because

Dear Aunties,

The Lunar New Year's the time fer Black Jack, not match-making. So please stop shoving you family friends' daughters in my arms.

Your Favourite Nephew,
Louis

hours to reunion dinner

Valentine's was just another day. Went shopping with parents instead, which was a disaster, socially. Try getting yer dad to embarrass you in front of cute chics.

But what I'm really upset about is the loss of my trademark metallic red framed spectacles. Now, I'm wearing this dumb makeshift pair. With my new haircut, it makes me look like Ryu disguised as Clark Kent.

Go with the contacts. Definitely.

alternate liftestyle

That was one helluva crazy field camp. One word: sandy. My lungs are probably coated with more layers than the Earth's crust. Gotta admit, t'was pretty damn fun. I saw apaches. With cocky pilots that taunted us with their propellers. And snipers. That got chased by wild boars. Mission ended earlier than schedule and we were back at camp in no time, as usual. It sure pays to have superiors who prefer being around pillars rather than trees.

A last minute assignment of duty on Friday. Great. Just when I had to book out. At least I'm done with that and there goes my ratio for this month, ha, guard duty on the 21st cancelled! Woot. Would've been anyway fer me, Daddy's birthday. Breezed through and reached home Saturday morning, had to meet Ben and gang fer Apocalypto. All were late, sure, back in civi-mode. Took a train down with Shawn and grabbed a quick bite at LJS before buying the tix with Seah. Awesome movie. Hmmm. Doubt I'd be able to run fer consecutive nights to save my ass. And the baby jaguar was damn cute, by the way. Kama, who seemed awfully fine for someone who got 4 stitches dead center of the scalp caused by a falling rock, and Bear joined us after the flick, when we starting strolling aimlessly along central Singapore. Settled with pool as a time killer before heading fer the concluding venue, Double O.

Oh. My. God. Never in my life had I a clubbing experience so damn happening. Retro night. Met the others and got the party started. Apparently, late is still early for the night scene. It was still empty when we got there, which was kinda annoying because we were only given a tiny table for 12 army guys to share because the most of the area was reserved. Oh well. The drinking games began. Lost once and had to give my number away. Who knew I would've gotten a reply the next day? Thanks, Selena. =) Possessed by vodka and progressively letting loose, I reached that "oh-I-think-I-should-stop-now" level. The group were blabbering on about another place to go to so I put them in a cab and sent them there, then took my own taxi home. Okay, almost gone. I couldn't figure out which key opened my lock. Took me about 2 minutes to get into my house. Dropped as soon as I saw my bed.

Good Morning, Louis. You still have yer contact lenses on. Yeah, took you long enough to notice. Take'em off and go eat the chicken rice Daddy bought. Thank goodness my parents were busy gardening or they would have definitely sent me to the doctor's for laughing at myself while eating as I thought about last night. Tried to shake off the little vibe still clinging on, washed up and was out. Needed to get stuff fer CNY fast. Unfortunately, the result was a pair of grey berms and a pink polo from Bugis. No time. Gotta book back in. Probably do some last minute on V-Day. So, advanced warning to you loser girls out there, stop shoving baskets of roses in my face, I'm not buying them.

PS: I love it when people pluck dance moves from the 70s-80s.

deep shit

Haven't read the monthly horoscope yet but I bet my one goes a 'lil something like this:

"Brace yerself. February's gonna hurt."

journalized

Thought I could have gotten a little bit of rest when my hardcore Vanna White-fashioned guard duty ended on the morning of Wednesday. Fell out straight back to bunk to get a nice cold and soapy shower before walking into the Diet Coke of Hell. No sleep. Work was murder with eleventh hour updates on logistics, which literally almost got me killed. Although I can't help but think that if it were anyone else, they would already not be breathing. Know me, love fronting upon stress, left for the cafeteria to enjoy some nice fried bee hoon and a bowl of iced aloe vera with longans. Settlement of administrative matters definitely are much easier to down with the absence of tension, however, it was taken into hands by the powers that be. 0_0 Adding to the suck level, with the rather horrible office day just about over, my sergeant major walks up in my face, casually bearing bad news that he usually does, about training. What's with this camp and it's habitual system of sudden change in activities? For you guys out there, don't go, "It's the army, dammit." because stuff like that is planned, for real y'all. Okay... I'm not one to bitch but it was night's out. A simple compromise for postponing would suffice IF I hadn't already promised Greg and gang to meet up... Well, either way, I wasn't gonna stay back for some dumb training, haha.

