i like how soldiers are going to become more like power rangers and how the ncc npcc cadets n scouts n girl guides were all carrying red or white umbrellas.
omg i cant go back to camp im going to be super depressed. i want to continue reading hard everyday i dont want t go outfield i dont want to wake up early i dont want to sleep in ouv i dont want to cut my hair! argh!
and when im back its about 110 days to ord and that just sucks bigtime. too much thumbsucking action argh argh argh!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
seveneleven
yesterday was preston the chinaman's birthday. so happy belated birthday preston the chinaman! hope that you is doing well at haitong and earning lots of monies and goodwill and excellent Cert of Svc so that you can join Fidelity and earn a starting pay of 5000 pounds a month so you can visit Singapore again for conferences.
Friday, August 6, 2010
deliverin' teh best!
today i commemorate my 1 year with ITI. at home. at the beginning of the end of my hospitalization leave. the year with ITI started on a high, from the first day when i was on a double decker bus heading home at 2pm for my first night of my stayout life. excellent la. i also saw ash, the most idiotic guy i have met in life so far and by a huge margin, but he wasnt that much obnoxious yet, at least not on the first encounter. my time at alpha was nice, i liked my oc and my encik a lot. extremely nice people, gave me lots of offs and gave me free off for all the firefly engagements and shielded me from ash, that idiot. still remember him telling people that i should be back on friday afternoon for his last minute storeinspectn cos i wasnt on my own off and i was given time off by my boss. i think i booked out too much for his taste he wanted to chiket me and make my life tough, but luckily i siamed taiwan and i siamed the last few days he had in camp. apart from him and his ridiculous ideas, life was quite good. waking up early for inpro or ippt fatigue sucked, but that was that. spent my time making friends and clowning around for most part. slacking in bc, then slacking in the mess, surfing random crap, then playing pool. guard duty was a perennial sucky point, but i was lucky enough to have siamed most of it cos i was promoted to gdcomd gd2ic in dec, but it was too late to schedule me for dec, and in jan they forgot again so my duty started in feb and ended in may. and in feb i didnt kena cny duty, which is immense, and the rest of the months the mpspec was kind enough to give me fairly good duties, including letting me do weekend share on good friday. lol. free day off. but he gave me one with the most screwed up DO ever, but luckily the duty clerk chatted with him all night i didnt get turned out by that no-gooder who is going to get struck by lightning some time soon. my charlie encik, i didnt really like, stupid and kei kao. but im not my upperstudy so when he got too far i just shouted at him like a man. it scared him that i wasnt going to cry like a baby like my upperstudy who lost his marbles. anyway i siamed roc and i slacked the whole may off like a man before going for my surgery which is awesome lah. now im going to hq. hope that i will be confirmed in opsint and life will be good as i cruise to my ord. 112 days from the day i will return to camp, with physio to be arranged, wisdom op to cover me from 27 sept to 2 aug and my 14 days of leave and 3 days of Off i expect honored. ok. today i mugged hard my french to commemorate the important day. so now i shall go sleep.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
riotous calm
it's an emptiness i feel nowadays. i just feel, bored. and unsatisfied. event though i should be- i am on mc, my french revision is going on course, i have been reading well, most recently plutarch's sparta and orwell's why i write and the economist.
i have somewhat brought a schedule into my life of free existence to prevent myself from veering off course and down a deep dark abyss. once i wake up to light i get out of bed, which is anytime between 7 and 9 am, depending on the need to piss, which depends on water consumption the night before. and whether i took wine. but i invariably wake up before 9 because i can rarely sleep through drilling. and the drilling really rocks the world around me.
with dispensation, i leave for bpp on foot, usually reach it before 10, but the library opens around 11. i say 11, because the librarians open the gates to the hordes of boliao people waiting outside between 1 and 8 min late, by my clock, which should not be too far off the +0800GMT. a little unacceptable la, but this isnt germany or la gare du nord.
