his million complaints

amazingly, just like the tekong flu, i am still down and out even after almost 2 weeks staying in. and i know, it aint just the normal type of flu- one where you get a temperature and you feel weak. this particular ailment gives you temperature no more than 37.4 degrees. it just gives you a blocked nose and a block ear, where air pressure gets stucked in the canal and the only way to release the tightness is by pinching your nose and blow the air out through the ear canal. flu remedy and panadol cold relief never seem to accomplish their tasks whenever it comes to these type of sickness, how convenient. but the sickness does not stop me from driving. under the hot weather where there's no a/c in the land rover, i managed to survive and drive us at a good speed. "its only 4pm (1hour had passed) and we covered 40k already. plus another 8 to get back." my instructor said, looking at me while taking a puff off his cigarette i looked up at him and nodded, i could have sworn i&

the last thing i knew, i was heading to nowhere in the bus. it was a double decker bus and i was sitting on the upper deck, somewhere between the middle and the back. the constant flow of cool air from the a/c was comforting my body to stay a while longer and relax. i had my headphones on and Jodeci was singing to me soft and gently. i was at ease. in my hands, was a book that my sister got for her birthday as a gift from her friend. she had already completed the book and so i made better of the chance and borrowed it from her. the book was non other than Twilight. now. dont start rambling and dissing the book. for starters, this book was never meant to please hardcore nerds whom appreciate novels with proper character development, less than too much of descriptions, more logical happenings in a book rather that falling in love with a vampire. this book was also never meant to please too simple minded hotheads who dont have an appreciation to things around. if you look beyond that poi

i took out gekitouja out from her box recently. (like finally) and then after 6 hours, i kept her back in again. i prefer her in the box. thats all. no playing at all. a toy collector once told me, "a toy is like your wife, you have to play with her. if not then..." i'd forgotten how the saying ends. try waving at the foreign talents. and you'd notice only a specific group of them will smile and wave back happy. i was sitting at the back of the 3-tonner along Kaki Bukit Ave 3. my and another private waved at a couple of them and saying 'Hi' and yes, "only the ______ will wave back, the ____ and the _____ are all arrogant" though that was a generalisation, i did realise theres a whole lotta truth in that sentence. so, go on, conduct your own experiment. see the results.

i'll tell you one honest truth that the whole mankind are fully aware of. moderation is key. overdoing something leads to negative impacts. like blogging. when i have my blogging sessions, i'd make sure i'd just type a whole lotta stuff and then divide them into different chapters and then ensure that they're published on different dates and time. so in a way, thats like how i love to eat my shepherd's pie in parts and not as a whole. gotta love the pie. mmm pies!

i opened up my drawer. hidden beneath the clutter were my 3 former handheld devices. my handphones. 2 of which were faulty, thus their demise and their replacements kicked in. the Siemen A168 was my first official phone. well i had 2 unofficial phones then when handphones werent popular yet. i remember texting on her orange screen. relationships were saved with her help. and then one day, she died. so i went to move on to the 02 Xphone. she was a smartphone. not many had a smartphone then. and it was runnin' on Windows Mobile. so she was quite a clever little girl. and erm, when one is too clever, she's bound to be considerably sensitive. i dropped her once too many. she went beserk. so erm, its been 3 years since i last charged her and she's still got the strength to light up her flawless face. i got my pay and i bought this phone. BenQ-Siemens E61. hmm, pretty. but just like a bimbo, she was dumb. bahh. the good old times. 9364 0649 8141 3217 8117 3902 8222 1711 so now, i

"the samosa tastes like the one from Onan Road." fithrin said now, there is this particular hot-seller in my training centre at Kaki Bukit. the samosas. demanding only a cheap price of 90cents, you get your money worth in mouthfuls. well, to be honest, i was like, wtf, not that great what. over time, i became less concern about what i feed myself and found myself getting 4 pieces in just one day. ouh the sin.

