School Of Infantry Specialists

You know how I had a problem with my previous platoon cuz the other sections were almost always late? Now, Im like the last to do shit! Haha! My current platoon seriously quite garang sia. They all know what to do but then I like standing there wondering wtf is going on. But at least the people there friendly, or else mati-susu.

Then my buddy is like same age as me, but hes gonna get married on January next year. Its quite surprising, obviously, cuz not many young peeps settle for the big thing that early. But from what Ive seen these past few days, hes always on the ball. And his level of responsibility is quite high up there.

And no, its not a shotgun.

But shiok man, the toilet got place to put the fucking soap. Not like last time must put on the floor. But kanina, I dio toilet IC. Fucking IC some more. Must jio people come clean toilet with me cheebye. Then the other section the toilet cleaner all half fuck one all dont wanna clean the shit in the end I have to scrub the shit. I recruit that time no need clean shit then why cheebye I promote already need to clean shit and need to ask people nicely "hi can you clean this shit for me"

fuck man.

Im Not A Private. Im A Specialist Cadet Trainee *winces*

http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/398113/1/.html

I spent hours rehearsing for the parade to get a puny and irritating badge and they didnt even use the photo they took at the parade.

Not to mention the school sarge major said thered be a lot of people and the turnout was like, only 10 people.

Sissy Pecks

So Ive made it into the School of Infantry Specialists. Hmm. I was actually secretly hoping to get into Sembawang Naval Base cuz I can fucking ride my bike there, and navy is like, slack life man.

I kinda pity those OCS people. I doubt they know what theyve gotten themselves into. But hey, thats their path in life, and whatever they believe in life has chosen that path for them for some reason. I just hope they dont break anything inside there hahaha!

Vaudevillian Catastrophe

You know, I notice lately channel 8s actors have been getting suckier. That is, in terms of their acting. Thats entirely expected, seeing as how our new actors are chosen based on "talent" shows, where the talent is as scarce as clothes on a whore. You know, in the great West, there are acting schools, drama schools ... the works. Does Laseille do drama? Im not too sure, but maybe they should if they arnt.

The shows too have gotten crummier, cliched and utterly cringe-worthy. The one at 9 now, the little nonya shit, is one example of everything Im talking about. Just see how unnatural their movements are when combined with their speech. Try to imagine yourself doing exactly what theyre doing, and see if youd act (pardon the pun) like they do on tv.

Weird, how when I used to watch these shows for umpteen years but didnt notice anything. I cant say myself what opened my mind and saved me from this broadcasted torment, but thank God it happened when it happened.

So the dearest and I were talking, as usual, and one topic came up (it commonly does). It was how I was an obnoxious prat back in my first few years of poly. If I could chronosphere myself back in time I would probably bitchslap myself like I want to do to so many people in the army.

Of course, I still am an asshole, but at least now I do it consciously, and because I think everybody is stupid (which, not surprisingly, as statistics show, is true[thats a lot of commas])

And one of the weird things I notice is that I embody quite a few of the traits of the typical Scorpio. That is, the more asshole side of it ^^ I think the world revolves around me, and it really does. But then again, the world revolves around each and every one of us. Even if you devote your life to helping others, it still revolves around how you make the world a better place.

That's food for thought for you.

So today I was flipping my cabbage around on my plate cuz I wasnt feeling that hungry, and the visage of some people I know came up in my head, admonishing me to stop playing with my food cuz I had to respect my food.

Then I started thinking, why is it that these same people dont seem to show the same "respect" for water that they do for food? I mean, you dont see them whining about wasting water or playing with water when theyre in the shower. I mean, water could be considered a more valuable resource since you can live longer without food then you can without water.

And because my mom was yapping noisily on the phone at that moment, my train of thought suddenly took a different path. I thought of some pai kias I knew a few years back that had this moral guideline where they didnt allow other people to insult their mothers. They call this the "Dont Play Mother" commandment; some of you may have heard of it.

So whats up with this decree they place upon themselves? You mean after 16 or so years of being a parasite on your household, a societal scourge and treating your mom like dirt, you suddenly decide or realise that shes worth so much more? Or is it just an excuse to find trouble with people? Or, Heaven forbid, you want to play the trapped hero who does bad things but actually is a filial son with a heart of gold as a seductive facade for a girl whos stupid enough to think youre worth saving?

Why do we fabricate these moral rules?

I thought about this for a while more, but I couldnt find a satisfactory answer.

So then, in order to solve my cognitive conundrum, I concluded that what I was thinking about made little connection and sense, so I ate that piece of cabbage.

I am painfully aware of the lack of pictures here. But without my camera phone , what to do?

After every downpour is a rainbow.

At the end of every tunnel is a light.

When youre in it, it seems endless. But once youre out of it, everythings different. You may even smile.

But you know that already, dont you?

Both of you.

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Priceless

Well, Im glad I finally mustered up the discipline to get my fat ass off from playing red alert 3 to go run. Its interesting how I can now run distances that would once make me pant like a fucking dog.

As for red alert 3, well, lets just say that certain elements of the game require some insane micro. Especially since their interface and controls were not designed for micro. Say you have 5 cryo-copters and 5 enemy tanks. Youd have to click-F-click for 1 target, then click-F-click for the next for like 5 times.This is totally not something that you want to do, or that can be done effectively in large scale battles.

What Im also not used to is that the game forces you to use air units, like how an airfield is a prereq for your tech building for higher tier units. It makes me miss how I could have my tri-hero nuke and ghouls and thatd be all it took to win back in my wc3 days.

Then I hear how my noobie friends, or acquaintances, say that this faction is good for air, this for sea and such. But I think this is bullshit since good micro owns everything, and since every faction has their equivalent or what another faction has.

I think RA3 has a lot of potential as a competitive game, but there seriously needs to be more people playing it online cuz I had to spend 2 minutes looking for 1 ranked 1v1 game. Its a huge difference from the 10 seconds in b.net.

Cryocopter freezing a dreadnought.

If You Dont Already Know...

Smoking ban has been extended!

http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_313537.html

About damn time....

Theres A Hole In The Bucket, Oh Wait, I Meant Pocket...

Going to town is always a harrowing experience, especially on dates cuz the money just flies away so quickly. Oh well, spend it like you have it I guess.

Lunch was at canele, with some wholegrain chicken pasta, which was passable. Dear had lemon salmon, but I thought the lemon didnt really blend with the salmon. But their scrambled eggs were the best I have ever eaten. It really does melt in your mouth, and Ive never had eggs do that to me before ;p

Then followed Twilight, which I think was a movie I would have appreciated much more if I had read the book. But thing is, would I read any book if I already know the story through a movie? Hmm... that leaves some room for thought.

Man this video was awesome! Its 18 minutes long, but it shows us and gives us so much insight on the differences of human morality.

And to think, I watched this just after posting that I wanna slap people for not having my views!

WARNING: Watch only if you are an intellectual or interested in psychology. Otherwise itd be really boring for you.

I Want It All

The two alphabets on everyones lips is GP (graduation parade). But I cant stand it. I cant stand parades. They are just that. A parade. A show. And SAF tries to make it seem like its all about us.