Fast forward to Orchard Emerald. Took a train down to Somerset to meet Greg, Varian and Gayle fer dinner. Exactly have no idea what blinded me from the choice of beautiful hotdogs they sold up to date, the Spicy Chilli Dog shall be my new usual fer MOS Burger. Jalapenos. Mmmm. Nadine and her friend Carrie joined us later on to check out -gasp- PARADIGM INFINITUM! The guys nicknamed it Geek Central and I soon found out why. Wasn't really a sad place to be in but it'd creep some girls out. Many grown men living out board games as realistically as Neo and Morpheus having sparring sessions. The sex shop Condomillion, just one floor below, would've had a more comfortable vibe. Bought a set of blue/gold dice. From PI, that is, not the rubber dick stall. We browsed quite a bit while waiting for Kev, who met us around HMV and we visited Borders. Phased through the various sections where I became the butt of all King jokes. Har har. -_-

It's always nice to at least hang around some part of town especially since I've been cooped up indoors recently. McCafe was perfect fer the smokers. Sat and chatted about stuff from school to TV serials till it was time to disperse fer home in cabs, which I took with Kev and Greg. Noticed a coupla changes around the house, being gone only a few days. The 'rents did a good job getting the front garden renovated, though it's still in progress. Was too tired to enjoy the new shelter and crawled up onto my room. Dunno where the extra energy comes from to turn on the computer but I did anyway so I could read up rules on D&D, which drained me totally. Napped for the return trip to camp this morning, probably the first time I drooled in the car. Practically was dragging my ass around subconsciously with constant replenishment from cans of 100 PLUS.

Spent the day deciphering a fucking long list of codewords for the upcoming exercise on hard copies, with running conversations of the most unsporting soccer match this year... Really. Not. Fun. It was sort of payback for the screw up yesterday, I guess. Karma. So at least I left the compound with a good weight of my shoulders. Another train buddy today. Johnathan. Yay. Okay. Hardo Gay.

Finally, back at Simei. Dinner with Mommy and Daddy. Then shopped for tidbits to prepare for outfield, heh. Got myself a huge basket. Maybe a little too much. Felt like therapy. Felt good. Until I saw the salesman on his iGallop.

PS: EastPoint now has Long John Silver's. One less reason to leave the neighbourhood. ^_^

omoshiro momoshiro

Little Lulu's going to be a busy bee this week, or two.

Another duty at the gates in the morning of tomorrow. And I'm sure all you grasshoppers know that this drone's gonna be working hard this weekend. With stuff, is all I can say. Not like you'd care with the small talk. Pfft. However, I don't really feel so bad about it and although some of you are familiar with my laid-back attitude, sure are in a state of shock with my feelings toward the current situation. Frankly, I would like to state that I now realise how comfortable I am with my job scope... I've come to the understanding that when an individual is in a place of work, why be so hard on yourself with all the dislike about unvoluntary action when you can make yerself feel at home? -the aspiring hero folds his arms as eyes squint into the setting sun, breeze in the hair and a gracefully lifted cape- Muaha.

Or it could be that I'm now entitled to a day's off every alternate week. Given. Sweet, 'innit? Heh.

PS: Beginner's luck. D&D as a Frenchy with a 69 finisher before book-in. Le awezame.

got concrete?

Watching the sunrise doesn't sound as cool as it does in the movies... Especially when you're stuck in a ride lacking air-conditioning with a one-liner captain along cemetry backyards, sand in yer teeth, plus enough of it in yer hair to equivalently rival at least 3-star strength Gatsby wax with zero shine, layers of cooling powder coated on the skin with sweat collected over 48 hours, repellant-resistant mosquitos pricking through raw make-up to literally suck face, listening to a radio that only broadcasts voices of husky corporals, dimsum effect in the boots and munching on dusty apricot energy bars.

Hey, I'm not complaining. It's just the sunrise part. Painfully slow... -_-

On the whole, I pretty much have to comment that this exercise went rather smoothly. It ended with the "Hey that wasn't so bad, eh? Plus with finished the missions a day and a half earlier than schedule!" reaction. You could say we all feel like a buncha old birds now. There was a sense of nostalgia as I passed the old training grounds into deployment. Sounds pretty sad on the surface, heck, most of you wouldn't know what in the world I'm blabbering about anyway. Of course, after every field camp, it's just tradition to do a minor civilian conversion course. Call it incentive. You'd die if you stay in.