the facts are these. adam dont tear the flesh of a fish from its bone. fishballs are ok adam dont fancy eating the chicken, unless its heavily battered and doesnt look like a leg adam dont fancy eating beef found in briyani rice. double cheeseburgers are ok. adam dont like eating pork just like that. conceal it in a ham sandwich then i'd be ok. the facts are these. i cant be vegetarian cos i dont fully love greens. i cant be meatatrian cos i get grossed out everytime i eat something that looks like its original form. like the chicken drumstick. and my head's finally recognised that chicken wings are chicken hands. so theres a slowdown in the need for wings in me right now. so erm. but then again, im always there for processed food. all hail canned food. long live sausages.

my generous aunt, more affectionately known as Cik Som. well, in my culture, Cik are for the Aunts and Wak is for the Uncle, i think. only me and my sis call my generous aunt Wak Som instead of Cik Som. why the generous part? well she indeed is. every now and then, she'll drop by and give us food or something something. when dad was sick, she helped paid a lot. when i got into poly, i got cash from her. when i did nothing, i got cash from her. shes really a kind soul. she even love and respect her neighbours, something opposite of my family. we hate our neighbours, but that another story. so, my Wak Som can really cook. when i say really cook i really mean really cook. i bet every family has got one aunt who can really whip up tasty dishes in a flash. i think Wak Som is that miracle aunt for my side. oh, she's not even blood related to my dad. in fact, she's kinda like my father's stepsister. see, my dad's tree is kind of a roundabout too. i mean, all i know is that

shawnrick hu han hui (1988-2009) i was extremely saddened by the news of shawrick's departure. i am sure many would be shocked as well, someone so jovial and eloquent. yet he kept mum of his illness. i remembered him as my brother from another mother. he would be dearly missed by all. he brought joy and laughter to the life of others. and it was unfortunate of him to get that disease from a foreign land. shawnrick will be remembered by many as the big emcee. always there to host for events and adding his own spice to the show. shawnrick was also a great singer with a unique falsetto. he had a dream to be a radio DJ but i guess its all too late now. i spent shawnrick's last few days at Raffles Place. we had to head back home cos shawn was tired and he has to go home to take his medication, something in which he needs to take every 6hours. he was indeed looking weary. perhaps it was the right time for him to go. so may we meet again and goodbye dear friend. goodbye shawnrick hell

happy 20 to Hasif aka trep, mr awesome someone's old!

for obvious reasons. i need that license. i need to clock that 7000km mileage if ever possible. and extending my ORD date is a tangible possibility, and that dont mean signing on. because if i ord-ed with a license, i might just be serving you on service 61 or 174 (haha!) . because if i ord-ed with a license, the family would get a car. because if i ord-ed with a 2A or 2B license, i'd get me a pink scooter. thats just short-term goal number 7. theres more goals up in my head. and i am so looking forward to drive again next week. Pasir Ris is relaxing. Tampines is challenging. Bedok is an obstacle. thats how its been classified as. 3-tonners next week, ouh the joy!

remember in 1997, well if you did listen to radio then, there was this song that was given heavy airplay time. "All My Life" by brother group K-Ci & Jojo. (from Jodeci) i know i was a fan already. i mean an R&B ballad that was dope and was indeed their most successful. i'm just saying that its slow and sentimental. so i was watching one of their performance on youtube, a performance held on 230808 in Australia. (there were many vids uploaded regarding to that performance.) apparently, the facts were these. K-Ci told the audience Jojo was having a jetlag and couldnt perform for the night no more. but when it came to their hit number 'All My Life', Jojo came back up on stage. halfway singing, Jojo collapsed. K-Ci carried on singing and acted nothin' serious happened. Jojo was lying there and K-Ci went on singing, "jojo i really love you!" "Yo, give it up for Jojo!" the crowd cheered at the motionless body up on stage. suspicion of cra

of all the countries that i wanna go visit, Hong Kong and London tops my list. not cos of any specific prominent landmark. but its due to the high population of Bus Fans residing in those countries. particularly more than in Singapore. so much so that even shops just selling toy models can survive and open up branches. and furthermore, im kinda tired of depending on other SgForumnites to visit HK and getting me stuff needed. Acx1688 was nice enough to get me my Bus coinbox, Octopus card reader and an articulated Citaro model. i wanna go there and experience the thrill there myself. they say, 'a bus fan can go weak in the shop'. i know i can blow a milli on that shop. maybe even 2 milli if i had that much money. wait, i'd rather buy a car and a bus if i had millions. these were for sale when i was a secondary student. costing only $88. aint it cheap for just 2 models? i mean they're adorable. the old coloured ez-link card reader, the coin box, the validator, the registra

i've got the copy with the 2 heads of the artistes in the movie instead. this one wasnt available in MPH when the movie was out. i need to get the other 3. Eclipse and Breaking Dawn are out of stock. sheesh. reading (wa)is fun.