"Its for your loved ones."
"Do this for yourself."

But what its really about is brainwashing our parents into thinking how awesome NS is to have turned us from this to that, how theyve turned unruly kids into a fighting force in 3 months and ease their worries about their children NS so that they dont have to worry bout their kids for 2 years.

Yes, let them see how we do our infantry roar with such gusto that they think we enjoy doing this. Let them see how great SAF must be to make us go through this facade with such jubilation.

And some of my friends are actually proud to have their parents come. I respect that, but sometimes I feel like slapping them cuz they dont see it. Or maybe they do, but couldnt care less.

*****

Hold on my dearest, the end is near.

Death And Disaster

So some singaporean got her ass handed to her in India by militants, cuz she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I cant help but wonder, like I did with Princess D when I was a kid, "So What?"

Its like a huge majority of singaporeans are so devastated that they troll the forums dishing out messages of condolences. Maybe theyre just pretending... I dunno.

Why is it that a single persons death can send the hearts of people spiraling into such ostensible sadness, when dozens of other people are still dying of starvation and disease every second dont even get 5 seconds of our thoughts? Maybe its the circumstance of the death huh. If a thousand people die of aids, hey its no big deal, its been happening for so long, and they probably deserved to die anyway. But if you were the ONLY SINGAPOREAN to get killed by TERRORISTS, then thats a different story! How many people have the honour to get fragged by them? w00t!

Or maybe stalin was right. One persons death really can be made out to look like the end of the world. Look at jeebus haha! But what about the poor old woman who breathes her last breathe all alone, uncared for, in the silence of the four walls surrounding her? Is that not a tragedy? Or is it just cuz theres no media coverage for her that we allow the knowledge of her death to slowly slink away into memorial oblivion?

So really, at the end of the day, so what?

Purple Dinosaur

I did my NAPFA (IPPT) test with a cough and a running nose and was 13 seconds short of a silver still. This, coming 3 months after I used to run 2.4km with a 15 minute timing.

You may bow to me if you wish. =D

I couldnt wait to get my soya bean milk when I booked out, and the chinese speaking counter woman asked me if I would like some pain cakes to go along with my drink and I said no I wouldnt like any pain cakes.

*****

Went to hudas bday party last week, which was extravagantly done, and even that in itself is an understatement. There were so many people there that it felt like I was gatecrashing a strangers' party. Not that I mind, because I love observing people; theyre like rats in a cage sometimes.

A few of the people I expected to come didnt make it, and because I think a lot about everything, I started thinking that, what if, at the end of the day you are just a passing phase in someones life?

Like, you come into my life for 6/4/3 years while I study, and after Ive achieved that qualification, or whatever else may be the case, I leave and there you go too. All we see of each other thereafter is our MSN nicks.

Who do you know is really there for you? Who has etched your face on the walls of his/her heart?

No, Im not trying to say anything, point fingers at anyone or whatever your minuscule mind can conceive. Im what-iffing, which happens to be one of my hobbies. ^^

So, what if?

Goodbye. No Really, GOOD-BYE

I just finished my situational test, screwing up just enough to make the cut into the specialist course, or at least thats what I think. And thatll be the last Ill see of the jungle in hopefully a month at least. Itll also be the last I see of my platoon; good riddance to most of the people there, and especially good riddance to NK (for being a crybaby and taking credit for things he didnt do, which he apparently has been doing since time immemorial) , RPH (for being the most irritating little rat Ive ever come across) , VCE (for his naivete in thinking hes above the rules, and being a wayang babi) , MK (for his inability to shut up and for constantly thinking out loud as though people actually cared) and RJ (for repeating what everyone says at least once, and being the person with the lowest EQ Ive ever met).

Hmm.

Very soon this tiny sub-chapter of my life will pass, and another will begin just as quickly as this one started.

A Curse Upon You

Damn that stupid malay man always goes into the lift with his cigarette and stinks the lift up I have to hold my breath for 5 floors.

Ive been waiting about a year for him to get lung cancer, but hes such a bitch he doesnt wanna lie down and die.

Dammit.

Field Camp

Is inhuman. I cant remember how many times me and my buddy would look at each other with a blank stare in our eyes and say, "This is inhuman, buddy."

And it really is. Away from all your creature comforts, you are stripped to the very person that you are. Theres no pretending to be someone else, because youre trying so hard to stay alive, why bother to care what others think of you?

Its raining now. Oh God, the rain. It rained every single fucking day that we were in that godforsaken jungle. Sometimes it even rained 3 times a day. Then they make you stand in the rain till youre soaked to the bone, and when the rain stops, they make you lie down on the mud to soak up the shit with your underwear.

Have you ever done sit ups on a gravel paved road after the rain?

How about without your shirt on?

Now with all that filth clinging on to you like pestilential glue, you go to sleep. You throw a mat over the forest floor and sleep on top of the mud, together with ants, grasshoppers and the rest of the myriad of flora and fauna of the jungle.

The mat doesnt make much of a difference though, since the mud somehow leaks onto the sheet anyway. And as the night grows more and more frigid, you place your face on your muddy sleeve, the cleanest pillow you have. You fall asleep, but the bliss doesnt last long. The glacial temperatures wake you up in the middle of the night, and you peer into an abyss of darkness, feeling all alone. Then after an eternity shivering, you realise that, it is because you ARE alone.

Your futile attempts to ignore your piss smelling uniform and the cold finally bear fruit when you fall asleep, only to be awoken one hour later to go through the same vicious cycle of agony. When dawn finally breaks, theres still no sun to brighten up the place. Your every move brings you to new heights of pain as your skin makes contact with your icy clothes, like its stabbing you.

This is the longest night in your life.

And Ive had five of those nights.

Heh.

I think I saw the sarge major at sun plaza! Omg he lives in sembawang! Next time must behave even when Im near my house. Basket.

Field camps coming up soon, and Ill have to live in the wilderness with some of the most annoying people ever created. Its not that theyre stupid, most of them are actually pretty clever when it comes to studying and all that jazz, its just that when it comes to being street-smart and just going about their lives in general, they can be really retarded.

And then theres also my fear of falling sick. Thats got to be like, my biggest fear. Oh wells...

Of Grenades And The Lost

The past week wasnt that bad, honestly. I met up with a few friends, and one very special person. Its always emotionally soothing when you find that someone youd once give the world for is still alive and well. And youd know that the things Ive said before, again and again still stands. That is, Im STILL here for you. Im only a call away.

And not forgetting catching up with yet another special person to tie up some loose ends. Hah, I somehow always find it amusing that the people I give a shit about are usually surprised to find that I do in fact care, and would actually show that I did! Hahaha!

*****

Live grenade throwing was fun! From the training shed 100 meters away, when we heard the first grenade go off, it was like ,"Omg are they throwing grenades or fucking nukes?"

I swear, the explosion is like the deep growl of an angry god. Its no where like in counterstrike, with big flames and fire and bullshit, but much more like in tom clancys Rainbow Six, where theres a sharp crack like lightning followed by the reverberation of the thunder throughout the forested area.

