his million complaints

i never dared to talk to her. i never was a singer. but i imitated the sound of buses and that became good vocal training. i never knew how to draw. but i loved drawing buses and that became good drawing lessons. i never knew how to dance. but i loved to bounce and wriggle. i never knew how to run. but i love to leave everyone behind the race track. im just reminding me that im good. cheer up adam. everything will be fine. overcommitment is always a good thing for me. cos when i overdo something, i tend to be good in it. so dont listen to what they have to say adam. smile.

"ini army?" my mom asked cos she saw how huge everyone in platoon 1 were. ________________

in the beginning, i never liked them. i never thought that i would fall for guys with sweet saccharine voice. nevermind the fact that one of them is gay. but i just cant believe that after 9 years, im still listening to them. and i cant believe that i bought their albums. tsk tsk. i was only 12 years old when Umi asked me in class "Are you gay? how come you only listen to boybands?" westlife [UK / US](1999) the first song i heard from them was 'Swear It Again'. an OK track i must say, especially when im only like in Primary 5 going to 6. 'If I Let You Go' stuck to my head for sometime. and right then i knew, im a sucker for this guys. when they were recording 'Flying Without Wings', Simon Cowell called in all the journalists and media people to come see. and Simon said that the song would be a number 1 hit. indeed. 'Fool Again' is deane's most hated song. i dont mind, cos not everyone's a fan other singles you might have heard "I H

really, i have tried a whole lotta different cough relieve syrup. but they only soothe and not cure. Strepsils Cough Syrup Nin Jiom Pei Pa Kao Pei Pa Lo Woods Peppermint Cough Syrup and many other randoms. but the best for me is Strepsils Cough. Nin Jiom is the sweetest. Strepsils Cough tastes the worst. ___________________ and i have a cute container in my drawer where i place all my medicine and first aid. how cute. "you still use the key to lock (the personal drawer) ah?" derrick asked "ya. why?" "we all dont lock sia" leon replied "i value my privacy." i replied and because i dont trust them

now, here's a guide to all my mates whom have yet to enlist. just in case you might find difficulties. this is what i suggest you bring. Strepsils or any other lozenges Cough syrups Muscle Balm you're bound to fall sick within the first month. the nights are cold. real cold. and your body will ache for sure. so balms are best companion. Toothpicks Cottonbuds food will get stuck in your wisdom tooth and ears need a lil cleaning too y'know. its all about hygiene. dont be caught without it Cleaning agent Rag this will be essential during 'Area Cleaning' every morning. dust everywhere. tekong dust is thick i tell you. PSP/DS or any other gaming device extra batt for your hp and your gaming device and i bring my iPod and Creative as well... when you get lonely, you'd know where to turn to. and im just glad that my hp has got a standby time of 390 hours. but i cant say the same for my psp. Deodorant Deodorant Spray i know i know, your buddy might stink without his deo

we all get bored during our free time. plus the fact that we're just left with 10 bunkmates dont help either. 20 more weeks to go in Basic Military School. so really, what do we do when we do nothing? stone. well, 7 out of 10 will be psp-ing 1 out of 10 will be DS-ing 1 out of 10 will be N-gage QD-ing and 1 will have nothing to do but sleep. do i miss home? not yet. i only miss my room. i miss being online. but then again, i'd rather sleep. __________________ while other bunks get bored and start to have 'blanket party' session (where they smack each other silly with pillows in the dark) i just lay on my bed with my deep red. noisy yes. crowded yes. more than 20 in a bunk pillowing each other. but i'd be carryin' on with my game. at one incident, Wan came up to me with a pillow. i stared at him and said, "don't hit me." i mumbled while my eyes were still glued to my psp "what are you playing?" wan asked i didnt reply. he looked at my game

a tired hangout it was. stoning and talking about life. it seems like me and deane are set to become truck/bus driver if we have no other choice. but till then, i'd be pursuing my aimless media career. if that fails, i'll try to be a fitness instructor or sign on being in the army. tsk tsk. _____________ "somewhere out there, there'll be 2 girls sitting there and waiting for the right guy. a mirror image of us" dm "just make sure they dont 'drain' my money"

she melted me. maybe she still does. maybe its all in the past. yeah thats it. in the past.