"Festive Decorations competition is back! An annual event done by TIBS in lieu of CNY, this year, it is the first time SMRT is holding the event. Interchanges & Depots are graded based on Creativity & Environmental Friendliness, the Prize Giving Ceremony was held at Yishun Int this afternoon (22/1), behind the Control Office." Interchange Category 2nd runner up: Sembawang 1st runner up: Choa Chu Kang Champion: Bukit Batok Depot Category 2nd runner up: Ang Mo Kio Depot 1st runner up: Woodlands Depot Champion: Kranji Depot "Expected for Bt Batok Int... So nice lor especially the wishing for good luck/fortune (mini) fountain..." -TIB 1062 Y "Depot just need winner can liao, dun nid 2nd runner up, there are jsut 3 depots in SMRT. sad." -SBS n SMRT funny cos Bukit Batok Int is under major control of Kranji Depot. so both winning probably means that one guy was in charge or something something. and the erm, decoration is a bit too much, wishing fountain,

i deleted this whole entry so as to make space for your thoughts. so read what you imagined. and that was how the turtle lost its shell whats the rush? why do we have to speed on the roads? why on earth do you have to cut my lane without proper signalling? what if i refused to slow down my vehicle and bang you down. especially so if you were that motorcycle that interrupted my smooth journey. slow down people, its the holidays. drive carefully

Happy 3rd to deep-muziq.blogspot. January 26th 2006 was the first time i started my maiden voyage into this odyssey of words. coincidentally its the Chinese New Year as well today. so double the merry, as if it had any impact on me. here's the first post. ("testing testing testis" @ 0950hrs 260106) like many, reading the maiden post is always disgusting. i was young(er) then and was oblivious to blogging. i mean, i refuse to acknowledge the joy of eating what you vomitted for the day, and blogging was exactly that. someone whom i once knew but no longer did, mentioned to me that i should jolly well start a blog. and thats how i started. the typical 'what i did today' entry was the fashion then. i did abide to that rule but i enjoyed writing in brief sentences. i realised then that i wasnt an addict, i was just committed to update. i needed to free my random thoughts. this was my 2nd skin, 'Suicide' here's to another 3 years, if i survive that is. (p/s

presenting the latest Volvo B12B. this articulated chassis is actually the B12BLE, just that Volvo didnt place LE on the B12B badge. as shown, what looks like a chassis of an articulated omnibus came designed as a tram instead. now this would be a toy souvenir i would buy. the Sentosa Volvo B7R toy bus is so not the exact replica. they used the MAN NL262 body instead. sheesh. what a waste of money. what the B7R really looks like the Sentosa Bus Model souvenir the real MAN 262 and heres the CCL trains. she will run as a 3-carriage Kim Chuan Depot will also be the world's largest underground train depot. The upcoming Gali Batu Depot for Downtown line is located at part of a Chinese cemetery along Woodlands Rd. constructions are already on the way.

forgotten to add. my grandad's name is Wagiman if i'm not wrong, the brother of his whom he respected a lot is Paman. p/s, Wagiman had 5 kids (4F 1M) but one of the kid had her name in her b/c and i/c as Rusmala bte Wagimin instead of Wagiman. something i'd never figured out why. and that kid is my mom. Paman helped Wagiman bought his Malaysian drivin' license. Paman adviced Wagiman to buy that property Paman adviced Wagiman to open up a provision shop next to Paman's coffeeshop Paman most importantly conviced Wagiman to buy 4 cars ultimately, Paman stole Wagiman's money ______________ "Paman dah mati dah (Paman died already)" dad told me early this year "Paman? HAHAHAHA. what a name. good lah he died" i laughed alongside my sis "the only thing i remembered about him was the kueh tart (pineapple tarts) got no pineapple. like as if someone ate the jam and left the crust." i added "wah. good memory. i dont remember anything."

