Saturday, August 27, 2005
Nights out before lights out
So I'm gonna be permanently here in 23 Singapore Artilery. There're microscopic mites crawling on my thirty year old bed at any moment. My pillow looks like a rotten cabbage. My "buddies" are smoking as though it's the eve of Armaggedon. Fine, 440 days to go.
Well at least there're nights out on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Any Northerners need company for a couple of hours, I'm your social escort. :D Quote Bernard, "this is the real army for you". Agreed with four limbs up.
Well at least there're nights out on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Any Northerners need company for a couple of hours, I'm your social escort. :D Quote Bernard, "this is the real army for you". Agreed with four limbs up.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
The last lunch
That was my last day in Ayer Rajah Camp. Everything was pretty pleasing apart from the lunch at the cook-house, the office being without air-conditioning, working out the floor plan for the office like a construction engineer drenched with perspiration and that I had to execute the preparations for a trainee who was charged into the detention barracks (for it was my first time wearing shoes for somebody, and not a perfect experience here, definitely). Hahaha. Or this can otherwise be called, a cloudy day.
Victor's become the heir of my position as the auxiliary staff in the office. Reckon the national softball player will have a good time partnering Bernard my buddy after today. The office has sorta become the injured sportsmen's lair or something. Haha. Take care of that toe, man. Though this for sure reminds me of so many people telling me the exact same thing other than that's my ankle instead of a toe a few months back. Pass it down, pass it down, pass it, pass it, pass it down, etc.
Well, for now, can't wait for tomorrow. It's gonna be quite a morning ride across the island from Alexandra to Khatib. So long (literally and not literally)!
Victor's become the heir of my position as the auxiliary staff in the office. Reckon the national softball player will have a good time partnering Bernard my buddy after today. The office has sorta become the injured sportsmen's lair or something. Haha. Take care of that toe, man. Though this for sure reminds me of so many people telling me the exact same thing other than that's my ankle instead of a toe a few months back. Pass it down, pass it down, pass it, pass it, pass it down, etc.
Well, for now, can't wait for tomorrow. It's gonna be quite a morning ride across the island from Alexandra to Khatib. So long (literally and not literally)!
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Prudish
Cheeky Monkey yesterday was pretty much a turn-off. Realised somehow it's become the non-Chinese club or something. Then hopped to Chinablack's NUS Science Bash with Leon, and got even more heartbroken by the clubbing scene in Singapore these days. Got quite a few glasses of drinks with the big man though. Sigh. Where've all the flowers gone.
Playing ball at NUS every friday lately is some really good time spent. Weibo, Don, ZK and I are enjoying every bit of the moment on court when we still can as a team. Realised that the chemistry among us never becomes physics. Haha. And getting to see different groups of ex-schoolmates in the university is a pleasant surprise every time.
Gonna get posted to Khatib Camp next thursday onwards (for the rest of my NS days, or rather, years) and heard it's probably a staying-in one for me. But it's more anticipation and anxiety than procrastination and freaking out for me. Was warned by ZK that the camp is as ramshackle as the old RJC, but wasn't it nice a cosy place back at Mount Sinai? Haha. Hopefully so too.
Playing ball at NUS every friday lately is some really good time spent. Weibo, Don, ZK and I are enjoying every bit of the moment on court when we still can as a team. Realised that the chemistry among us never becomes physics. Haha. And getting to see different groups of ex-schoolmates in the university is a pleasant surprise every time.
Gonna get posted to Khatib Camp next thursday onwards (for the rest of my NS days, or rather, years) and heard it's probably a staying-in one for me. But it's more anticipation and anxiety than procrastination and freaking out for me. Was warned by ZK that the camp is as ramshackle as the old RJC, but wasn't it nice a cosy place back at Mount Sinai? Haha. Hopefully so too.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
On Art and Life
It woulda been more appropriate a title if it's something like "On Art and Science". Although not having read the rest of John Ruskin's literature, reckon he makes much better of a architectural or material scientist than a art historian from his detailed description of Gothic cathedrals and usefulness of Iron. Fortunately did I only pick up this tiny book in the library and not from Borders (think it would be a tat more meaningful to indulge my taste buds in a restaurant than plainly staring at the attractive cover of this book). Nonetheless the language was a smoothie.