Now I'm free from the 106 guys and 2 girls, time capsule closes again on Sunday night.

Oh yeah, let's dance.

'tis the season to be omfgolly

Guess who's back, oh yeah. Ecstatic, I am. Tired as well. So. Many. Full. Stops. Short bursts. Zzzz.

-ahem-

Tanned from duty. Wet from training. And the forecast states that I'll be missing out on alot of civilian action fer da next three months due to outfield activities. Heh, finally like a soldier. So shut yer pieholes, guys.

Anyway, this is it. Despite the fact that I'm gonna burn my birthday, my heart floats everytime I think that after March, I've already got one foot out the army. And...

Fuck lah, this dick behind me is watching standup comedy at full volume so I can't think straight. Will post again soon, friends. -_-

all is well

After a week of financial losses, a bruised nose and broken thumb, plus a coupla abrasions, I was able to kick back and enjoy handicapped PS2 versusing. After which a Merc cab happened to pass by and fetch me home to my sleep-in Sunday morning. It's still raining. But I'm going out. It's my first D'n'D session.

PS: I got converted. zomg l33t!!!!!11

woe is me

I think I did more rolling today than Dan Hibiki, Duck King and Blanka did combined in their lifetimes. And while I'm typing this, my brain is still stimulating endless spins. It was crazy but progressive training has given me the ability to do a decent Crack Shoot. In a way. Hmm. After lunch, it was some taste of reality. Well, I volunteered to be the detainee in my group as I took on two guys. After more than one god damned looong minute, I gave in in fear of my nose getting flattened. Of course, anywhere, but the face. Nothing much on that, today was all training, training, training. Heh, come tomorrow, it's actual sparring. At least that's what they call it, with those red and blue cushioned helmets and those bolster stick thingies. Woot.

Too bad a little fun has to be balanced with spoilers. I'm totally cutting off non-CNY gambling. Forever. Time to be thrifty.

PS: Well whaddya know? A heartache REALLY IS much more painful than a body ache.

how credible is yer mom

What a ticklish day. Never have I giggled so much from being choked. I thought pretty much that most of the applied moves today was crap. Alot of Puttyman action, like in Power Rangers, with the "ah-yuuuh!" here and the "haiyaah!" there. On the other hand, well, actually both(pardon the pun), ooh the sore forearms. T_T

I actually felt like staying in today. Planned to watch The Arena, in which I did. Awesome local series. Reminds me of my sharp-tongued days back in secondary school. Totally laughed my ass off with the wittyness. Some'a da kids actions were pretty cute, what funky humour. Haha.

Hmmm, nothin' much fer now. Just felt like giving you guys the lowdown on what my army life is like. And now if ya don't mind, I'd very much like to log off and stroll to the gates as the delivery man should be here with my Chicken Foldover very soon.

Cheers. ^_^

PS: Learning to roll tomorrow...
Press button AB simultaneously.

predictable

The past two days mark my first stay-home weekend of the year. At least it came out productive, well, in a way. Wikipedia got me sittin' on my hot ass the entire day, reading up on stuff from rules of volleyball to Godzilla. Which brings me to a matter on the latter for all you old-school fans out there. Mothra, right? In case you have no idea that is, that's one of the radiated iguana's rivals. As suggests, it's a friggin' humungous moth. It was a larvae once and silked itself to the Eiffel Tower. Now, it's probably because I've watched too much Discovery Channel and am debating against the natural animalistic mentality of finding secure housing as much as how my little brother bitched on about how DeathNote would deem impossible to exist due to some omnipotent scientific theory. But. If you were a giant larvae, and you're ready to evolve into a legendary Metapod, would you anchor yourself on something that cannot carry your weight(Paris' Eiffel Tower, in this situation)? Oooh, it's not that, mister, I just wanted to knock something over... Heh, I will never understand kaiju movies. Yeah, I still watch them, don't judge me. It's fer the laughs.

I only remembered this morning that this week has a close combat crash course scheduled fer us. Learnt a bit on reversal moves today. Waste of time. OMG I'm starting to talk like my favourite kobudo fighting game character!

so exciting

By the time I write my own version of "The 12th Day Of Christmas", it'd be over. So I'll just go easy.