way back in the past when i was like 8 years old. my grandad bought a place in Gelang Patah (Broken Bracelet?) , Johor Bahru. it was a nice cosy place i would say. he even had a provision shop across the street. but the best part about it was something that i'd nearly forgotten, it was the fact that we had 4 cars. one classic Mercedes Benz, one classic Mini Cooper, one Proton Saga and one Proton Wira. do you know how i'd feel if i still get to lay hands on one of'em? well, lets just say his brother cheated his money. and p/s, 1/4 of his brother's wife ran away so yes. and now my grandad is working his ass off as a cleaner. and he's a weak fella now. literally a bag of bones.

if i would have known the girl next door would have been you i would have been nice to you, a little more kinder too i would have looked twice at you

purple pee why? and what it means? nothing. my point is to prove that 'I CAN' CAN U?

booked out. "adam! adam!" bobby called out to me i was walking far ahead of him. ivan walked passed me and said, "what's your problem? someone's calling you" and i replied like the bitch im supposed to be "i'm outside camp already. i dont know anyone" ______________ each time we, or I in particular, break a rule like doing stuff we aint allowed to do, we just cover up and tell the rest, "We're Transport Sup what, Drivers cannot. We rule you" ______________ and dont talk to me after 6pm. just like the sun, she's moved on and changed. "why so emo?" silence. bitch ______________ "i drove very well today" hakim said "girl, you cant even park properly." i replied "biadap! (how rude!)" i shall forever be the bitch. and i hate scooby snacks

1st Point it's really disturbing. while you're in Basic Military, you're forced to believe that your body can handle the extreme. even when you have little faith to that statement, you are forced to accept it with the aid of your superior. all the hardcore chin-ups, push-ups, marches, route marches, jogs, runs, sprints. having gone through 6 months of that brainwashed a few of us. but as we went to unit life, its a whole new ball game. its a culture shock. the constant meals and tea breaks and the countless smoke break. "i gained back 5kg. but lost 2kg when i went to gym" fithrin said and looking at my former bed buddy, Firdaus, he looks like he gained what he lost. the tummy and the buccula. surrounded by Guards and Commando aint helping either. they'll be like, "we used to run 10kilometres in under 55mins. the first 8 clicks would be shiok but the last 2 like wtf " but then again, you'll know what i mean if you went through what i did. ________

as much as i enjoy listening to his soul infused R&B ballads, i cant seem to admit it in person. i was playing Beats on my PSP the other day. and i was playing to the tune of Musiq Soulchild. "Who's Musiq Soulchild?" fithrin asked me "erm, oh, some random Soul and R&B singer" i replied. what i meant to say, "ouh, one of the dopest songwriter/singer that i've been listening to for years" musiq soulchild - "dontchange" and you can hardly find his vids on youtube anyway. except for this one. i'd thought it'd be one of those lovey dovey couple fall in love and get married kinda video. but then i realised, "yups. just that something happened in the middle of that love story."

as of my one week of driving, i can proudly say that i'd driven 113km. Public Road driving was something i really looked forward to. so as i cruised along Tampines/Pasir Ris, i imagined i was a cabbie. always changing gears and busy scratching his crotch, in which i am adding salt to the statement. 32897 MID thats the Land Rover i feel so attached to as of now. xoxo. From the instructor's mouth; "i wanna change trainee. you're so 'on the ball'. so serious, never smile." "dey, its a joke lah. laugh lah" "relax ah. why so tense" its not that i dont wanna open up to my drivin' instructor. but the first impression he gave me on the first day was wholly similar as to how my dad would treat me. and i have this default template on how to behave whenever near my dad. so my instructor's vibe somehow triggered that template response. i dont even talk much to him. "why you always say sorry ah? so courteous ah?" "sorry si

E3212 RECRUIT ADAM B MOHAMMAD from BMTC (Basic Military Training Centre) is now B8 PRIVATE ADAM B MOHAMMAD from STC (Supply and Transport Centre) and will graduate from STC in May either as Corporal or 3rd Sergeant. this is why i have to pass my IPPT badly.

