his million complaints

ooh, now that im in a clear state of mind... its hari raya again. as a child then, it was the most anticipated day in my calender, second to my birthday. and no, i don't hate hari raya at all. it was the stress from offshore and bunkmates that got me all grumpy. i mean, you dont have to teach me how to celebrate and lead my life. suck thumb. really. and yes. dilemma yet again, should i save the dough that i'll be getting? (dream on adam) to be honest, i'm just wondering whether my dad will give us the green light to visit my maternal grandparents. i mean, theres bad blood ongoing for years now and i think its just one sided. its just wishful thinkin on my dad's part. i feel guilty if i dont get to see my grandpeeps. i mean, over time, i saw them becoming bags of bones with faulty legs, and there my dad still thinks that they're plottin' bad shit against our family. but ooh, beef in the family is good. from visiting at least 10 or more houses to only visitin 2 ho...

great, its that day again. first thing first, i'd have to go to the mosque and pray tomorrow. not my fave... and honestly, i cant predict much, but i know im goin to 2 houses (as per norm) and get at least 100plus and i'd splurge it on a megazord and some camouflage cream. and maybe gain another 600g and prolly lose 3-6kg during field camp the next week. ouh, life is so much fun. and oh wow, some other platoon mate is reading my blog currently. so shut up and better not broadcast it to the whole of the platoon bugger. sheesh. and and. did i bore you once again? here's a middle finger to this celebration day. *imagine* and just because your family's the kind who have fun celebratin this day, then fuck off. that's what my dad would say too. dont expect me to be like you and have loads of happy moments where you beg for forgiveness from your parents. in my books, your family are pathetic dogs. period, you stupid boy. if you know its for you, suck it up. 'life sucks...

and finally, i need to voice this part out. because that guy irks me because his insecurities irritates me because he's a mat and because he's just fake and insecure oops, did i say that twice? oh, because i dont pray no more because i am not tired though i claim to be because hari raya dont feels like it because i cant decide what games to play currently because i end up playin digimon world 2 on my psp because we sang patapon while marching for 6 clicks because i know i have outgrown your grotesque immaturity because i look better than him because i have a new swag because secretly, i have more dough in my bank than you ever know. because you're jealous of me. cos i know i'm doing good cos they're envious and thats why, adam is cocky. *inspired by aksurp.blogspot

so before i got to mainland. i walked for 6km and did other exhaustive activities. and the first thing i did when i got to mainland at 1400hrs? i got myself a McSpicy meal plus a double cheese as an appetizer. and after that, i took Service 5 from PSR interchange to PIE (Jln Toa Payoh) where i missed 985. ended up having to wait for 20plus minutes. all i could do was to stare at the huge dry canal and think about my next step in life. and as soon as the bus came, poof. i just boarded the bus and dozed off. so, my souvenirs from offshore? abrasions, heat rash, skin irritation and a sore knee cap. looks like i have to be nice and depend on a lil of glucosamine as well. and wow, i received another label from the guys. (translated) "adam's a genie, he can do everything. where's he ah?" hamzah said. i turned back my head. "oops. you're there" hamzah said i sense jealousy there... we'll see. and RIP to Private Foo who died this morning in LCK camp. while d...

i am so totally not looking forward to hari raya. it means nothing to me this year. in fact every year. to see how others gloat about how joyful it is to them farques me off. now, with that establishing statement being made, whats making me more piss this year is of course, booking out. im like booking out on the eve of Hari Raya (tuesday) and im booking in back to camp in that island on Hari Raya itself (wednesday) how could you call that a public holiday? i dont feel celebratory. i dont think theres such a word, but im just not in the mood. being on that training gave me a good skin rash and irritations on my neck, hands and back. my blisters are hurting my thumb is sore and worst of all, my knee cap is killing me. bahh

"if i'm the muziq, then you're my lyriq"

hi, my name is recruit adam, E3212 - Eagle coy, platoon 3, section 2, bed 12 i've been in Ladang camp for 14 weeks already and this will be the start of week 15. 26 weeks minus 15 weeks equals to 11 more weeks. and on week 16, i'll be having my field camp. after that, 10 more weeks of losing weight. what i'm tryna say is that, im tired. i wanna POP ASAP.