It has to be the biggest pity that there was no blind (a sorta dud grenade that didnt explode) cuz if there was the boom-boom specialists would take out C4 to blow the blind up.

And that would have been an even bigger boom.

Damn.

You have no idea how painful it is to watch this super volatile market, brimming with opportunities, slip by all because you know you cant get market updates for 5 days (at least) in a row.

Its like taking hundred dollar notes and throwing it out of the window.

One.

By.

One.

What Ails You My Friend?

Breathing tekong air is like breathing sewer air, where every inhalation is plagued with billions of microscopic pieces of shit that make you cough and puke.

Maybe youve heard stories of friends saying they were afflicted by fevers in camp that miraculously cured themselves the moment they booked out of that shit pit, attributing the salve to be the bookout itself.

No, ladies and gentlemen, its the fucking air, the water and the soil thats defiled with death.

Bloody hell.

Doctor Doom

After like, 7 weeks in the army I took my virgin trip to the Medical Center. It was nice to see the medics had absolutely no sense of hygiene and the prevalence of nosocomial infections was off the charts cuz all the sick recruits were made to squeeze together nice and tight. This showed that everything was right in the SAF.

It also brightened my heart to find out that we employ superbly skilled doctors to cure our sickly soldiers. They can not only prescribe wart cream for a fever, they can also diagnose your illness within the space of 15 seconds with incredible inaccuracy!

With such adept practitioners of medicine working with us, I have full confidence that not only will the recent spate of deaths in the army continue, it will also bounce up jubilantly to new highs!

Thank you MINDEF! Thank you SAF!

Annoyance

One of the saddest things these days is that I cannot think of anything other then the army to write about. Pity Im not one of those authors/people who can think of their little "escape-realms" or come up with worlds with which to run away from their problems (think Bridge To Terabithia).

A common thing you hear morons (girls mostly) yakking about is that serving NS turns you into a man, and that the whole NS jazz is a good idea because of that. Id bet my life half of them dont know what being a man entails. Probably if the subject matter starts smiling less, talking less, looks serious more often and develops a deeper voice, he'd fit the bill.

Yeah, they can talk all the shit they want about how it helps us (because somehow they are fit to judge whats good for us), but at the end of the day, they dont go through what we go through, so all the shit they talk about will remain as that: Shit.

One can hardly condemn them for not understanding, because after all, all they hear are anecdotes and rumours. But one cannot help but chide them for judging what they dont understand.

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Two words: Live Firing.

Thats the most bloody fun thing Ive done in a while. I wouldnt say its exciting cuz its not exactly heart thumping action, but rather, is something like the concentration of archery and the bang of air rifle.

I have people telling me how they hate going to the range cuz that means cleaning the rifle later. But cleaning the rifle is cleaning the rifle, and shooting is shooting. Its just the aftermath of shooting that sucks. Its just like sex. You like the sex, but you hate the pregnancy afterwards.

But I gotta admit, I really abhor the procedures and cock shit SAF makes us go through. I hate every moment up till I hear "Firers, hundred meters, snap target, watch..... your..... front."

Then Time slows to a crawl and I can hear the exhalations of my breath. The edges of the target sharpen out like a razor, and my heartbeat slows despite the instinctive urge to rush. I feel the cold and unfeeling touch of my trigger against my finger. And yet, and yet this ebony weapon of death doesnt feel as so. It seems to meld into me, and as I look through the crosshairs of the scope, I wonder if Im looking through my own eyes.

Its there, right where I want it to be. Gently, as lovers do, I squeeze Her.

And the world shakes for our orgasmic cries reverberate throughout for miles on.

Heh, and thats only one shot.

=D

Small Island

At long last Ive gotten a new computer to dance the dance of life with me, although it comes as no surprise that Murphys Law has decreed that I not have a windows installation disc with me.

On another note, the size of Singapore is beginning to show itself, in a sense that, Im starting to see how small it really is. I have a bunk mate (wei hong) who knows a secondary school friend (pei tian), and a secondary school friend (choon hoe) whos a bunk mate with a poly friend's boyfriend (Mich's Terrence).

Anyway, I have spent 1 month in the army now and counting. I can handle everything they throw at me easy peasy, but my bane, my Achilles heel, has got to be the fucking road/route marches. Thats where you don like, 20kilos worth of shit and walk for a few eternities, for those of you not in the know.

Its like, Im not exactly the Hulk, and I know that. Strapping half my weight to my back and walking uphill and uphill aint exactly my idea of fun. And dont even talk about the bloody helmet. Its so agonizingly hot and claustrophobic inside there, it kills a billion of my brain cells and I become a little stupider after each road march. I think at the end of this whole stint, Id start talking in malay.

Oh well, the PS3 calls now. Gotta run!

PS: Dearest, if you read this check your email.

Max Payne!

Man I come back from camp after 3 days and my computer is already breaking down. I think its long been past the time to get a new one. Any one wanna go make one for me? Ill pay you ^^

Anyway I cant wait for the new Max Payne movie. I mean, the games were awesome, and I think because of the deep storyline the games had, the movie will be awesome. Mark Wahlberg is also a great choice for the brooding and deep Max. But Mila Kunis (voice of Meg Griffin) is quite an unknown for me, and I dunno if shes up to playing Mona Sax.

The Trailer!

Missing A Testicle

You know, sometimes I think Im not really a guy. Or maybe, at least, Im not like the other guys.

I mean, how many males do you know think that 22 men chasing a ball around a field for an hour and a half is stupid?

How many more do you know also think that watching a racing car go round and round a circuit is just the epitome of the inane?

^^

Something I Have To Do

Okay you guys know that on some blogs there are people who answer a random series of questions, then proceed on to "tag" another bunch of poor people, who are in turn obliged to answer the same series of questions.

It seems I have been victimized.

Im not exactly sure what the penalty for not doing the quiz is (probably die within the next 7 days, have 10 years of bad luck and not meet my other half for 50 years or whatever the usual jazz is. Not that itd matter cuz Id be dead anyway) but Ill do it anyway cuz I dont wanna seem like a wet blanket.

1.) The person who tagged you is:
- Nurulhuda Bin Something
2.) Your relationship with him/her is:
- Poly classmate / friend
3.) Your five impressions of him/her:
-emotional
-passionate about the things she believes in
-always horny
-strong on the outside, weak on the inside
-cheerful
4.) The most memorable thing he/she has done for you:
Keep what she kept from me during my difficult period (the shoe episode) to prevent my burden from getting heavier
5.) The most memorable thing he/she has said to you:
"thanks ben"
6.) If he/she becomes your lover, you will:
have to circumsize myself
7.) If he/she becomes your love, the things he/she has to improve on will be:
standard of english. sorry babe! haha you know im very particular about that.
8.) If he/she becomes your enemy, you will:
Ignore her.
9.) If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:
She breaks my trust.
10.) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:
Give her a hug.
11.) Your overall impression of him/her is:
A bubbly person. Both figuratively and literally :):):)
12.) How do you think the people around you will feel about you?
That depends on the nature of the person we're talking about. Everyone cant feel the same thing.
13.) The characteristics you love about yourself are:
All the things I have learnt from the Dearest. The emotional and analytical skills, the resiliency... I cant even begin to count them.
14.) On the contrary, the characteristics you hate most about yourself are:
Im still weak on the inside.
15.) The most ideal person you want to be is:
Cant think of anyone, cuz theres really no perfect person in a perfect situation.
16.) What do you have to say to the people who love and care for you?
Id do the same thing for you.