The first week of the year has been might fine. Sure throws the whole boring phase out the window. Ha, the first working day was awfully dramatic... Full of guys signing extras and more. I dare say, damn happening. Lol. I won't go deeper into it 'cos you guys obviously wouldn't understand. But on the surface, sure seems like everyone misses work.

Today, the company cohesion. Apparently the men had organised sort of an Amazing Race type competition(when I won a Topman gift card, yay). And we had to complete as many stations as possible in 1 and a half hours. We ran fast, we saw chics, we had fun. However, Sentosa does not have much life on weekdays, Fridays inclusive. We did feed our sugar-hungry eyes, though. Boob-infested private pools. And stuff... Haha. *ahem* I learnt how to play volleyball, still a newb but not a noob. Heterosexually commenting, it was one of the most enjoyable male-bonding session. Pure, loud and rough army guy fun. The way to let loose. Time sure flies when you're acting like an idiot, owning the beach with hysterical laughs and thrash-talking. Dunno why I wasn't much of a sun-and-sand guy... All called it a day after 7 hours of ultraviolet soaking, only with croissants and potatoes in our tummies.

The wave didn't end there. Met up with Khai and Dhaniah over at Bugis fer dinner, Eugene joining us later. The King of Lateness got a job. AT THE ARCADE, of all places. OMG so cliche. For a hardcore gamer. The news still tickles me, man. XD

PS: Aaah, the little home of the Merlion hasn't totally been reconstructed but it'll sound kinda fun to go explore one of these days. Didn't get to check out much with our jockey behaviour this afternoon. Reminds me of the old days of vodka-fuelled campfires in Siloso. Would be nice to relive it soon. After all, my new year's resolution is simple: Keep it fun and easy. If things go wobbly, just take it like a bitch. =)

zero seven

Happy New Year, peeps.

Today marks the first "bumming indoor" day of the year. The post-party vibe has depleted and I've gotta book in tonight, based on "special instructions".

Okay, so there was still a party at Sentosa. Curse advertising. I shall not believe in the local media anymore. "Ooooh, come to VivoCity, organising partner of the main countdown party in association with MediaCorp!", puhlease. Well, I didn't exactly regret it but I missed a beach party. Oh well... We arrived fashionably late, although not for the countdown. Johnathan and Hady were up giving their wishes before Matilda went up to sing. Ugh. Singapore Idols and Project Superstars. It's no wonder the place was crowd-free. Then K-Fed... I mean, Gurmit Singh appeared. At least the previous Miss Singapores made my day. Wow, man-eaters. Applying the skill of elusion and agility, we jumped the fence for a closer look at the yummies. Heh. Loser policemen.

It wasn't that big a deal on my standards on the whole, but hey, 2007, mofo. I can feel it. I can touch it. Civilian life. -twinkle-

finally

The celebrative move is not born from reflecting on the year, more of longing for the next year. Ah but just fer da heck of it, let's check out what happened in 2006.

Year's naughty world moments:
-The Croc Hunter got killed. By a stingray.
-James Brown died on Monday. Must be the blues.
-Indian runner wins DOHA women's championship. Not a woman.
-Pluto is no longer considered a planet. Pfft.
-Italy won the World Cup for the 4th time. Cheats.
-Pope Benedict XVI quotes critisism on Islamic faith. Of all the time in the world.
-Thaksin got overthrown. HA!
-Many Nintendo Wii players lodge major complains about causing injury. Then don't throw the controller, idiots.
-Saddam meets his maker. After pissing 3 US Presidents off.

Sure as hell it might've sounded exciting if it all occured on one day and you were flippin' channels. But still, hell, nobody really cares after a coupla minutes.

New year come quick.

PS: I could just be a little anxious about it because, based on Western astrology, 2007's the year of the Pisces. =)

rise of the silver surfer

I always thought that he was just super metallic being with ultimate strength and some psychic powers or something. It may not seem like much, but the display of his power in the new Fantastic Four trailer was oh-my-goodness, although it's not my most anticipated film of next year.

Ya know what I'm talking about, guys. That's right. TMNT. My family just gave me the disturbing stare. It's not like I'm watching Dora The Explorer or something. Come on, we grew up with these half-shells. They're like... Awesome. Mundo cool. Like... Cowabunga, DUDE! Remember?