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so as i charged my iPod. i was looking through the top 25 most played song for the month of September. and here's the top 10 1.Go On Girl -Neyo (29) 2.Do You -Neyo (23) 3.I Finally Know -BoyzIIMen (20) 4.Thank You In Advance -BoyzIIMen (20) 5.Make It Work -Neyo (19) 6.Be With Me -J.Holiday (18) 7.Say It -Neyo (17) 8.Nikki -The Dream (17) 9.Never Go Away -BoyzIIMen (16) 10.Pass You By -BoyzIIMen (15) and i thought i listened to Nikki more often than Go On Girl. oh well. and i am really bored with this whole phase currently. i feel drained. if you were to ask me to go back to ViSTA and edit another video project, i think i wouldnt really remember how to execute editing using Final Cut Pro no more. my mind is blank.

"i scratch the surface and dont go deeper." number of days fast-ed. 9 out of 27 days. equals to 1/3 and this will be the estimated tally by the end of it all. 9 out of 30 days. "be prepared for your afterlife" he said "there is? what if we died and there was nothing at all?" i boldly replied. i am misled well, its 1500hrs, and im off to go eat at Subway! yay me.

while surfing, i came across a post in SgForums regarding a terrible F1 accident. then it came to me, "but its hasnt started yet..." and when i saw the pic, i was like.... bahhhhh

with thanks to the upcoming F1 night race, the roads have been super lit. and with that, buses look like toys. mmmmm.... not to mention,even the new Chrysler cabs look like miniatures.

its been 3 years since this locally designed demonstrator appeared on the roads. and i have yet to board it. maybe, im not fated to do so. maybe there's no affinity. maybe on my next bookout. a permanent on 166, a Bukit Batok Depot bus,

when 400 has got nothing better to do, she sneaks away from her route and travels to meet 402.

the management has decided not to post anymore scheduled or future post here, unless stated. due to lack of resources, the current trend has seized to continue and this space shall be left stagnant. will be back next saturday or somethin' somethin'

ayam bakar so broke fast at Ayam Bakar Ojolali. what a weird place. and i had my first Coke Zero in 3 months. of course, they were giving it out for free. so i gotta have it. the free coke giveaway our legs just like how Justin Timberlake wrote the song 'Gone' while waiting for Britney Spears doing her shopping, us boys were gettin' all restless standing outside Cotton On for more than 30 mins. all of us were moanin' and groanin' by then. camwhoring is a must. dm mad deane yes, so there was a sale. but errgh, and so all we could do was to take shots of ourselves to serve as a reminder when we turn 60. and when it was close to 9pm, they were done. at long last. they satisfied their sweet tooth with CoffeeBean, while i was on a hunt for my Starbucks. but to no avail, no sign of Starbucks in Ngee Ann. so DQ it was. and mmm mmm, Brownie Temptation Blizzard is/was/still is dope. brownie temptation "its like an upsized McFlurry (with Brownies and Walnuts)" i rep...

so finally, a nice walk down my old haunt. it's good to see changes here and there. makes me wanna start collecting toys again. and i had all those Megazords before like the one in the picture above. so while walking, i came across something that i took notice of way back in the past. i've been procrastinating. i've been wanting to collect them. been eyeing them for more than 2 years (or more) Nsync dolls!! oh my gosh. i gotta have'em. if i recall bright and clearly, the total nsync set costs S$250. meaning, S$50 for each Nsyncer. and i think i'm not the only one eyeing them. look at deane. in fact, those shots are from him.

if my previous 4 years were an album, it'd be full of weird R&B love songs. if it was that easy to relate everything into a song, i'd have done so. 1. Graduation 03:21 2. Silent Breakup 4:11 3. New Beginning 02:59 4. Weight Gain 5:21 5. Take You Down 3:45 6. She In The Background, You In The Front 6:20 7. Me On Top 3:34 8. He Knows 4:46 9. The Heavier Side Of Me 5:01 10. Waiting 8:12 11. Suicide Instinct 2:49 12. Sweets For My Treats 4:51 13. Move In A Jiffy 7:17 14. Soldier Boy 16:06 15. Outro 1:19 That'd be a nice summary of the 4 years. Each song representing a phase of my life. But, once again, its just one of those wild imagination gone wild.

