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?
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
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.
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?
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?
Saturday, November 22, 2008
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.
Hmm.
Very soon this tiny sub-chapter of my life will pass, and another will begin just as quickly as this one started.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, November 14, 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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...
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...
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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!
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.
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.
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.
*****************
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?
^^
Monday, September 29, 2008
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. ^^
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. ^^
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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)
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)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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.
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.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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!
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!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
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.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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
Have a read.
What If We Legalized All Drugs
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