when i get pissed with everyone, i just walk out my bunk naked and take a cooldown bath. they have far worst temper than me. that i know. that we know. but my temper confuses people when its up, it plunges down immediately. but i feel the adrenaline pumpin in and gushing out. "your temper up down up down. i confused sia" YH said to me its PMS i tell you. but its my temper that they dont mind. but the others have ugly tempers. when its up, its forever up. tsk tsk. im good

i think you're givin' me butterflies in my stomach again. and to think that its been a while since i last saw your face... tsk tsk adam...

i stared at them. i punched with all my might. i jumped and kicked with full strength. i did a nice a grind. and they loved it. murmurs and mumbles came through the mist of melody blasting from the speakers. they looked smaller from where i was. i was on stage. doing aerobics. a role model to encourage others to do better and not to give up. i burnt calories like a mole rat diggin' holes. before all that buzz... before i was onstage... what happened was... "is your friend alright? how come he's so ON?" "were you a boxer?" "are you gay?" my answer is simple. "i was a dancer" are you confused yet? nevermind then.

struggle struggle. i cant do many. and its a gloomy night right now. its been a while since i've touched my laptop. and mainland seems foreign to me. deane and me were drained and juiced out but we still made a point to chill at vivo. i dont know whats runnin through my head right now. its getting dizzy. ........

chanced upon this on lynn's blog... so i shall follow suit... for the excuse of not having any topic to blog... Leave a comment here and I'll 1. Tell you why I befriended you. 2. Associate you with a song / movie. 3. Tell a random fact about you. 4. Tell a first memory about you. 5. Associate you with an animal / fruit / food. 6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. I'll respond to anybody whom I've seen or know :) Even if I don't talk to you.

IPPT GOLD a big dream. to achieve that requires me to get >246cm for Standing Broad Jump >11 chin ups <10.2 sec for Shuttle Run <10:10 for 2.4 km but currently i am at least 20-30 cm short for SBJ 10 short for chin ups and i can ace Shuttle run and 2.4km. we'll see what the future holds. "thats how you're supposed to do it" sgt feroz said to the rest while i was jumping over hurdles "wah" sgt md nur said after i jumped for SBJ "you which platoon?" sgt yiqun asked "platoon 3" "aiya wasted" he replied cos platoon 4 has got the most number of possible passes. look at what commitment did to me. i really tend to overdo things. aiming for Best Recruit maybe.

here's to the girl who has a strong immunity and is forever a bag of bones. HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. game on.

on that note, happy birthday mufujifi. may all the good things hit you on this very day.

if Strepsils dont seem to aid you enough, its only natural for you to move on to something which is a top notch better. in which, i took on Strepsils with numbing action. but for a recruit who does nothing but shouting, that dont seem to be enough to ease his throat. so what i recommend to other singers or people who need to ease that pain, head on to Guardian or your local pharmacy and get yourself Cepastat. its an anaesthetic antiseptic lozenges. whats more is that its sucrose free. meaning i can bring it in to camp. but its double the price compared to strepsils. a pack of 16s can make you $8.25 poorer. but the effect is wonderful i tell you, just that your breath smells like antiseptic and it reminds you of the scent you get in the clinics or hospital, whichever you prefer.

oh me oh my. i've been outdated.in terms of bus knowledge that is. while offshore, there was wind of a new service 128 while i was reading TODAY newspaper. a direct ripoff of the MRT line. but when i was in mainland, i realised there was more. Premium 587 was introduced from WDL to ORC/Shenton Way. flat fare of $5. wow. "the new buses have infiltrated services at my area" hasif told me "like? 291?" "291 293, its kinda weird..." "its weird cos feeders dont usually get new buses" i replied more random news would be withdrawal of Cityshoppers 551, 575, 577 and 580. intro of Premium 563 and 564. and her wheels have been painted Black already. future approved services, Off Peak 41, Crossterritorial 117 Peak Hour 16. future withdrawal of 115 and more Premium services to be released. *info obtained from LTA

"maybe this decision was a mistake" me and shawnrick both instinctively sang that line together... 171 TIB 562 C with thanks to the Night Festival 08 on going at Stamford Rd, the driver took a wrong turn while on the pre-planned detour. thus, we toured around the Chinatown area. in which we were not supposed to. especially when its around 2330. extra especially when i have to make a transfer and not wanting to take a Nightrider home. i only managed to hop onboard the last 174 for the day at 0005hrs outside the MICA building. single deck didnt make it better. significantly cos the guy beside me was eating a double cheeseburger. but nonetheless, i was pleased. pleased because i finally can talk. i've gotten my voice back. "ee, scary lah, dont talk like that can? i prefer your old voice" Vig said on the first day i lost my voice.