So to prevent the quiz disease from spreading, I shant tag anyone else, and let this end here. ^^

Understatement

An understatement is defined as calling the past 2 weeks of my NS life a roller-coaster ride. Something closer to what I was looking for is "being at the eye of the storm".

The first three days were hell. You throw me into a pack of rabid males whos every action is governed by their basal instincts (i.e. lust) and you have one dead Ben. It really is terribly amusing how they can look at any female (and I mean any) and get all excited, though I can honestly say that Im not trying to say that Im superior in any way, because it really does take all different kinds of people to make up the world as we know it. I mean, thats just the way they are (or the way it is).

Oh man, and when they said that you see all sorts of people in NS, they werent fucking kidding. You have the permanent slackers, the ones who think theyre better then others and show it, the ones who cant shut up, the jokers, the ones who smell really bad and the really rude ones. You got englishmen, chinamen and tiananmen lol. You get people who think they know everything, and really do, as well as people who think they know everything, but dont.

And then theres me. :)

Why else was NS tough? Lets talk about the fact that Im not the sort of person to take orders from someone else, because the universe usually revolves around me. There are people who say that being a recruit builds character, and Ill tell you, as Ive told you a dozen times before, that people are stupid. Being one of the "lowest life forms" only makes me want to rage against the machine more, makes me want to attain power more and as quickly as possible so I can get out from this rut. It doesnt "make me a better person" haha!

Thank goodness for the bunkmates that make it a more livable experience. Of course, as with all bunk mates, there are the ones that are fun to hang around with, as well as the retards (yes they're everywhere). And when I say retard I dont mean the fun fun "haha youre a retard" kind of retard. Im talking about the really weird and stupid type of person.

3 Random Facts

1.) BMTC (Basic Military Training Center) School 1 and 2 are in entirely the same place. Its just one huge complex divided into 2.

2.) Prickly heat powder (aka snake powder) burns your genitals after exercise.

3.) Me and JinHong (now POPed) and Ernest are in the same company (Mohawk Company). JH and I happen to be in the most welfare platoon, and we both know the same sarges (one of which inspired me to become one myself)

Fear

With two days left to NS, a sense of dread has been starting to build. I dont really know what it is this sense of foreboding is coming from, cuz when I think about it, analyse it, theres really nothing Im afraid of.

But yet it grows and grows.

Maybe its the things Im leaving behind. I havent finished learning Aeris/Aeriths theme on piano. I havent finished Son Of Sparda mode on DMC4 (2 stages left). Ill be leaving someone in need of my help hanging.

But even if Ive finished all the above, I think Ill still feel it. Hmm.

SNAKE SOUP!!!!

Haha! It seems that nowadays all I do is post youtube videos on my blog, but what to do? Youtube is so interesting!

Todays Special is Snake Soup from Hong Kong. I think its in Tshim Sha Tsui or something like that. Couldnt really catch what he said. Jen, next time I go hk with you we go eat kk?



Man I think that snake queen really fearless. Its probably the best place to spend your office break, cuz you would be "eating snake". Haha!

End Of The World

Well if this is the way everything is going to end in 2012, Id just like to say that, Im sorry if I ever hurt anyone cuz of the things I did, or the things I said. I know my tongue is really venomous sometimes, but I really love all of you guys. I really do.

I just hope that the asteroid hits me (singapore) square in the face, so at least vapourisation will be a lot quicker then if you were on the other side of the world.

*sigh* oh well.

*Video credit goes to National Geog.

Scary

This post on MSN money caught my eye. It was a post on what would happen if we legalized all drugs, including the street drugs that people got high on. Most of us would think that the street would be filled with druggies that have no future besides thinking how they would get their next shot, but the argument given by them makes surprising sense.

Have a read.

What If We Legalized All Drugs

My Pain

Ugh, Im so bored the stock market doesnt open on saturdays and sundays. Its like, the world stops moving on saturdays and sundays but your brain is still active, counting the minutes, no, the milli-seconds till the world starts moving again.

Anyway I saw this really cool tattoo and Im kinda thinking whether I should get one like it. I mean, it sounds a bit copy copy but there arnt really any original tats nowadays. Youd have to be those kinda extreme type to come up with shit people have never seen before. Then theres also the problem of whether it has meaning or not, whether it can last you your entire life and let you still feel the same about it when youre 60.

Its As If You Were In The Olympic Stadium

Okay these few days have been rather uninteresting, other then the fact that X and I engaged ourselves to get married if our love lives didnt work out by 30. Hahaha! Dunno whether we joking or not. But if not then at least now we both have a plan B lol.

Anywaysssss... you guys have absolutely GOT to look at this link. Its like a frigging 360* view of the inside of the birds nest stadium. Its very very cool. Its like you were IN that bloody place.

http://www.karikuukka.com/peking2008/100m/

You can pan the view by clicking and holding and dragging.

Was It Really Ours?

So the olympics are over and singaporeans in general are making a big deal out of our medal tally. The first in 48 years for sg. Well, I can understand the big hoo-ha cuz of that, but somehow it doesnt seem like its entirely singaporean.

The victory I mean. The victory wasnt ours.

For starters, FengTianWei was china born, WangYueGu was china born and guess where LiJiaWei was born? I shouldnt even have to answer that.

Pretty much, it was China who got that medal for us. It was China who GAVE that medal to us. You get what Im saying?

The fact is, and remains that no one who is PURE singaporean can win anything for shit. But thats not our fault. We're a society whos children grow up doing nothing but studying and trying to get laid. Even if the person sitting beside you had the innate ability to become the next Phelps, what are the chances he/she would discover that talent?

Sure, we have sports schools, but the child who has that talent has to first realise it. But being thrown into a life revolving around mental regurgitation, what are the chances of him/her knowing her unfulfilled destiny?

"But other countries also have immigrants who became citizens that won medals for them what!" you cry out indignantly. Well, my answer to that is that at least those immigrants dont make up 100% of their country's medal tally. Sad, but true.

But I guess I shouldnt blame the sports council. They know this. They know exactly what I said, so I guess the measures they took are.... acceptable.

The Real Pikachu

This is really weird, seeing the person behind the voice of pikachu.

There is a human expression. "Follow your heart."

But what if my heart does not know what it wants?

It will. In time.

It Has Begun!

Today is the most exciting day of the month cuz Ive finally started paper trading! That means playing the stock market using virtual money. At last I can put all the shit Ive learnt into practice!

Its one thing to read about options in books and finally see all the lists of strike prices of all the millions of puts and calls! It was so exhilarating, I think you people prolly think Im a nerd faggot being into this shit. But god, I dont know how to explain it.

And guess what I bought for my first trade?

INTC!!!

