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.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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!
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!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
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.
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
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
Saturday, October 11, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
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!
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!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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?
^^
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?
^^
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