and nopes. my life currently aint just driving and eating and sleeping. its actually, driving and eating and sleeping AND gyming. thats cos i dont wanna get the template driver body. i wanna my body customised. and its even great to know that there are 2 former Commandos, Graham and Ian, in my bunk. and they're really pushing me in gym. "that guy monster ah" the Guards guy said while watching Graham doing the leg press. Graham set it to the max which was 218kg. apparently Ian and the 'Guards' guy tried hard as they might but they failed to do one single Leg Press. and ahem, i did 3 sets of 10. that means i have dope thighs. "by the time i graduate, i will lose weight" graham said in shower 1 "i'll lose weigh too" ian said in shower 3 "erm, i'll try" i said while in shower 2 laughter from them and then silence as we bathed... "transport sup seh!" a fellow Driver shouted after exiting from shower 6 ___________________

adam is faulty and needs servicing. reports on leakage found near his front hood nose. adam is now on offroad status. it just means that im sick as a faulty land rover

back to the old Land Rover Defender 110 on Monday. given its age, i still feel she gives the driver comfort and a nice drive. at first sight, i kinda felt disgusted. but as time flew by, i've grown to accept her flaws and her beauty. because not far from now, the Ford Everest will take over. i have yet to drive the auto transmission Ford yet, but judging from the ride i had in it, i sure did enjoy her a/c. (l to r: ford everest and land rover defender 110) and i would so love to have at least $46,000 to spare right now. alternatively $17,800 if i don't mind a thirdhand rather than a secondhand Mercedes Benz Vito. i was browsing through sgcarmart.com when i saw her. she's the next best thing to me owning a bus. (there was a bus in the list but she's like from 1993. Isuzu that costs $16,000) i mean, this MB is a 9-seater / 1 driver. mmmm... now if the MB Vito looks mighty familiar to you, than here's why. we have MB Vito cabs running around in our sunny little isle. t

Basic Theory Test. they said its harder than the normal civilian Highway Codes Basic Theory Test that they take at other driving centres. but to hell with that, i aced it. 50 out of 50. lets just say, i didnt study or revise much, i played my PSP more during free time. i choose to believe that i had learnt the Highway Codes as a young child. Driving. well, at first try, i sucked at driving manual. thats cos i had no experience and buses are usually automatic.i made my engine stall for more than 10 times. but the next day, while driving, "adam, i love you. can i say that? your driving improved already ah. i love you man..." my Driving instructor said that. "...high-5 man!" he offered his palm i was about to reply to his hi-5 when suddenly "HEY! Two hands on the steering wheel! What are you doing?" Parking. i just might have the flair for it. Our parking instructor chose me to be the Vehicle Commander like thrice to other trainees. well, thats cos i just man

dear little arafat came to me and fithrin and asked a very innocent question. well arafat is 2 years my senior, but erm. "what is it like to have a girlfriend? what is the difference with being unattached?" he asked we both looked at him to see whether he was really seriously asking us that question. "i thought you said you've had experiences with older girls?" i asked "i've never had a girlfriend" he finally told the truth after telling us his fib about him and mature ladies. but i didnt have any answers for him. i only said "its more fun if its unofficial. if its official, then she'll be a nag and if its unofficial then theres like erm..." "a mystery..." fithrin chipped in. "havin' a girlfriend is like a routine." fit continued. "so its better to be unofficial so you dont really know whats on each other's mind." i ended the topic simply enough. and thats what happened in the waiting room, pendin

well, as mentioned, the Transport Supervisors are undergoing our driving course. and thats good, no doubt. but, during the course, we are mixed with the Drivers. and thats not good. cos its like taking a first good look at the future men under us.MATs. why?not only they're sloppy but they're all potential candidates to get charged for Insubordinance.disrespectful to all seniors, instructors and the enciks. _____________ "before you say anything, take a good look in the mirror. who are you? what is your rank? who am i?" our Highway Code instructor was kinda pissed at them monkeys. "..shit!" the monkey's first word. "who said that? you!" "no no, i said 'shit' my red ink no more" the monkey's first statement ______________ "its ok, these people dont wanna learn. future roadsweepers and cleaners. the rest with degree and diplomas can become supervisors and managers." our instructor said sarcastically the monkeys were

if i sign on as a regular like Zaoook, then i'd be gettin $1.3k as a private. hmmm, then when i get posted out, thats $2K. and when i get to 1st sarge, at least $2k plus. hmmm, tempting. and when im 50, i'll be getting close to $6k. not forgetting that hugeass sign-on bonus. not forgetting, my position is dope.