Thats Intel Corporation fyi. And just in case you dont even know what Intel does, it makes shit like computers. And I think its stock price is going UP UP AND AWAY!! Hahaha!

So exciting!

N.B.: I do not dabble in stocks. I use options only.

Olympics Is Fun To Watch

Okay if any of you havent watched any of the olympics so far, then shame on you. At least watch a qualifier, cuz seriously the qualifiers are the funniest. Ive learnt a few things from watching qualifiers. The most important of all is that when youre about to do your event, dont look at the camera and give those "yo yo mama wad up dawwwwwwwwwg" kind of look and try to act like you can pretty much do anything and still get a good result, cuz you wont.

INCIDENT 1:
100m sprints--> A jamaican athlete looked at the camera and did what I said exactly not to do. He ended up with a false start (starting before the gun is fired), earning everyone a yellow card. (Just in case you dunno, if some dumb cunt from another country fucks up, a yellow card is shown to all the other 7 peeps to say that, if anyone fucks up again, I dont care who, youre out.)

INCIDENT 2:
Long jump--> A black/brown athlete looked at the camera and pretended he was listening to rap music, complete with hand motions and feeling. He ended up jumping past the jump line (or whatever you call it), earning a red flag (results not counted).

But besides that I was also watching the womens Javelin and they were all fucking amazons, especially the Swiss woman. The swiss chick looked like cartoon character out of Asterix, she was thin as hell but goddamn, when she threw the bloody jav, it looked like she was going to throw herself together with the jav, but the friggin thing flew 40 fucking meters.

I can remember secondary school that time, no one could throw past 16m in my class. And that swiss musta been like as small as the smallest girl in my class but damn. 40 meters man.

I didnt watch the Singapore table tennis final though, cuz I think its stupid and over publicized that its poor singapores only chance to get a gold, so lets make a big deal out of it. Besides, I think table tennis is one of those fast paced games only the people playing will really enjoy. The people watching would prolly only be interested for 5 minutes or so. Its like me playing Quake 3. Its so heart thumping, blood pumping action that doesnt stop for me. But I can imagine people going "so fast also dunno what he shooting at".

Quote of the day: "Your shithole is basically for shit to come out, not for you to put shit in it." -jen on buttsecks.

Cool Vid

Yay so happy the dearest sent me a "Im still alive" mail and I replied with a subject title of "O Is For Orgasm".

K enough of randomness, take a look at this awesome video, demonstrating masterful manipulation of shadows.



real art, this is.

This All Gives Me A Big Fucking Headache

It really does. What some people dont really know about me is that Im actually a loner, and I love it. I enjoy spending quality time with myself. I enjoy shutting myself off from the world and living as though its Me against The World, because thats just how it is sometimes.

I absolutely hate it when mummy comes home and sort of demands to be let into my life. But thats not how it works. Im in Fuck-Off-Everybody Mode, where I dont want to hear people speak, dont want to ask questions, dont want to answer questions and pretty much dont want to hear anyone's voice at all.

But you know what the problem is? Im not going to tell her. Because I cant. Because someone like me just cant. Its not in my nature to. Even if I did, she would probably think Im psychotic and want me to see a psychiatrist. Either that or she would go "aiyah when I go to france/aiyah when Im dead you wont have anyone to nag at you" like she just did cuz I JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE. I get *especially* irritable when Im in my alone-mood when people try to butt in nagging nag nag nag nag nag

I dont get why she doesnt understand that. I dont get why people dont understand why other people LIKE to be alone. Which is quite hypocritical because I once thought the Dearest was crazy for being how she was. Sure there are moments I show my love to the people around me, but that doesnt mean Im a kissy-wissy forever lovey-dovey shit face all the time.

I dont want to be alone because Im sad. I dont want to be alone because Im depressed or anything. Its because I LIKE it. Im a LONER. But yet that doesnt mean I dont have friends, or that Im not popular. I have lots of both, its just that I have Myself as well. And I love Me a lot.

And Ive been having this throbbing headache like fucking cancer for the past week and its not helping me think or get any less annoyed at mummy.

Goddammit. And you think you had problems in your life.

Why Hungry Ghost Festival Doesnt Make Sense

During the 7th month of the year, following the chinese calendar, the ghosts of heaven and hell are released so they can have a feast, watch opera, and probably watch you bathe as well.

But there are a few reasons why this whole story is so implausible when you think about it.

Firstly, we are assuming that 1.) Spirits, being beings of energy, require some form of sustenance and that 2.) This sustenance can come from eating physical food.

How an intangible being can acquire nourishment from something tangible is beyond me. If you told me that they feed on energy, or vibrations like feelings, like anger or happiness then at least that makes sense. Well not really make sense in a scientific way, but at least its believable. But NO, you tell me they feed on the same things that we do. This actually does not work, and is 80% (randomly given value) improbable when you think about it.

Lets discuss this.

1.) The Food We Provide Is Physically Consumed By Them

This is obviously untrue, because the chicken left there one night is still there the next morning. Any effect like the chicken turning smelly or the usual stuff that happens to food left out for too long can be attributed to our bacterial friends.

2.) The Food Has "Souls" Too, And Each Dish Has 1 "Soul".

What the above means is that for every 1 chicken we offer as a sacrifice, the spiritual world gets 1 chicken. The physical chicken is then "spiritually depleted" and left there to rot. This theory is also impossible, because by now the dead outnumber the living maybe, 10 to 1. The offerings people normally give couldnt even feed 0.00001% the current living population, much less the entire spiritual world.

3.) The Food Has "Souls" Too, And Each Dish Has Unlimited "Souls".

What the above means is that once we offer a chicken, that chicken will keep on creating spiritual chicken to feed all the souls. Think about it as a mob in World of Warcraft where it will produce as many quest items as there are people in the party that kills it, so you dont have to kill a mob 5 times just to complete the quest for 5 people etc.
By far, this is the only plausible explanation I can think of. Although theoretically, if this were the case, I could take one orange and place it as an offering because that would equal to an infinite amount of oranges.

Give em a happy orange!

Not to mention that if I were an angmoh ghost Id have no one to feed me and Id have to fly all the way to Singapore to get some chow. Even if ghosts could teleport Im sure theyd need mana or something ;p

So in conclusion, HGF is b.s.

Thank you.
Ben Wong, PhD.

DO YOU SEE MY SURNAME OR AN INSULT?

See the underlined one only. The one above was a sketch ;p

FREE MUVO V200

Because I am a blessed person, I am giving away my trusty MP3 player/thumbdrive.

Here she is.

Battery powered.

I know a 512MB thumbdrive is really old and shit, but if any of you guys know any friends who have some financial difficulties and could use a thumbdrive, or an mp3 player to like, brighten their lives or something, gimme a pm or call meh @ 97863955.

Drinking With The Boss

Went drinking with one of the bosses today. Well, not really drinking like youd think it. I had Teh-o and he and shan had Heineken. Man I cant the taste of beer it sucks so bad. Come to think of it alcohol tastes shitty. The only use I ever had of any alcohol derivative was C2H4.