SKIN "i wanna be like you. i mean not like you, but how you take care of your skin" that was the weirdest comment i ever gotten from my bunk IC. previously, he was poking fun at me for applying sun tan lotion and aftersun lotion before and after activity. in my defense, that was to protect me from another outburst of heat rash. the rest dont seem to be getting it, only me. so its only fair for me to apply protection for my skin. but whats irritating me is that heat rash evolves to scars and white spots. but oh well. moisturizer, toner and facewash is a must. and as i type this, im scratching myself. bahh to all the heat rash and skin irritation. my bed buddy's hand is all swollen and full of itch as well. no idea what the cause. MUZIQ currently listening to Ne-Yo's 2008 release, Year Of The Gentleman. just a little eargasm for me. FAST and no, this is the year with the least number of days that i'm fasting. the earliest time i broke my fast was at around 0930hrs. ...

yippeee. i love meetups. especially when it comes to old chums. hoping to see the same old same old. deane, naz, mad, azza... hmmm... typing is hard right now. my blisters burst at the swing trainer (monkey bar) i did it thrice(uncompleted) and in pain. oh the sheer size of the blister blast. what an explosion. ok, i am being random again. bye

FOOD when its 4am, your taste buds are the most vulnerable. they'd believe anything you want it to. like the other morning while i was offshore. i had bread with kaya. and i dipped it into hot chicken soup. i told myself it was whipped potato. and indeed, it tasted like it. so much so that i had to go for seconds. and even thirds to fill me up. BANG BANG boy oh boy, day by day. i learn that i can really be good at everything. i thought i was dope at media. but now i'm dope in military? i've gotta be kidding. like many, i've never hold a rifle before. but when we had our test, out of 64 points, i scored 61. the 3rd highest. and to have a sergeant and a leftenant calling me out for that and getting praises was dope enough for me to get a good night sleep. i wonder what else i am good at... i was on the ferry just now at like 1810. Baba, (i call him Bubs, real name Bjorn), was promoting me to another platoon mate. it was kinda hilarious how he put it into words. "you ...

and so, i opened my cupboard this week. to see what hidden treasures i have yet to be played with again. then i came across this pile of clothes. the base was made of an unsettling orange. then it hit me, i knew what it was immediately. something i had barely touched for more than 3 years. something that i left to die. a passion left rotting. we used to don those jumpsuits and would hit the stage with our dance routine. always the last performance to wrap the whole concert. as they said, save the best for last. my lovely 12 dollars jumpsuit. to think that i chucked it aside, isolated. well, i couldnt fit into it after graduation, considering the fact that i load on to the carbo. but now that i can fit in, sweet staged memories came sinking in. and oh how i love to reminisce the past.

to that particular somebody i'm never gonna reply to your messages despite the load of sms you send me. why? because i am an evil bitch and i don't think i like you at all. cheers.

its been a while. its been too long actually. but yes, i'm payin the price now. while others are having 3 months Basic Military Training, im havin 6. so the first 3 months are over and im waiting for the next 3. what more can i say? i'm halfway there. and erm, i've never fit into that darn club:G shirt before. and i have abandoned my jacket. thats for sure, for now.

lying in bed, with the rest of the bunk asleep. i thought to myself. but the more i reminisced, the more angry i become. because i was surrounded by artificial. its a dog eat dog world. and i shall not remember you my friend.

there are points in my life when i decide, "OK, lets call it quit" i mean, dreams are dreams. goals are not its equivalent. sleeping in another island, isolated, confined my head to think about the future. and i don't see my future in Music Drama Company no more. and that's where i took my next big move which meant lesser personal time. no more lounging around after 7pm. even when im tired after training, at 2030, i'd be doing 2.4km everyday and other random sprintings and stretches. to say that im tired is an understatement. only the 16 of us from our platoon. the only platoon training for it in fact. training with the hopes and desire to get into command school. well, i started out not able to do a single chin up. but that digit turned to 4 to 5. and now i need to double that number. because like what Naz said to me "i cant see myself as a civilian" with that being said, signing on could be a possibility if i am posted to a unit im comfy with

like boybands on hiatus, i shall follow suit. till then.

i was on the phone with my mommeh the other night when my bunkmate Sheikh asked me "was that your sis?" and yes, me and my mommeh really talk openly. like understanding teenagers. hoho.

he's this one hell of a round cute fair ball of a boy. and he's leaving us soon due to a leg injury. "adam kalau rindu rasyid dalam hidup, peluk bantal rasyid ok?" ("if ever in adam's life that you miss rasyid, hug my pillow ok?") he said in an ultra cute voice, topped off with a cute pitiful look. i was feelin down then and wanted to give him a hug. but instead, i shrugged it off and gave him a grunt. "hrrrmph" i replied to rasyid. _____________ and he dropped by my bunk and wanted to jokingly kiss my lips. as his face approached nearer, i made my move and he pulled back. "see, you don't dare" i smiled and replied to him while the rest were onlooking. there was a pause. "what if i kiss you and i cannot stop?" rasyid asked me "i'll give you a passionate kiss and turn you on, and when you get really high, i'll stop and pull myself away so that it'll leave you craving for more" i replied and the rest ...