"oh btw when i saw u with her around or sumthng, it made me hate her more and . i kinda hated u for that" i duno. i dont like bloggin about matter of the heart. but knowing this is kinda heartwarming. but oh well.

we do it all the time. in the professional world, its more formal. but in here, its informal. in the working world, we have to do a report. in school, there was the reflection journal in projects, more lengthy reports with minimum words limit. in the army, we have the AAR. After Action Review but in here, i have a blog. this is why in the real world, things fall into place. this is why, my life is planned out in order. because of my own AAR. only that its done informally in this blog. blogging is not a waste of time. its should be ingrained. because we humans are dumb and nonchalant about details. so i wont attend you pity party, and i shall leave you with this pointless, maybe some sense, post. till then.

wow. i am a leader. "do you know why i split you guys up?" sir asked "because we are drivers, they the ones who teach us" the random driver answered. ___ and this week coming, driving! ___

while you go practice your driving in circuits i'll be doing much more. for the next 2 months, i'll be doing the impossible. cross country, on water, with night vision, downslope on reverse bring it on.

i enlisted on 16 06 08. these are the possible future ORD dates. and they are making me think thrice about my next bold move. 15 06 10 if i dont sign on 15 06 20 if i sign on 15 06 30 if i extend contract

"and now all i can do is smile and fade into the background" each time when i say that i wanna sign-on in the army. my view on life becomes narrow. all i can see is, the future-me not having a female counterpart, having to grow old as a good disciplined man and yet, earning enough money to last and to own a private vehicle as i desire. its scaring me at times.

i had 5 cans of Nescafe original and 2 redbull. got home and drank another can of Nescafe which i was indeed surprised to find in the chiller. and now im high and sugar rushy. the day was dope nonetheless. to be continued when less high

and yes. how many times do people need to ask? i am more easily aroused by men then female. but that does not mean i am only aroused by male and not female. is that hard to decipher? its called greedy do the maths. did i disappoint? did i freak you? hell no not gay. have i cleared the air (again?) this topic is so outdated.

"bad as you are, i just dont get it. of all them guys out there, it had to be him. he, old enough to be your father." confirmed. i think i will be gaining the pounds much more faster if i dont start chewing my food properly. i usually take less than 10 chews. the recommended number of chews is 44 and above. this will lead to a better mastication. and i've been doing it wrong since i was a toddler then. but the idea of turning solid food to liquid is utterly gross. the bolus would be so moist, warm and yucky. i just got back from this 'commisioning dinner' for the tpt leader preceding my batch. i had to serve food and pour water into their glasses. bad. bad. cos secretly, i cant grip well. i've got this involuntary tremble in my wrist. it kinda start vibrating quite obviously when i grab onto something. so i was pouring this particular smooth clear glass with ice cold water, my hands started shakin'. vibrate. the irritatin' typical malay scumbag i was s

remember the vids on youtube with subs that dont match what the characters are really saying? "May I Fuck You?" enjoy. i kinda laughed in my own room in the dark. and now its gloomy silence again.

the inner you. a guy or a girl? i know of many,be it male or female, who are really just guys inside them. so now, find that girl in you. why? dont ask me. i'm just grumpy they taken away my half day tomorrow. in fact, tomorrow, i'll be clockin' extra hours with thanks to a grand event to graduating batch of Transport Leaders. and me coming from the new batch, will be their humble waiter/server. Britain Got Talent. i cant wait to watch the cream of the crop for their 3rd season this year. speaking of which, i was going youtube to watch the finalists (AGAIN) Paul Potts and Andrew Johnston was on my search list, not forgetting that cute-then-6-years old Connie Talbot. so i donned my headphone on full blast and with no lights on. i watched Andrew Johnston from season 2. i teared up. i was mesmerized. well he came in 3rd, no more bullies to bother you again.... then here's season 1 winner, Paul Potts. i teared up again. i felt my goosebumps on cheeks and temple. dope.