If you can still remember your basic chem, thats Ethanol to you. I use it to clean my shoes, my mouse, and pretty much everything that needs cleaning. Except myself o'course.

It was fun listening to how he clicked on the "shemale" section whilst watching porn thinking that that gallery was for muscular women! Then I laughed my ass off and told him, yeah, the reason why theyre muscular is cuz they're MEN. They WERE men, anyway.

Not to mention how he got his nerdy friend drunk till that friend began shouting his crush's name in front of her.

Oh well, too bad I have to leave in a day. Its really people like him that make this job enjoyable.

New Chapter

How many of us have turned over the pages of our lives into a new chapter at 5am at changi airport?

How many people even know if they have reached a new chapter, I wonder.

I watched her leave, her figure growing smaller and smaller. I glanced down at my phone, and when I looked up, it was like she was never there at all.

That was when I felt this profound emptiness. It wasnt a painful emptiness, it was just a presence of an absence. I wandered around Terminal 1 in a daze, looking for an MRT station. I think I circled the place twice before heading for the sky train.

I thought of visiting T3, but I think, what I needed then was a bed and something to hug, not look at some artificial edifice that only echoes what you feel. If you look at stone, it only looks back at you.

I dont ever remember listening to my mp3 player and thinking that it was so wonderful that the lyrics talk to you. Or more like, they enter your head and bounce around till the next track plays. Im probably not making any sense, so here I end.

Bye

Im secretly mad,
and openly sad,
the dearest will be leaving.
How long she goes,
only God knows,
and we'll see,
we'll see how it goes.

Next we see each other,
Ill still be your brother,
and you my sister.
Ill let you be the first,
To ride in my Mercs,
and we'll see,
we'll see where it takes us.

au revoir, till then
Love you, my dearest jen.

Hot Voices In My Head!

Omg I just talked to the HOTTEST sounding girl in a long time. Shes got that kinda "err" voice that I go crazy for.

Okay let me demonstrate. Say "ahhhhhhhhh" and hold the sound for 5 seconds. Then change the sound to "errrr" in the same way you pronounce "a" in "a boy". Then lower the tone, making it deeper as you go till it sounds like its "bubbling", like "er-er-er-er-er-er-er" kind.

K I know this sounds really disgusting and retarded when you describe it like that but, really, its HOT.

Her name is Jolene ^^ lol

Why You Will Never Find Your Other Half

Okay, lets begin by stating that communication is of utmost importance in a relationship and it is upon this fact that my calculations will be based on. Lets also assume that, for calculations sake, that the IQ of the person you want to find, has to be same as, or above yours.

Furthermore, lets assume that you have a slightly above average IQ of 110, which would mean you are in the top 25 percentile of the human population (which is still quite sad ;p)

Now, from the July 2008 figures acquired from the Central Intelligence Agency, Singapore has a population of 4608167. Thats near 5mil.

If you were in the top 25%, that would mean there are 1152041 (4608167/4) people with an IQ of 110 and above, and therefore able to hold a decent conversation with you.

Out of this 1152041, 576020 (1152041/2) would be of the opposite sex. (Statistics show the men:women ratio in singapore about the same)

Out of this 576020, 75% are chinese, making the figure 432015 (576020 x 75/100).

Out of this 432015, 16% are within the age group of 20-30, making the figure 69122. Even if you wanna be open minded to dating younger people 15-25, the figure would be about the same.

And assuming the number of chinese speaking people: english speaking people is 1:1 (even though we all know there are much more chinese speaking peeps around), that would mean that there are only 34561 possible candidates.

So now we have our final number of 34561. Thats quite a huge reduction from five mil to thirty thousand huh?

Now lets also assume that you meet 1 new person a day. Thats quite a huge amount when you think about it, cuz that would mean you meet 365 people a year. Which is many many more times the amount of people *I* meet.

So that means, every day of your life, you have [(13824/4608167)x100] around 0.3% chance of meeting the right person. And that doesnt even include your character compatibility cuz I dont know how that could be factored in. If it IS, then you might have around a 0% chance of meeting the right person for you.

So that is why, youll never find your other half. Good luck though! =D


EDITORS NOTE: The author acknowledges that this article was entirely tongue-in-cheek, and does not claim any responsibility for any physical or mental harm to any individual, including attempts at suicide and/or bouts of depression caused by the reading of this article.

Unnecessary Censorship

This is one of the most funniest episodes! You HAVE to watch it!



Fuck you, baby! Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahha!

10 More Days

And Ill be out of here. I cant wait! No more (in no particular order of dislike):

1.) Taking shit from madam teo. (Doing work for her so she can talk to her friends on the phone and putting up with her 2hour breaks. Not to mention listening to her bitch about shit she doesnt know anything about)

2.) Taking shit from utterly stupid and unreasonable customers.

3.) Listening to williams fail-sarcasm.

4.) Pretending to be friendly to committee members that are nowhere as important as they think they are.

5.) Trainers that fuck me up with their last minute changes.

6.) Shit-ass OnePA, which beats the record of worst intranet experienced. CMS follows second.


But then again Ill be missing (in no particular order of fondness):

1.) Jon, one of my managers, for his views on the state of affairs in singapore, as well as the occasional pizza treat.

2.) Hattas incessant bitching about the state of affairs in the office, his state of affairs, and the state of affairs of Everything. Not to mention his talking to himself and laughing all of a sudden, like a maniac.

3.) Shan going on and on about cars, from which I learnt quite a bit. Not to mention being the only person there my age.

4.) Rozi, with whom I can have an intelligent conversation from time to time. Shes gone too though.

5.) Mdm Ho, for teaching me cantonese, and crapping with.

6.) Callis, one of my managers, for calling me on the phone whenever theres a crazy customer (and I mean the mental hospital kind) and saying ,"Ben, I think that guys crazy. You better be careful. What does he want?"

7.) Mr Tan, another manager, who I rarely speak to but who covers up for many of my money-related mistakes. I still havent heard from him what happened to the missing $200 that time...

8.) Andy, for covering up for me too and being the all-around mr.nice guy.

9.) Mr Kok Liang, for coming to the e-club and searching for "David Beckham XXX" and thinking me and shan dont know about it.


You know, this job really isnt that bad. Looking at this list Ive made, its easy to see that the people you work with really make or break your job happiness level.

All in all, it wasnt a real bad first job experience. I mean, first real job excluding those 1 week stints at random places.

Hello Panda Is Propaganda

So is it just me or did Hello Panda (the biscuit with choc inside) just change their biscuits to a panda face shape? They were just round the previous time right?

I havent eaten it in a loooong time, so I dunno how long ago this change happened, but I somehow I smell Beijing behind it. I think they must have paid meiji to make these as a symbol of their olympic triumph or something.

CONSPIRACIES ARE EVERYWHERE!

My Hero

This guy is my hero.

He's Alive!

Haha, today I saw the old man who came in a few weeks ago to ask me what bus to take to JB. I was kinda hoping he would get lost and never find his way back to Bishan, but oh well.

Committee Members Are Stupid

Okay like, you all know when theres like, an official meeting of some sort right, theres always this person that has to do minutes right? And just in case you dont know what minutes are, its a record of what was said during the meeting and who said it.