"im kinda afraid of you." sgt shafi said to me "why?" "im not sure of your sexuality" within the next few hours, he commented again while we were sitting on the bench after dinner. "im kinda afraid of you." sgt shafi said "why? what did i do?" "you're eccentric"

here's a post dedicated to Swine. real name Jeremy Heng. i used to call him Smiling Buddha. and apparently, that name held some truth in it. whats the deal? swine was in Bronco company. the company next to my company. the company where the recruit died. but thats not the point here. i chanced upon him on the 19th at Far East. he was with QJ and YY. so i was just standing there next to them waiting for the right moment to say 'hi'. swine donned a beanie then. then i heard swine speaking in a rather raspy voice. i thought he had a bad throat or something something. so i called out, "swine!" "aye...!" he replied in a raspy tone. "so how come you're not in bronco anymore?" i asked. and whatever he murmured later i couldnt catch.he took off his beanie and to my surprise, that was this huge scar above his forehead. and on his right side of his head, there was this dent. and i swear, i saw his brain pumping. i was so shaken that i couldnt ask anym

hasif shawnrick and me saw the female singer we once met at the vocalists chalet. but this time, she was live in action up on stage at the Esplanade. it was dope nonetheless. but. theres always a but. the whole set list was sung in the same key. so much so, it made every single song quite similar to one another. a mirror image i must say. but nonetheless. she was attractive up on stage. she can sing but she cant host. but the point is. actually a shared point between me and shawn. "sheesh, i see her sing and i feel nostalgia" i said "this was where i first sang live with varian. makes me wanna sing again" i added "same" shawn said and we hi-5'ed. cuteness. take note that i've only recovered my talking voice. so my SAF Music Drama Company dream is still in the distance. i hope. but then again, i fear gaining weight when that happens.

its cold and itchy here in tekong. do you ever think of me? 4.4kg down. 20 more to go. possible? more then ever. especially when it comes to losing 1kg plus per week. its possible.

do you know that feeling... of being one of the pleasant looking people in the group. being in Eagles showed me that. im not saying the rest are ugly. but maybe ya. "what? who wanna fuck you? i rather fuck adam. at least i've got taste" leon said to dominic "adam, you look so good. i wanna lick your face right now" singh said to me jokingly (i hope) and while we were topless getting our second haircut, i heard the most gayest comment one could give. i had my eyes closed then "adam is hot la" alif said to me the other time, "the first time i saw you, i knew you're a 'bottom' and you're a bi" wows

in singapore, spirits and ghosts are just overrated stories told in camps or at slumber parties. theres really no truth to it. it doesnt exist. we all know that. but. theres always a but. i believe in spirits at least. and in singapore it aint common to see any and that is why we became less of a believer. but if you're at tekong and even worst, guard duty. sometimes you do see these things. im not saying they really exists. but they're there. you can really see them. all those stories of white things with hair, they're really there. but the only difference between the ones you see at tekong and the ones in movies, is that they do no harm. they're just there resting or floating. they dont attack you. so the next time i see them or it, i wanna ask questions as to why they're there. over at rocky hill, thats where Yankee and Zulu company are. theres also an abandoned building we're not supposed to do guard duty at. my friend got the shock of his life there. but h

now now, lets recap. each time i head down to the doctor, they love to give me peculiar answers to cover up for what they are unsure of. like the time when i had that weird painful ear infection that made me lose my sense of hearing.. "i've never seen this before. it looks like an infection. i'll get my other doctor to look at this" and the time with the weird swelling on my throat "hmmm, i'll get my senior doctor to see what this is" and this time at tekong, the Medical Officer said while looking at my skin "never seen this before.... weird. did you touch anything 'special'?" i wonder what other weird ailment i can get in future. but really, its painful and itchy. it could be heat rash plus infection. and its slowly spreading from the shoulder to the upper arm, to the elbow to the lower arm and to my legs and neck. tsk tsk. ugly.