Leonardo, he's the leader of the team~
Donatello is the one who makes machines~
Raphael is cool but crude~
Michaelango's just a party dude~
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles~ x3
Heroes in a half-shell.
TURTLE POWER!

And don't ask me to shut up, or I shall resort into bonding you to a sofa where you can watch that retarded Captain Planet video clip. Forever.

PS: America is starting her celebration early this year. Saddam just got hanged. Just thought you guys, who don't read the papers, would like to know.

it's raining emo

'bummer doing duty on boxing day.

Bah, it's not like I got any presents to begin with... Plus it was awfully cliche. Stuck in an empty office watching talkshows, Mr Bean and Cold Case. Not to mention the rain, which amplified the already sad scene. Sure as hell for every drop that pushed Singapore down, all the more I had to be out for the countdown of the year. There was no way I was gonna stay indoors and witness the telecasted fun. Local television broadcasts should just close down on these major holidays, then people will find more interesting things to do, rather than say, "why go there when I can catch all the excitement from here?"... I mean, this'll be a good chance for the government to rid those couch potatoes. Your myopia prevention campaign'd be successful.Which brings me to related subject, the news revealed that doctors have discovered a new way to increase the rate of eye recovery with the transplant of tissue, from your friggin' mouth. So you people on this diamond/crab/garden/wtf land who take everything on health for granted just because there's almost a cure for everything you have, try asking a friend to lick you eyeballs the next time you have a sore. Okay, that's not even the point. But it really makes me scorn to realise that our country doesn't even have a festive spirit. Even the ones below 18 are trying so hard, with the bloody foam. Pfft.

Back on track, I'm dying. Friggin' rotting to death. Urgh. Like. Castaway or something. Socially, that is. Khairul was right. It IS the time of the year that reflects how fucked up you really are... Omg, at least Mr Bean had a girlfriend. -_-

.....

Or maybe local TV's plan's just the opposite. 'cos it made me feel real shitty. Hmmmmm. Ah well, there goes my off day, what a nap. Gotta get back in the green, black and brown in about 30 minutes.

TOOT.

PS: Sorry, Janice, I was asleep. =P But hey, you didn't get the tickets, haha.

omg

First time in months I've been stuck in camp fer so long... I've got a tan now too. And still have no date fer X'mas/New Year.

... Oh well.

At least I got new shoes.

PS: And here's the video of the week.

spotlight in darkness

Bet you couldn't care less on how my weekend went. I'm here to reveal all, anyway, muaha.

Was too damn lazy to type crap since Friday night. After the happy hour, it made me realise how unhappy I was... To result into one sad mofo of a man. WHY? Because.

So sinful. I have turned into an evil conscience. There was this guy on the train wearing a t-shirt that listed the seven deadly sins. Gluttony has been controlling me since my father bought tons of chocolates to decorate the house for this festive season. Greed and Pride has been possessive of my mind as I play around with really high stakes. Envy and Lust, you should know. Heh. Hmmm. As I read, I realised that I have all. Well, except Wrath. I'm too Sloth to go Wrath. And now I'm too Sloth to carry on the subject.

-skip-

Saturday was painfully spent with those of the same blood tree. These dinners are so The OC. Again, the Sloth overcomes. Really, it's not a you-don't-wanna-know-thing.

-skip-

I was on duty, need I say more...?

-skip-

This week's forecast. Bombs and parades. Yay. -_-

PS: Current sin status -- 11% Greed, 24% Gluttony, 28% Envy, 37% Sloth, 100% single. Catch my drift?

ham and cheese

Every single person at the range was running his mouth of about marksmanship until the night shoot... That's all I can say. At least I won the bet.I have to be up in less than 4 hours' time and yet, here I still am. Had another KOF session over in Tampines, Shen Woo rules. Yay, got back my controller. Anyway, in half a day from now, there's supposed to be a gathering at our specialists' mess. Whoopie. -_- Foresee 6 months' supply of Tiger going down by stomache. And they "bought" girls. As expected of our superiors to fully utilise the funds. Oh well, I guess I should just look forward to the free dinner...

Gaaah, shan't think of more food. >_<

PS: Hopefully, I win some extra cash before the next book-in, intend to sell my post-Christmas duty shift.