before the library opens i will find myself some discreet location in kopitiam or macs to sit and read my stuff. my magazines and books, no french. because both places are usually quite empty i get away with not ordering anything with no one to bother me, except maybe the zealous cleaner who enjoys mopping below feet.
and when im in the library i plonk myself down on the round table and get down to the hard work that is french, until about 5pm. of course its not pure mugging lah. this is not PIMPing. i go on the prowl for hot legs and transclucent shirts on hot girls. they do not appear until after 2. they peak at about 4, for some reason. so in the morning i am least disturbed, with no one to share my table. the past few days a sec 2 nygh girl called j4z31 from class 203 has been sharing my table. not hot, but cute. a little too young though, lol. so i dont perv her la.
its apparent that productivity is far from 100%, but it cant be helped, and i think its a good effort since i have hardly even sat myself down to something so boring and annoyingly pedantic that i feel like feeding my mechanical pencil up my nose every hour or so. it doesnt help that vocabulary is about the assembly and maintenance of an ensemble at one's finger tips. i remember little and forget muchly, my brain built more like a sieve. only studying chemistry in the leadup to the a levels was even more unpleasant. i mean in the field of mugging. field camp and related shit is definitely worse la.
then i leave for home around five because the drilling would have ceased by then and the library is a freezer and i would be frozen through even though i have my jacket. and the library would be filled with neighborhooddelinquents apeing around and prc retirees (dunno how the heck they got pr) talking their chinaman shit. because the librarians dont have balls the place will be a zoo with all the animals on steroids. a few will stand out for being excited about the ginger stuck up their behinds. its just a circus.
once i get home i read the papers, i go online, i sign into msn and appreciate all conversation i can get. i also sign into facebook for my routine stalking. it takes quite a while to go through whole photoalbums you know. i indulge in linking to pages of friends of friends and then perving them. haha. depraved. then i go about and lie on the bed and appreciate the sturdiness of la planche which still holds steadfast despite being soaked and leaky in the past few massive roof leakages. i also read, but not a lot.
then its dinner time with my parents, then we watch whatever garbage comes on tv. like entertainment on 5 today. complete crap, except that katy perry was on it. makes you wonder whether ellen was this bad when she started out hosting. then my parents will get back to whatever was occupying them and i will be doing nothing of any value or much entertainment. so i blog and hope that time passes and i get tired so i will sleep. but usually i am not tired and i watch cable until about midnight and i sleep, snuggled in my nice comfy bed, happy.
i have somewhat brought a schedule into my life of free existence to prevent myself from veering off course and down a deep dark abyss. once i wake up to light i get out of bed, which is anytime between 7 and 9 am, depending on the need to piss, which depends on water consumption the night before. and whether i took wine. but i invariably wake up before 9 because i can rarely sleep through drilling. and the drilling really rocks the world around me.
with dispensation, i leave for bpp on foot, usually reach it before 10, but the library opens around 11. i say 11, because the librarians open the gates to the hordes of boliao people waiting outside between 1 and 8 min late, by my clock, which should not be too far off the +0800GMT. a little unacceptable la, but this isnt germany or la gare du nord.
before the library opens i will find myself some discreet location in kopitiam or macs to sit and read my stuff. my magazines and books, no french. because both places are usually quite empty i get away with not ordering anything with no one to bother me, except maybe the zealous cleaner who enjoys mopping below feet.
and when im in the library i plonk myself down on the round table and get down to the hard work that is french, until about 5pm. of course its not pure mugging lah. this is not PIMPing. i go on the prowl for hot legs and transclucent shirts on hot girls. they do not appear until after 2. they peak at about 4, for some reason. so in the morning i am least disturbed, with no one to share my table. the past few days a sec 2 nygh girl called j4z31 from class 203 has been sharing my table. not hot, but cute. a little too young though, lol. so i dont perv her la.
