his million complaints

now this is freaky. guys dont sing falsetto. well not inclusive of Michael and Timberlake or Robin Thicke. but sounding like Mariah Carey is just plain a freak of nature. but i wanna be able to do that too... and wow, duettin' with your own self. erm and dont even try soundin like Alicia Keys...in which, he does. HE DOES!

i. i was released from tekong on saturday after completin' my Standard Obstacle Course. in which, i was disappointed at myself. reason being that i didnt try climbin' up the low rope. cos i didnt know i could. so i skipped that station during the test. and when it was all over, i tried climbing that rope. dang. i can climb. those who passed this time round need not do SOC anymore. meaning, they can slack in bunk, bahh... so. i got my SAFRA card. i signed up for 8 years, plus free 2 years plus a welcome gift. i proceeded down to SAFRA Mount Faber, alone. for once, i felt lost and scared to go out alone. really strange. so i got my free 2GB MP4, that adds up to me havin' 3 music players. but nah, being a nice bitch that i am, i graciously gave my sis that gizmo. wait. now i remember why i am quite wary and fearful of going out. i am ashamed of my fungal infection scar on my neck. instead of looking like a mass mosquito bites, now its a white patch. its because of my parents. ...

its hilarious. what was i thinking? as usual, i was youtubing and i ended up watchin' Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato's video clips, as well as their rival.. Miley and Mandy. but thats not the funny part. wait, i dont really know what the funny part is either. i think its hilarious when they mock each other, and soon, parodies popped out in youtube. "Yo" "Yo Yo. Yeah i said it twice got a problem with that?" "i love the power rangers. i've always wanted to be the Red one although that one's a boy i don't care" and so, the 'real' power rangers made a parody.and it cracked me up at 0136hrs on a monday morning. HOHO! bahh... what were these kids thinking?

remember my rant about how my social military life being miserable? well i think my status and rep is changing. and its changing fast. too fast i supposed. i'd just wanted to be that normal recruit who barely scrape through Basic Military Life. but i did something. i passed IPPT. no big deal? well, i am THE ONLY one out of 174 people in my company to do so. and everyone's harping about it. but i think the buzz will die down soon enough when i proceed to failing ippt the next round next week. no. i am not the best 2.4 runner. no. i am not the best person you'd depend on to do chin ups. no. i dont jump far as well. no. i am not that fast a runner as well. but i happened to be an all rounder. just the other day, i was caught with vandalizing the walls. but it was far from my chalet. in fact, it was in an abandoned building. while we were doing urban training. i markered the walls with my cartoons. and POOF. punishment. i was made the platoon I/C, i had to design the smoker...

tomorrow would be the start of week 18 out of my 26 weeks in tekong. and i'd be havin' another major outfield event on week 19. another field camp trip. and week 20! the one week break. i'd be in mainland on weekdays! wow. when was the last time i was in singapore on a weekday? erm, last 18 weeks ago? and im tired (as usual) bahh

i'll pop on 10 dec 08 i'll ord on 15 june 10 these 2 dates are the dates that you'll hear/see/imagine me scream with orgasmic joy. period

i don't usually listen to hip hop randoms. gym class heroes, lil wayne and plies... but i decided, why not? since i already am listening to cheery rocky pop acts like Miley Cyrus, The Jonas Brothers and Demi Lovato... i am polluted by disney already. sheesh.

so yes, you know how i love to tag on walls. and so while we were in an abandoned buiding during lunch, i proceeded to draw on the wall. bad move? yes cos its SAF property. punishment? yes. from confinement, it developed into somethin' even worse. i had to design the Smoker's Cigarette Box, be the Platoon I/C and now, i think i have to design the company tee. so here's a warning to all. stop vandalising walls. no more tagging. and i watched (finally...ahem) Perth:The Geylang Massacre. nothing as dope as i was hopin' for. next up, Black Hawk Down. but for now. time for my 40 wi(a)nks.