what day is it today? really, at the point of typing this down, i don't really know which day this post will be published. and its really fun when i get back from camp and visiting my blog to see it updated. because really, i dont remember what i type and it feels like somebody else updated it for me. im guessing this one will appear on Friday. and usually Friday or should i say the day before, it'd be full of anticipation. while steering clear and trying hard not to get confinement or guard duty, it's always exciting to know which day and at what time the company gets to book out. "looking all around us, people everywhere children havin' fun, while we are holding guns"

blank. there you go. after typing many scheduled posts, my mind went dry. deep muziq is the proud (dwnld) owner of N.E.R.D's 3rd release, Seeing Sounds. and its always a bother when dope muziq is not bought. the only excuse i can give myself is, "oh, im going tekong now, so i have no time to go HMV" thats all i can think of. all this while i'm downloadin Loco Roco. i adore cute gibberish. ____________ when it comes to love, its an eyesore watchin couples havin fun. but when you are the one havin fun in love, its whole new war game right there.

i have a choice. its either i carry on or throw it away. i've had at least 6 years of vocal training. if i can ace that audition, then that means that after my 6 months in Tekong, i can join SAF MDC, which stands for Music Drama Company. which means a relaxing and enjoyable 1.5 years of NS before i comlete serving the nation. MDC, gurmit singh and hossan leong were from there too if im not wrong. dick lee? but i've killed my throat with all the shouting and screaming and smoking. tsk tsk. i've disappointed myself.

smoking in camp. its a privilege and not an obligation. its not a right. its the only time where i can get to see Singh stand still. determined to get his stick. the smoking point gets all foggy when we invade. its like a gambling den without the gambling. and when i smoke, i make sure that the smoke stays in me. i get high that way. and my head starts to spin and i have difficulties standing straight.

the rest look cute while marching. its like watching a bunch of giant Michelin mascot walking and swaying side to side. and its been a while since i've had chocolate. mmm, chocolate. its been a while since i've had subway mmm, subway its been a while since i've had coke errr, coke really. and the throat ulcers are killing me. swallowing is like slicing lemonade across pineapple pie with hair cream under clear moonlight.

Saturday 12 July so yes, i am glad i went out to vivo and gotten the things i need. things i purchased were Gilette Fusion 4 Blade refills Nail Clipper Nail Buffer 2 24s Strepsil numbing action lozenges Hugeass Nin Jiom Pei Pa Koa Adidas deo Ammeltz Yoko Yoko all that for $60. ooh the thrill, and after that a rewarding venti Dark Mocha Frap from Starbucks. oh, ciggy as well. tsk tsk. the thrill of going shopping! more more more! oh yeah, deane, shamer, mad and naz were there to chill at the rooftop. 2 army boy, 2 CD and one aimless. it was a soothing chillout where the 2 CD boys talked about Civil Defense stuff, naz discovering Patapon and shamer just basically there in the middle. and i realised a pattern here, naz worked at TRU paragon, whereas i was at TRU forum, he got into Scorpion, and im in Eagle. so talking to him was a cinch. so the hangout at the rooftop was erm nice. something to show that a 7 year friendship between us is still ongoing.

we were at the Multi Purpose Hall. and we had this Section Level Team Building Workshop going on. me and my other 9 bunkmates were sitting in a circle facing each other. we were instructed to tell each other what we LIKE and DISLIKE about Basic Military Training life. they share the same views of liking the life here and hating the mean sergeants and hate Saturday bookouts. im the last bed, so i get to voice out last. and when it came to my turn.. "i LIKE my cupboard" i said "the SAF cupboard?" hamzah asked "yes. and i DISLIKE my section mates" i replied there was an awkward silence. "what? we have to be honest here. and thats the truth" i added "huh? but we like you. i like you sia. and you hate us?" YH said "that means you dont like me?" Goggle asked jokingly "up to you" i replied

as i watched my bunkmate Nizam cried. i just stared. his cheating fiance has done it again. shes out with another man while my bunkmate is isolated and stranded here in camp. back in the days, i used to be the kind who would console you when you're crying, especially when it comes to getting hurt because of love and ish. i would offer advice, in which i usually i quote from love songs. i thought i could still be the same old caring guy i once was. i stared at him. and then i walked away and played my psp. im no longer a nice person.