i dont blame my sis. she listens to what i listen. so once in a while, i'll listen to what hammy-d listens to. thats how i ended up listening to Miley Cyrus, Camp Rock Original Soundtrack, The Jonas Brothers, Boys Like Girls and Secondhand Serenade. smile.

because blogger is having problems as i type this. i cant upload pics. but aint no matter. i am expecting minimal hari raya outing this year. the night of hari raya, i'd have to report back to camp. the week after hari raya, i'd be having field camp afterwards, i still have my confinement to serve. till then.

i bought sonica because i dreamt that i owned her. and to think i havent met her then.

here's what busridin' during fasting can do to you. total dizziness. and to think i only spent 2 hours doing so. i was actually out to buy this year's Street Directory but i didnt do it. and i met a kindergarten/primary schoolmate/ex-neighbour, Saiful. he looked different but still the same as i envisioned he would be. honestly, i'm not the type who would come up to you and talk. i was tryna walk away but i saw him walking up to me. seeing that humble approach of his, i responded and stopped to chat. "when you're going NS?" i asked "next Saturday" saiful replied "then i'll see you there" i said "you havent pass out?" he asked "nopes. i'm still there" i said "you entered july?" he asked "june" "so long?" surprised "i belong to the extreme obese batch" "what? you dont look like it. you look fit" "ns made me this way, i was fat" and then i saw his gir...

i hope i did

by skipping the auditions, i'm missing out on yet another stepping stone. and by being stuck offshore, i'm restricted to blogging a whole lot of going-ons. and yes, 2.4 was fun to run. especially when you're half fasting. especially when the sun was real hot. there were only like 6 of us in Cat A runners. so we could run as fast as however we want to. in the end, i managed to gulp down 2 cups of water. already i had potato chips in bunk. tsk tsk. "adam" leon called out to me "huh?" i replied "you're a crazy fucker" he said "why?" i was confused at first to the pure rudeness. hoho "cos you ran at that speed" so thats what stopping me. why bother getting into Music Drama Company when i can do better? like maybe Officer Cadet School(OCS) or School of Infantry Specialists(SISPEC) ? only a few of us can pass IPPT anyway. so why should i waste my chances? oh yes. its cos im lazy to run around. i prefer sitting down in a/c room...

you may have heard me mentioned about wanting to get into SAF Music and Drama Company. well that would equals to me having a relaxing 1.5 years in the NS. and so the auditions is like tomorrow. but something is stopping me from going. and i cant seem to find the perfect reason why. maybe its you

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"the female ox is a cow the male ox is a bull the dead meat is beef why cant they call it like us malay. just call it lembu?" -sai

bahh, this is the only time where the internet failed me. i cant seem to get this album without having to order online and getting it delivered across continents. B2K Santa Hooked Me Up (2002) sheesh, what is with me and boyband singing christmas songs?

so yes, before even enlisting, i told myself, i need to create a new updated Army Daze film. "i wanna create an updated Army Daze" i told alif "huh? ok. good luck" he replied

a tinge of craving brought us there. from RP, we travelled south towards lil' india. for the sake of our ganja thosai. and no, theres no ganja in it. but because the batter and the chutney is left overnight before being served, its got the ganja effect after consumption. feelin' all high and spacey when full. affordable thrill as well. sloppy gravy that looks like loose wet shit. tasty nonetheless because wearing green was made official telepathically. only realizing that we blend well with the banana template plate. trust me, we were floating and full. but that failed to mark the end of the day, yet. we sailed on down to dhoby. that where we had a nice chill at Carl's. well it made Sai happy. i had 10 bucks voucher for CJ. the voucher was given to me complimentary for i had signed up for an 8 year membership with SAFRA. we then chilled and wrote our songs. getting ready with our future music non career. official recording would be months away. but we're dope nonetheles...

after a long wait full of gory anticipation, i got back from offshore and saw my maiden copy of Newsweek, in actual fact, thats like the first copy out of hundreds more to come. i choose to believe that i'm intelligent and am in dire need to satisfy that craving. so newsweek would hit the spot well like ben & jerry's i mean, if i dont read, then i'd be one of those outdated soldiers living under a dead cow. clueless of his own surrounding.