so i was bus riding. i took 66 to Bedok. a relaxing ride, i must say despite the fact that she went thru' lil india. and then i was contemplatin' on whether to head to town or vivo. so i msged deane, who was coincidentally havin' thoughts of goin' to vivo after work. so there we were, 1930hrs at vivo... me and deane were walking around vivo. i suggested that we head to Page One. so walked and talked as per usual. when unknowingly, my right knuckle brushed against another person's knuckle. it didnt hurt. it was gentle. and i carried on walking. 4 steps to be exact. i looked at my right hand and i turned back, and thats when i realised she was looking at her knuckle while walking and was staring at me. we both stared at one another as we carried on walking our own separate ways. hmmm... me and deane were about to leave vivo when this hot lil' mama came to deane and said "my friends and i are playin' truth or dare, and i have to shake hands with you" ...

i tell you, i miss mainland. especially during that period of time when i was outfield in Permatang. surrounded by only vegetation and neat columns of rubber trees. i must admit, i have never seen/touch a rubber tree in my life, only till then. mud were aplenty. on my face, body, neck n' skin. i recall sleeping under the trees, in the dark with my overly moist socks and boots. my hands and feet had blisters over blisters by then. earlier through the day, my rival and i were tasked to cover the latrine holes. "(laughin') i'm in Maritime, what am i doing here?" he said "(sarcastic) i'm in Media, what am i doing here?" i echoed and soon, everyone questioned their background. it was rather silly actually, but it made us felt weird as to where we were and the current state we were in. "i'm did Chinese Studies in poly" another recruit voiced out and lets face it, the combat rations were dope. well i ate my friend's share as well. they w...

and i had the world's most anticipated shower on 111008 at 0112hours. after 5 days of not havin' any.

there it goes. after spending 5 days without a shower, without brushing my teeth, with no change of boots. i feel brainwashed. i feel different. my field camp experience was special. it was on the third day where i dug my own grave to sleep in. i was dependent on myself for the whole day. just me in the great tekong outdoors. and the random melody that keeps sipping through my brain. trying to find words to suit. my grave, humble, homely. wet. to all the people in mainland i have pissed off, i apologise. we all should live in the jungle someday... t.b.continued

"you aint gotta be alone, i'll be your boyfriend till you leave this blog" so as of next week, i'd be unreachable, i'd be havin' field camp. no psp, no handphone for one week. its all jungle warfare then. so till then, here's an *nsync hiatus for you bye bye bye

my eyes are wide awake. i have to get ready by 5am. to get ready to get to pasir ris to book in offshore. grr. and im tired. til then, tata.

sp because i want my babyback. this song is FOREVER stuck on my head. go ahead. its only 30seconds. click on it. and thats how you sing accapella oh my gosh, it (was) their thing to be featured in weird commercials i need to desperately grow up

ne-yo's version of "Single" is of course better than those 30-year old men from New Kids On The Block. it is of course written by ne-yo. and havin' a group of old white men singin' nigga R&B muziq is hilarious. period the video. so much so i had to comment on youtube. something i dont usually do. and people agree with me. they're crappy. hoho. Old Kids On The Block. its funny to hear them strain their voice and use the autotune effect. tsk tsk

*edit* "to be released on a later date. thanks"

do you? don't you just enjoy wakin' up in the morning and gettin' hate messages from your peers? i mean really, i just pop my collars and move on. if you think you sing a beautiful tune, carry on. i'll sing a better melody. i'm not even eyeing that top spot. i dont even intend to be the company best, not even platoon best. i just do what i do. its just too bad that im better than you. period. i hope you're reading this. see you offshore muthafarquer.

yet sometimes i pity him. so lost.

so the cab driver jerked. we alighted from the cab and i told my momma, "i can drive better if you let me" i was tryna hint my intentions of gettin a driver's license. without looking at me, she said "yes go, i want all my kids to get a license. you cant survive without one" "when?" thrilled, i exclaimed while we were crossing the road "when you Pass Out and get posted to a Unit and you're sure of your schedule then" my dad replied "really?" the only words i could offer new bridge rd terminal 1989 it was like they got it all planned out already without me knowing.