my mom and sis always send me off at Pasir Ris. with the exception of this week. and my bunkmate YH said to me "you're so lucky. your mom sends you off. nobody wanna see me off" he said "wheres your mom? working?" i asked "she died last year"

too many men surrounding you can ungay you. especially offshore. really. softie nonetheless

you know that '13 beep chimes thingy' to signify that the doors of the trains are closing? well the new SMRT bus has it. and the 'rego' is SMB 1 H. recently brokedown at PIE. tsk tsk. towards Orchard. oh, the rims have been painted black already. sheesh

now here's the deal. i really hate my section mates. meaning my bunkmates. and i know, i am the kind who hates everyone. even at first impressions. and somehow that Scorpion bed 8 guy dont seem to understand why. now, i hate it when i have just made my bed, all smooth and crease free and wrinkle free, and my buddy leaves a handprint on it cos he wanted to 'see' it. after that, he turned to his bed and did not even bother to straighten my bedsheet back. really, a not so straight bedsheet can get you guard duty. in which one of my friend is doing so while im in mainland. and, im having a bad throat. so much so that i can even see the white ulcers. so night time can get really cold. and a quarter of us will end up coughing. so i lowered the speed of the fan from 3 to 2. that buddy of mine asked i coughed and coughed "you lowered the speed?" (translated cos he's a dumb typical malay) "ya. why? you want it to be cold?" i asked "ya" bahh, no sym

of all things black. something stood out. my black wallet, ipod, creative, nokia, acer and pouch. the deep red isnt following the flow. tsk tsk. apparently, deep red is one of my essentials in ns. its like the air, without it i'll die. so just black me up. even my jacket is black (and with a dollop of red)

the one i turn to when i book out. the only friend that i hang out with whenever i book out. and that is deane flasher. real name saifuddin. known him for 7 years and countin' lately, its been a routine for us to chill. last week and this week has got its similarities. sim lim for my psp needs heeren for our cd needs and then vivo for our thirst and chillout needs. while deane is a pro and loyal Coffee Bean drinker, i am a pro Starbucks. he'll never drink from Starbucks while i am otherwise. and we will settle our butts at Vivo rooftop every saturday night. talking about life and our progress. and we know, we will be friends for life. thats for sure, anyone need a friend for life as well?

and i do have friends. to add on, the nice ones in fact. you would see the glow in my face. knowing that they sent me there. they took the time off to send me offshore. and because i am still the most appreciative bugger ever. but i still remember my last few words to them before we parted ways. "i'd lose weight and you all will be attracted to me" dm "hur hur hur" trust me, if you have yet to enlist, bring a friend. or a couple of'em. and you'd love them for life.

if you live in bukit batok, you'd end up bumpin' into the guy living in Pasir Ris more often then your own neighbour. in which is totally true. i dont even see my neighbours often. rarely bump into each other outside anyway. but me and deane end up bumpin into zira more often than not. and zira now resides in malaysia. how near is that? but really. coincidence and bumpin in are pure luck. and the OCK promotional Chilli Crab Currypuff has a weird random peculiar taste. a rather arrogant taste i must say.

my phone's batt is still full. its been days. and whenever i boot up my phone, after the nokia logo appears, the welcome message will pop up. and it reads..."lonely?" because i know, i only switch on my phone whenever i am lonely. hoping to receive an sms or something something. if not, i'll switch it off. and proceed with doing my laundry before taking a full shower. whereby, i would spend time psp-ing before ipod-ing myself to sleep.

and suddenly, i love my name. unlike other recruits, they have lengthy names and weird acronyms. well mine is pretty short and simple to remember. and it looks pleasing to the eye. whenever i am on my way to book in at Pasir Ris Int, i get a lot of stares. not only does it happen to me. i realise that civilians love to read the name of the recruits. "everyone is lookin at you" hammy-d said to me while we were in the train "i know" dm and i am proud of my own number 4. (the uniform)

and i enjoy my 8gb space. packed filled with Spiderman 3 Scarface ProEvolution Soccer 2007 Spongebob Squarepants The Yellow Avenger The Simpsons 300 Flying Simulator Jackass Silent Hill Origins Prince Of Persia Revelation Patapon Hellboy Science Of Evil GTA Vice City Stories GTA Liberty City Stories Iron Man and apparently my top favourite game is Patapon and Spongebob followed by The Simpsons. these are my essentials before i go to sleep at 2230 in Tekong.