So there was this meeting going on a few days back and I was tasked with turning the written minutes into a MS word file. That was a supposed to be an easy job, if not for the fact that I was trying so hard to figure out what the fuck that idiot copying down the minutes and also that I was laughing my ass off.

Here are some samples under the "complaints" section:

1.) Wheel car needs a lift.

I was stoned when I saw that. What the fuck is a wheel car? Is that like a wheel chair? Or is it just the first time he's seen a car with wheels and therefore has to call it a wheel-car and not a, say, hover-car. And where do you need to bring this wheel car to anyway? When I need a lift to school, I would obviously be going to school, right? So where would the wheel car need a lift to?

MY FINAL TRANSLATION: The wheel chair bound citizens of bishan may need elevators to move about with greater ease.


2.) Dirty smell in the lift aft clening

Well, the first thing that hits you is that "cleaning" is spelt wrongly. The second thing you may wonder is how exactly a "dirty smell" smells like. Then the third thing youd wonder is what the lift was cleaned with if it smells worse after cleaning.

MY FINAL TRANSLATION: Dirty smell in the lift after cleaning. (I just copied it. I had no idea how to decipher something like that.)


3.) Bees found in the blok and fly into the unit and stunk the kids, appear in the morning.

K, this was by far the best one and it had me in stiches lol. When I read "stunk the kids" i howled with laughter and was told to shut up by my colleague ;p So like, the kids appeared in the morning and were stunk by bees? Or did the bees appear in the morning to do some stunking? Hahah!

MY FINAL TRANSLATION: Bees were found in the block and children were stung by them.

Only The Similar Will Coexist

Argh I didnt see Tiger when I was opening the main entrance door and he was right behind it. I banged into him (lightly, thank goodness) and he MEOWR'ed at me :( Awww my poor heart is broken.

So anyways I was at my favourite leaning spot in the mert and there was this girl beside me complaining about her boyfriend (presumably) to this other guy. What really caught my attention was that the whore wasnt complaining about the usual things, i.e. penis-too-small, never-pays-me-enough-attention etc. She was complaing about how he was falling further apart from his religion, in that he prayed less often and read his scriptures less often (which, in my narrow-mindedness, made me assume he's buddhist).

So then that got me thinking. Cuz like, would *I* be able to stand a gf who believes in something entirely different from me? I mean, what if shes foolish enough, heaven forbid, to try to convert me? (Of course, its arguable that if she were that stupid we wouldnt be together in the first place)

Can I stand someone whos naive enough to believe in a:
1.) Perfect God who can actually create a seemingly imperfect world?
OR
2.) God who created something imperfect (us) and force it to be perfect? (Failure of this impossibility leading to annihilation)
OR
3.) Cycle of debt that you are born into with the sole purpose in life to work off that debt?

I mean, yeah, we should tolerate other beliefs, sure. But notice I say TOLERATE, and not ACCEPT. And my tolerate I mean "put up with". So am I going to "tolerate" her naivete for all the years of our marriage and she "tolerating" my supposed atheism?

And what about our children? Sure, Id like to give my children the freedom to choose, but surely if you were a christian mom youd force your kids to church whether they like it or not. So much for me letting them choose huh?

FUN FACT: If you shampoo a head with 3mm of hair and run your hand through real quick, you can actually see a shower of snow!

Joke?

Funny

Teacher: Do you smoke?
John: No.
Teacher: Do you drink?
John: No.
Teacher: Do you do drugs?
John: No.
Teacher: Well then thats good. You dont have any bad habits.
John: Not really, I love to tell lies.

Not So Funny
If John loves to tell lies, he could be lying about not doing all the 3 bad habits and could therefore be doing them. But he could also be lying about loving to tell lies, in which case would mean hes telling the truth and not doing the 3 bad habits.

But then if what he said were true, then his last statement would be true and he would love to tell lies, and therefore be doing all the 3 bad habits. But then again, if what he said were true then he could be lying about lying and so on and so forth.

See how I can take a "joke" and turn it into a something like this lol

INDESTRUCTIBLE

Disturbed has a new album! Its called Indestructible and has once again hit number #1 on a few charts!

Ho yeah Im already erm, doing a certain transfer of information which will end up in their new album in my computer (I didnt say anything about downloading ah) and I CANT WAIT.

You might ask, why wouldnt I want to buy the CD to support them? Well, the answer is that their type of metal is the type of metal that when it sounds good it makes you wish you were in a concert with them jumping up and down, but when it sounds bad its just noisy death grunts that dont really make any sense to me, thats why I dont intend to get an album where theres a possibility where I might dislike half the songs there.

Anyway, heres a nice live clip of them. Its definitely not for the uninitiated metal people.

Come Party At My House

I invite you guys to come to my place, in 2018. I mean, assuming that the human race hasnt destroyed ourselves by pissing off Mother Nature more then we already have, or we havent nuked ourselves to kingdom come.

Come, let me take you on a tour of my place, close your eyes and be right here with me.

Well first of, its on the 38th story, so ill try to install some Linkin Park as the elevator music so you guys dont get so bored on your way up k?

The first thing youll see when you enter my house is my 60 inch TV. Jessica Alba is shashaying on the screen and youll probably wonder why she looks as though shes going to walk out of the screen. The tech freaks will probably notice that I dont really have a monitor for my computer, but thats only because my CPU is linked to the TV, so I can play World of Starcraft (itll be out by then) on my sofa.



Then ill teach you guys how to switch channels on my TV with a wave of your fingers like in Minority Report so you guys can choose from the 5601 channels worldwide, including live telecasts of Osama from Afghanistan and Eskimo porn from where ever poles they're from (we can learn how to have sex in the cold)



A few of you people who like to look at some nice scenery would probably wander to the balcony to take a look at the view from a 38th floor house.



Then youd look out and see something like this....

Have a seat by the window, you command the view of the entire country. Chat with me, or any of our other friends at the top of the world, literally. But as the barrages of verbiage grow tiresome after a while, fret not! For there are plenty of other opportunities to kill time where I live. Oh and speaking of verbiage, how about a sanctuary for the withering mind?


This is my world within a room. Revisit Tatooine with Luke Skywalker, travel to exotic destinations with Napolean or lose yourself in Victorian poetry whilst reclining on the bed-like sofa (which, I admit, kind of defeats the purpose of the room if all youre ever going to do is fall asleep).

Of course, if youre really that sleepy we have the pool room for you to get your ass moving.




Dont worry, the room is big enough for a 9 foot table (or even an actual billard table), so the pseudo pros wont be complaining about how an 8 foot is too small. You guys can always come over and play a game for free when Im in. Of course, I WILL be in most of the time, considering my occupation.