"if you have a girlfriend, you'll be more happy...theres a part thats never been explored" fithrin's advice to me after tellin us that he and his girl went their separate ways. "ee, no. what part? down there?" we all joked _______________ now, here's my advice. ever found yourself attracted to somebody of the similar/opposite sex? want his/her attention? now this is what i usually do in secondary school and it kinda work. if you wanna get their attention, be the attention. this may be hard to do if not well executed and you may end up playing the fool. so its a risky move but if the right noise and techniques are applied, he/she might steal a glance and actually look at you. if you want to see him/her almost all the time, make sure you're coincidentally there well erm. know what, halfway i changed my mind. lets change topic. _________________ so my mom complained why my upper body got broader. then i took off my shirt infront of her. "look what

private adam is not feeling it today. well, i kinda blame not having redbull. but then, it could be that i only had a chicken wing for lunch. i so have no mood for briyani rice. as a matter of fact, i havent been eating rice in camp. well, my abdomen feels loose now. flabs are invading. but my hands are on constant maintainence. mmm. hard. maybe i should report dead. im too drained. "apasal penat?(why tired?)" mom asked. i just smiled. and then she carried on singing and eating her apple while watchin' Dont Forget The Lyrics "what would you do, nya nya nya nya nya nya, nya nya nya, that you love me too" Bahh. high fatique level. and the sudden withdrawal of tomorrow's half day was seriously disturbing.

me and my headphone. i gave my Creative HQ 1400 Headphones to my mom, henceforth, she uses it to watch the TV in privacy in the early mornings. in fact, the Creative costs more than my current TDK. but its all good. i feel like buying more headphones and collect them. apparently, my TDK ST-200 has been getting the right and wrong attention, "Wow, check this out, strong bass" = :) "Eh, skull candy ah?"= :( skull candy produces cool mp3s and headphones. and surprisingly my TDK looks exactly like their Hesh model heaphones. mine skullcandy's dope. its like the same manufactured headphone but different paintworks. and then i discovered more. and i so want'em. :) mmm, fluffy pink. only when i feel my female instincts rising. or when i listen to Rain. i'd only wear this if i got loads of moolah in my pocket. to signify to others, 'hey, i just got paid' ahh, i can wear this to the army. its camo-ed so i can don it during jungle training. mmhmmm this is

as massive as the iPod, and with high capacity storage. worst whatever wednesday. apparently maybe. and no, i wasnt referring to the RP's Open House. i wont disclose any information on that as of yet. took a nonsense train to a nonsensical place. ate nonsense food and talked nonsense. but everything fell into place. ______ "i dont mind having a girl bend on her knees and proposing to me" hasif "and then you say no?" shawnrick "yeah. no to marriages" ______ but i think even our parents said that before once in their youth. "dude, i cant even support myself with what im earning now and you expect me to support two?" the reason why most people i know are pleasantly unattached. ______ dope oily food anyway. back to work tomorrow. hurrayness.

i dont even know what Rain is blabbering about in my headphone right now. but the korean ballad is easy on my ears right now considering that my headphone is on full blast. today marks the end of my block leave. no, dont expect me to spend it wisely. i am just gonna soak in the air of melancholy. well, i might be heading to RP for their open house, in which, my sis is already there right now. and no, she aint convinced by me to pursue her diploma in Republic Polytechnic. she's kinda set on Ngee Ann Polytechnic. and i gave up brainwashing her on the pros of RP, well, thats cos she might end up wanting to do business or a science based diploma. meaning, RP aint the way to go and that i'd have to agree. "get your own laptop. dont take my science away" i told my sis "dont worry." she assured me "and when u get a new one, i'm gonna buy me a new one, Maths" i said and i so cant wait to report to work tomorrow. not cos its like so exciting or somethin

get some hot sauce. (i'll) eat him raw. its nice to listen to his accent. my 1st Korean singer in my iPod (black). but not the first on my deceased Creative (original black). :) and this marks the end of today's deep muziq's music updates. 'shut up and let me go' HEY!!