its apparent that productivity is far from 100%, but it cant be helped, and i think its a good effort since i have hardly even sat myself down to something so boring and annoyingly pedantic that i feel like feeding my mechanical pencil up my nose every hour or so. it doesnt help that vocabulary is about the assembly and maintenance of an ensemble at one's finger tips. i remember little and forget muchly, my brain built more like a sieve. only studying chemistry in the leadup to the a levels was even more unpleasant. i mean in the field of mugging. field camp and related shit is definitely worse la.
then i leave for home around five because the drilling would have ceased by then and the library is a freezer and i would be frozen through even though i have my jacket. and the library would be filled with neighborhooddelinquents apeing around and prc retirees (dunno how the heck they got pr) talking their chinaman shit. because the librarians dont have balls the place will be a zoo with all the animals on steroids. a few will stand out for being excited about the ginger stuck up their behinds. its just a circus.
once i get home i read the papers, i go online, i sign into msn and appreciate all conversation i can get. i also sign into facebook for my routine stalking. it takes quite a while to go through whole photoalbums you know. i indulge in linking to pages of friends of friends and then perving them. haha. depraved. then i go about and lie on the bed and appreciate the sturdiness of la planche which still holds steadfast despite being soaked and leaky in the past few massive roof leakages. i also read, but not a lot.
then its dinner time with my parents, then we watch whatever garbage comes on tv. like entertainment on 5 today. complete crap, except that katy perry was on it. makes you wonder whether ellen was this bad when she started out hosting. then my parents will get back to whatever was occupying them and i will be doing nothing of any value or much entertainment. so i blog and hope that time passes and i get tired so i will sleep. but usually i am not tired and i watch cable until about midnight and i sleep, snuggled in my nice comfy bed, happy.
la soucoupe volante
1. my french vocabulary isnt much more limited than my chinese vocabulary. what i dont know in french i probably also dont know in chinese. like what the heck is le trottoir in chinese anyway?
2. i think im going to go hungry a lot and subsist on fast food in france and die of bowel cancer. there doesnt seem to be any nice food, fruit or vegetable, if the definitive list of fruit and list of vegetables provided by Collin's is sound. they even have a term for disgusting raw mixed vegetables. les incrudites. which just sounds sick.
3. my memory and econs really suck. still remember TIPSY and CoPING? or how to draw the LRAC and SRAC for oligopolies? i looked through my notes to weed out all the unacceptable junk before lending them to my cousin from hwach and i realized what a noob i was and still am at econs.
4. it goes to show that the a levels is too simple or too many people simply suck more than me.
2. i think im going to go hungry a lot and subsist on fast food in france and die of bowel cancer. there doesnt seem to be any nice food, fruit or vegetable, if the definitive list of fruit and list of vegetables provided by Collin's is sound. they even have a term for disgusting raw mixed vegetables. les incrudites. which just sounds sick.
3. my memory and econs really suck. still remember TIPSY and CoPING? or how to draw the LRAC and SRAC for oligopolies? i looked through my notes to weed out all the unacceptable junk before lending them to my cousin from hwach and i realized what a noob i was and still am at econs.
4. it goes to show that the a levels is too simple or too many people simply suck more than me.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
l'escalier au ciel
as bangles are worn well by young girls and spinsters
handcuffs are worn well by heroes
who won't sell their brothers
for money
who won't sell their fate
for life
respect
handcuffs are worn well by heroes
who won't sell their brothers
for money
who won't sell their fate
for life
respect
Monday, August 2, 2010
august sprung from a leak in my ceiling
reminds me of my pw groupmate.
and today some ny girl flashed me. for like 10 sec, bud i cant be sure if that was a pair of blue fbts.
i have 16 days to the end of my mc. and the start of camp life again. oh no.
have been mugging french hard. must not regret wasted time.
a bientot!
and today some ny girl flashed me. for like 10 sec, bud i cant be sure if that was a pair of blue fbts.
i have 16 days to the end of my mc. and the start of camp life again. oh no.
have been mugging french hard. must not regret wasted time.
a bientot!
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