booking in at 1845. mom and hammy-d sent me off at Pasir Ris. sheesh. i left home at like 1615. dang. why must it be so far. "there you are, standin there" the 10 minute ferry ride from mainland to tekong never fails to instill joy and anxiety to us recruits. its forever noisy and full of chatter. i've gotten over the fact that i'm a bully target. in fact now, i am a blurter hurter. i'm freaking honest in my bunk. and im straightforward. "why are you so dumb? are you sure you're going to university? do you have a brain" i shouted to dominic. he's a nerd "kueh lapis! why your body got so many layers? how come your nipple is drooping down?" i commented at shiv "how come you head is larger than a human head?" i asked Rasheed in front of everyone. because i pick up the flaws of others and magnify it before they start attacking me first. "at least i dont need to go for swimming lessons" rasyid said to me sarcastically &qu

whenever i feel low about myself in camp. whenever weight lost and training gets a little too challenging. i open up my cupboard and look at the picture and smile. to remind myself of how happy i can be. not to mention light as well. "yes i know it might sound strange cos we just met, but i thank you in advance"

because honestly, im not truthful to anyone i know of. high 5! pon pon pata pon deane love the game as well.

whenever i book out and read my blog. i'd feel as if someone updated it for me. i wouldnt be able to recall me posting all those randoms. but yeah, i'm pleased. anyway, this would be the things i need to bathe and clean myself everyday Colgate toothpaste Oral-B toothbrush Gillete Shaver Dove Active Bodywash Head&Shoulder anti-dandruff shampoo Head&Shoulder hair conditioner Biore Mild Facial Wash Clean&Clear Moisturiser Nivea Cool roll on deodorant Prickly Heat powder here's a list of toiletries of my other bunkmate bodywash, toothbrush and toothpaste only thats all.

deep muziq is the proud owner of Ne-Yo's first and second album. as well as Usher's 1994 debut album. the ne-yos were only $9.95 at HMV's summer sale. whereas usher was only $1.95. a good buy that i can never miss. tsk tsk. when it comes to muziq, i disapprove of downloading. i prefer the old backhand medieval method. which is to purchase the album. echo after me..."wow" a total of $21.95 was spent. so i am fine.

because i am as dark as an indian boy. and because i have rashes all over me. and because i have a lot to say while in tekong. but i blanked out while blogging this. cheers and have a nice day civilians.

my bunkmate is so lazy. in fact, i have to pull his bedsheets for him, wipe his cupboard and clean up his trash while disappears in sight. and i did all this in the hope that we dont get confined during our weekend. or else, i wouldnt be able to update my blog. because, this is my last scheduled update for now. loves adam

"adam, don't be sad. smile. you know you're the cutest compared to the rest" and no, desmond aint gay. he was just tryna cheer me up. and oh, we got to watch Spiderman3 the other time. and it was my first time watchin it. and heck, i cried at the ending. tsk tsk. wrong move. especially when the lights went back on abruptly as soon as the start of the credits roll. grr

the rooms were to be inspected. the sergeants were coming already. my belt was loose. the pants of my number 4 was baggy. thus, i pulled out my belt and placed it in between my legs. oh the pain of it all. 1 day later when i reached mainland, i saw the mark it left. i injured my private area. all red and bloody. with thanks to the belt. i am in pain. :)

watching suicide videos disturbs the crap out of you. it sticks to your mind like a melody. i've been watching too many of it. and i believe that the consequences of that aint pleasant. its not like watching a cartoon or porn. its not pleasurable. it started with a link. and then i clicked on another, and another. soon enough, i've been brainwashed. but playing gta makes it even more satisfying. ooh the murder. you sure are worthy of my $370.

he looks like a puffy ong. he's a mix of chinese and malay. and to say that i crushed is an overstatement. "you again?" i said whenever we fall in (assemble in neat rows) we usually end up standing next to each other. and if you ever heard of that malay gourmet BJ Kadir, he has that same gentle tone in his voice. but he already has a boyfriend of 2years, 5years his senior but it doesnt bother me. "eh eh, budak ni lagi (ey, this kid again)" he said and him poking me is a common thing already. "ooh, he's hot" i said "cannot. he's mine already" he replied