder if they set this lecture thing up like a trap, maybe i should make my way to camp by myself. of course i learnt a few things from the lecturing, to sit through the whole thing and be nonchalant would be suicide.

i remember seeing some quote from nala's file back in jc. some well-known american female olympic gold medalist, whasername, she said something like this:

I would like to thank a few groups of people for this gold medal. firstly, the people that looked down on me, you gave me motivation to train every single day. secondly, the people who said i wan't going to make it, you made me want to prove you wrong and i did it. etc.

powerful words. i always wanted to be like that. to prove some fucker wrong. to ride over his/her head in social hierarchy. to have absolute power in financial terms. guess it's not going to happen according to pa. lose faith and half the battle is gone. i feel the whole war is gone.

powerful combination. read ben elton's past mortem. then i watched bang bang you're dead. although it was quite a low budget movie(i think), it had a pretty good presentation and plot. i was quite inspired so i wrote lyrics for a song about bullying and school violence. which reminded me that a few nights ago i had insomnia and woke up 2am to walk around, sit up in my bed and write lyrics.

http://www.bangbangyouredead.com/ check it out if you could. it's the original play that inspired the movie.

just realised this past few days that i'm into emo music. that makes me such an average joe. maybe it has to do with my mood nowadays and how i feel.

"off off off. whole day want to claim off. huh you all ndp people always go for off." before you continue. how about the saturdays you comfortably sit your fat arse at home or went out and enjoyed yourself. have you wondered what the ndp guys were doing? for 2 and a half fucking months? i-don't-want-to-mention-your-name simply flushed our offs down the toilet bowl and took mc and stayed out by himself. everytime i blog without fail i always have to bitch about somebody. like i said. how old are you already? have you not developed brains through this two decades? for every decision made, there are aftermaths, of all people you-with-3-stripes-across-your-arms should know better than us lowly ranked shit workers.

SIB came again to investigate. they now suspect that maurice has an accomplice. hah more shit. let this company fall under the name of he-who-tried-to-charge-me-but-failed-miserably-and-is-now-the-figure-of-hate-throughout-the-whole-company. i don't ask for much, hell i don't even ask. but please let all bastards suffer what they deserve.

i wish i could store up all my hatred and not let it go. unlike intermitten love, hate is so real. hate can be translated to anger then to violence. then i can imbue the hate into a weapon and slaughter those who so so so offend me upon those many occasions i forgive them again and again. why do i forgive people? why should i forgive people?

then again i have bad memory.

was just talking to chua about learning music theory. what should a person's mindset and behaviour be like during the learning process. one thing i learn from being in the education in singapore for 18 years was to be humble. maybe it's time to pay more attention to the wise sayings of sun. that chinese fella, sorta like a prophet with all his knowledge. taught his disciples how to learn, and that's all they needed. how amazing all this small stuff that i always take for granted seem so far from me suddenly.




upon one of the rare occasions i checked out friendster, i happened to check out my horoscope. this is what it said:

Are you eating that because you're hungry, or are you noshing simply because it's a good way to distract yourself from what's really going on? Food should be appreciated, but it shouldn't be used as a way to avoid emotions or to deal with feelings you'd rather not be having. Rather than picking up a doughnut, why not ask yourself what it is you're scared of facing? Not only will you feel much better, but your physical and emotional health will benefit at the same time.

how very true, went out with chua and bao to eat jap buffet at ikoi restaurant. didn't really feel like going in the first place. just wanted to go out and have some fresh air.


something very interesting happened when the 4th coy guys went to indonesia to do an exchange exercise with the kopassus(indonesian commandos). on their R&R(rest and recreation), a motorcade of 4 drunk policemen on bikes swerved and scratched the tour bus. obviously unhappy with trading paint, one of the policemen drew his pistol and knocked on the door of the bus. judging that the bus was full of chinese fellas, he reasoned that this must be some pussy wussy tourist bus. he was proven wrong soon as the one bus worth of kopassus(spreaded over two busses) unloaded and(not all just one fellow) beat the shit out of him. i really applaud the dumb-ass foolishness and steoreotypical mindset that chinese are wusses. seeing blood flowing profusely all over the tar, the 2nd policemen also drew his pistol only to get shoved at, despite having point blank advantage, and have his arms twisted behind him. all it took was one solid uppercut to his left, the 2nd sucker was out cold and dragged away by the remaining 2. some people never learn, the moment the 3rd loser unholstered his pistol, one kopassus took it away and confiscated it. after some cooling down, the kopassus are willing to call it a truce if the policemen agree not to create anymore troulbe. dumb-ass policemen fired 3 shots as soon as he got his pistol back. one towards the helpless singaporean commandos in the bus, one at one of the indonesian counterpart's lieutenant's wrist. and the last shot in the sky, probably because of recoil i think. straight away the kopassus beat the living(literally) hell out of the last 2.

after the entire incident, old man went to ask how the kopassus had the balls to shove the fella although he held the pistol at his guts. here's what he said, "pistol is cowboy. cowboy. me not scared. i aceh*starts mimicking himself having rounds flying all aroung him but missing him*. i not scared cowboy. not scared."

conclusion? never try to pick on somebody just because you judge a book by its cover.

then i thought.. what if war broke out? all the same old shit about singapore only being a deterrent force without actual war capabilities. but sometimes i really hope a war would be waged. i would like to feel the adrenaline, but sadly if a war was to be happened i would probably die before i even get to see my foe. i would like to be in a firefight. i must be mad.

played dota. quite fun. but didnt play with any human opponents.