Anyways, realised lately that I've been not only splurging a lot, but also digging hard from my mom's purse. Went out with my parents yet again yesterday, as a good boy, and was rewarded like a good boy (with another round of shopping spree). Haha. And I've ascertained that I'm no match to my buddies like Honk and Bernard, who earn money religiously and spend what they earn by themselves. Arghz. Well, what can I do. Useless.
McDonald's is ruining my image. Dip Jack doesn't sound cute.
Anyways, realised lately that I've been not only splurging a lot, but also digging hard from my mom's purse. Went out with my parents yet again yesterday, as a good boy, and was rewarded like a good boy (with another round of shopping spree). Haha. And I've ascertained that I'm no match to my buddies like Honk and Bernard, who earn money religiously and spend what they earn by themselves. Arghz. Well, what can I do. Useless.
McDonald's is ruining my image. Dip Jack doesn't sound cute.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Teach your grandma to suck eggs
MES Family Day turned out to be something like a sauna session at Marina South, and Carl's Junior went way busted with their Famous-star and Super-star being Whopper versions 1.1 and 2.0. The day was almost wasted till I decided to go for a body massage. Not too bad after all.
Dang. Just realised that I've been spending Yussof Ishaks like a girl. Not controlling my desires has really proved costly lately. Like I've told Mingjing yesterday, I'm really in need of an intelligent and trustworthy personal financial manager (or, managers. Haha.) before I go broke. S-O-S.
Anyways, National Day's over. We're back to camp. Tomorrow will be quite a nightmare. In what's known as the OCS lingo, according to Hocks, reckon it's gonna feel like ten times monday blue. And, where's my posting order?
Dang. Just realised that I've been spending Yussof Ishaks like a girl. Not controlling my desires has really proved costly lately. Like I've told Mingjing yesterday, I'm really in need of an intelligent and trustworthy personal financial manager (or, managers. Haha.) before I go broke. S-O-S.
Anyways, National Day's over. We're back to camp. Tomorrow will be quite a nightmare. In what's known as the OCS lingo, according to Hocks, reckon it's gonna feel like ten times monday blue. And, where's my posting order?
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
The return
Hanging over at Bernard's right now. My back's aching all over after the party at Gotham yesterday. It was way too packed over there and we couldn't even find a spot to sit and chill for a bit. If not for his supermodel friends we won't be some happy people with a Happy National Day slogan lingering around today. The club was pretty cool (it's pretty big compared to the few in town), apart from the busted speakers which killed the atmosphere at around 1am leaving the dance floors empty.
And my utter apologies to ZK. Kick me during training or something to shake me off my guilt, please. Dang. I know how it feels when things turn out like that. Have a nice holiday, man.
Happy 40th birthday, Singapore.
And my utter apologies to ZK. Kick me during training or something to shake me off my guilt, please. Dang. I know how it feels when things turn out like that. Have a nice holiday, man.
Happy 40th birthday, Singapore.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Open-ended
Manhattan Fish Market is way beyond expectation! Simply good stuff. My hitch-hiker's guide to fine dining didn't get me wrong this time. Thanks dude. Anyways it was one good catching up session with Mich. Can't wait for next mid-year to come. That'll be the time everything about university and my life is settled. Right now my heart seems to be floating around like Casper. Haha. Land of the Dead is not too good a horror movie. Don't watch it with a full stomach though. It ain't very healthy watching heads and limbs being torn from torsos. :D
This is a good quote from John Ruskin, "You much either make a tool of the creature, or a man of him. You cannot make both. Men were not intended to work with the accuracy of tools, to be precise and perfect in all their actions. If you will have that precision out of them, and make their arms strike curves like compasses, you must unhumanize them." Haha.
This is a good quote from John Ruskin, "You much either make a tool of the creature, or a man of him. You cannot make both. Men were not intended to work with the accuracy of tools, to be precise and perfect in all their actions. If you will have that precision out of them, and make their arms strike curves like compasses, you must unhumanize them." Haha.