We have the piano room just beside the pool room. Its got that automated ghost playing thingy if you just want to listen to music without anyone actually playing. ^^


Well, thats pretty much it. Man, if that doesnt keep you guy occupied for the entire day then I dont know what will. You can take a swim though, at the pool downstairs, or wash your filth off in the shower. Youre not allowed in the hot tub though. Thats strictly for personal use only.
Well, see you guys there! The invitation has been extended ^^

Rawk Klymbing

Went rock climbing with ch. You know, I always thought it was easy cuz I thought the rocks had nice grips and shit. Turns out some of them are as small as a testicle. Saying its hard to pull yourself up with 2 fingers is kinda an understatement I think ;p

I owned the beginners course, like, the straight vertical one on the first try. When I hit the top of the second story high course, I was like, oh this is pretty easy.

Then I turned around and looked down..... and got the shock of the month. It seemed as though ch was this tiny ant on the floor and I was dangling above an abyss.

Then I started to panic and my palms got sweaty, and I could feel myself losing my grip. I shouted down to ch ,"OMGOMG WHAT DO I DO NOW!"

And the bastard answered a-matter-of-factly ,"Just let go la."

"LET GO? OMFG YOU MUST BE CRAZY!"

That was when I felt my grip was at 10% health, so I prayed ,"If I fall dont let me become a vegetable. Let me die quickly."

Then I let go.

For a moment I could feel the wind at the back of my ears, and I swore I could feel the strings of my heart just detach or something.

Amidst the roaring wind, a voice whispered to me ,"Its not your time yet."

"God?" I thought.

And the Almighty caught me with his hand and laid me gently on the ground.

Unfortunately realization dawned a second later: It was ch who had me on belay and it was he who "saved" me. -_- So anti-climax right?

Planning the way up....

Not done planning yet bitches.


"God"


Shots of the rocks.




The rock climbing facility was at the 7th floor of some building (or was it the fifth?) so it had a pretty decent view.


Nice mirror shot by ch.

Thanks bro, it was great fun, but id rather be paintballing! lol...

Army Rations

So my bro came back from doing his reservist and he bought back some army rations for me to eat. I like eating them cuz it gives me some mental preparation of what Im about to face.

Malaysian Sweet Spicy Noodle (Chicken)

Looks like brains right? Army rations actually come in many many different flavours and this one was particularly sucky.

My favourites so far are the glutinous rice one, and the nonya curry rice with chicken so if you can get your hands on those, you can actually eat them without dying and coming back.

Welcome Home, Goodbye

Well, I met with Dr chan and she passed me the book Ive wanted for so long. I dont know when Ill ever be seeing her again, but we each have our own journey to walk. So farewell!

Land Of The Unsaid

In the land of the unsaid,
there lie dues unpaid,
and words left to rot,
words that time forgot.

Simple words that heal our hearts,
simple things that play a part.
Im Sorry and I Love You
are some of the not so few

Say it now, for itll be too late
when the one you love is taken through heaven's gate
Say it now, dont let it fade
deep in the land of the unsaid.

Owting

Went with the sec school peeps to Sakura International Buffet. All I can say about the food there is that theres really nothing special about it. I mean, 30 bucks for a buffet that serves only japanese and generic dishes can hardly be called an "International Buffet". If you really were international youd have carbonara from Italy and fried dog from China.

Even then, the dishes use quantity to make up for quality. I stopped eating any more when I was nearly at my satiation peak not because I was truly full, but because there was simply nothing more worth stuffing myself for.

Whereas places like Petes place (Grand Hyatt Hotel), I can get high class Italian food (buffet) at the exact same price, and everything there is worth eating till you fill your tank up for 2 meals.

Next up was "Wanted".

Cutting a long story short, it was the worst movie Ive watched since the start of this year, and Im going to tell you why. Im going to spoil the entire show for you right here and now, because you shouldnt be watching it, and Im not about to let you waste 9 bucks and 2 hours of your time doing so, because I love you all.


AHEM.

First lets talk about the action, since this is an action film. The action part of the show relies heavily on the ability to fuck the laws of physics because our main protagonist can bend the path of bullets by swinging his gun arm whilst firing real quick. (In case youre really stupid, what that really does in real life is get you killed)

So I was just thinking, okay Ill let that pass, even though the sheer absurdity is digging into my veins and injecting shit into them, since we do have superheroes and everyone loves Neo from The Matrix right? (Allow me to not point out that Neo was able to do what he did because he was in a bloody computer)

Now lets talk plot. Because the producers knew that the show would be the lame shit that it still is without a twist, they decided to introduce......TAA DAH! A TWIST!

What better twist then to do a Luke-Vader twist by letting the main enemy of the show tell our hero ,"Sorry dude, Im actually your father, and you just shot me, you stupid motherfucker. And even though this is probably an attempt to mindfuck you before I die, you should believe me."

Oh God! I couldnt have guessed! Now our hero wants revenge for being manipulated! So he places little bombs on rats that he stores in the back of a garbage truck, then dumps them all at the front gate of the bad guys base. And thats when the audience finds out how well he trained all the rats because they knew how to spread out into every nook and cranny of the huge base within 5 seconds of movie time and blow it to hell!

Lastly, as though I were not disappointed enough, the only babe of the movie seems to have turned anorexic. Who am I talking about?

Angelina Jolie of course! Her arms are so thin its really hard to believe she can even handle the recoil of a 0.22 calibre pistol! Whats wrong dear? Has handling your 1684196453 adopted children stressed you out? Compare the two above with the one below!

Look how much nicer she looks! Goodness.

Oh well the movie probably scored a 2/10 for me. And you all should thank me for saving you that amount of time.

Shes Back From Outer Space

Dr chan is coming back from the US to do some final administrative shit before she moves there for good. Im going to meet her, so if ANY of you peeps want more details, sms me at 97863955 before monday.

Racism: A Refreshing P.O.V.

I was talking with this work friend of mines whos a malay, about malays and racism, although it wasnt in that order. Racism came first.

Despite her views that racism is entirely bad, and mine that racism is the thing itself that creates the barrier between races, we both agreed that if people could all stand each other a little more, the world would be a better place. Hey, its not everyday you get to talk about how to create world peace, you know.

Then she made a statement that surprised me. Not because I didnt know it, but coming from a malay, its something else. She said she felt that malays, as a race, were lazy and were only concerned about the present, and not so much the future. Not only that, they also sorta didnt want their own race to succeed because according to her, some of them actually badmouth the ones who do succeed.

Now, this is, of course, only what she believes, and shes entitled to that. If you feel strongly against it thats your problem, and if you wanna start talking shit I can recommend you this really great wall with a hole in it for you to fuck.

But she goes on to say, that minahs and mutts (she calls them "mats", can I get someone to comment on the accuracy of that?) are a disgrace to her race. And I agree. The even bigger problem is that somehow they are the majority of malays, unlike the chinese, who have it vice versa. What bugs her as well are the ones that arnt in school because they ponned it or whatever other reason that doesnt have to do with poverty. Its like, I quote "they just sit in one corner relak while Im here trying to do well".

Although it is a valid point that what you want to do should not be affected by other people, it probably makes an even bigger deal when your entire race is against you, against your race for success. Haha! Im sorry I had to say that.

So anyway, like a dear friend once said ,"They say we're racist, but theyre not exactly doing anything to prove otherwise right?" Maybe my dear, there are ones out there who are really trying to do something. Lets just wish them good luck. Their race depends on them. Really.