Tonight's the first day of Terawih =) Tomorrow's the 1st day of Ramadhan =) =) but I have 24km Route March to endure???
WHATTHE...
Lucky it's my last-ever 24km... if it's true I have only 44 more days to ORD, Good Riddance I say...
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Hikam tertipus!
I spent something like 4 hours alone doing sentry duty. That sucks! Especially when you've got to keep a lookout for pesky HQ personnel trying to do secret training inspections, while trying not to get caught with your helmet's off and playing PSP. Grrr.
Went to Bunker Mess for so-called Happy Hour cum ORD function.
Trevor said he saw my ORD plaque. LIKE FINALLY! I'm gonna be getting my ORD plaque!!!
But in the end, none of us received it. That sucks. There's nothing much worse than building up the anticipation only to be bastardized. Huh. Hikam tertipus!
Tomorrow's the re-16km route march, and I'm detailed to go. Sucks many many.
Went to Bunker Mess for so-called Happy Hour cum ORD function.
Trevor said he saw my ORD plaque. LIKE FINALLY! I'm gonna be getting my ORD plaque!!!
But in the end, none of us received it. That sucks. There's nothing much worse than building up the anticipation only to be bastardized. Huh. Hikam tertipus!
Tomorrow's the re-16km route march, and I'm detailed to go. Sucks many many.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Back In Black
I had great Choc Fondue today =) I wanna eat it again and again and again and again...
Exhausted. Physically exhausted. And there's 21km AHM tomorrow. Whatthe...
Good to see you in good spirits, putting on a brave front, joking and laughing. Get well soon cuz.
Exhausted. Physically exhausted. And there's 21km AHM tomorrow. Whatthe...
Good to see you in good spirits, putting on a brave front, joking and laughing. Get well soon cuz.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sex Sells... But Not This Time
A girl stopped me at Tamp Int today, asking if she could do a survey.
She talked me up, asked my age, thought I was 19, and when I told her I was 22, she high-5ed me because she was too, and somehow got me to sit at her booth. Layankan je la.
Bad move. Turns out she was trying to sell me insurance without making it seem like 'selling'. My guard was waaay up in an instant, but she was trying very, very hard to get me interested... In more ways than one.
Here was this pretty young thing, lightly made-up, slim and very sexy I must admit, with a bubbly, girlish demeanour,in a very tight, slinky, and short dress with a plunging neckline halfway down her torso. And she was visibly trying to emphasize it. Though the table was at the side, she bent forward towards me unnecessarily whenever she was writing on the paper, trying to offer me a generous look, while jerking her butt out. I had to restrain myself. She sat cross-legged facing me, exposing miles and miles of smooth, toned legs. I just sat there leaning back against the chair, trying to keep a distance. The final straw, however, was her actually rubbing her feet up and down my legs 0_0 , all the while engaging me in small talk.
I was skeptical,asking her all sorts of questions, yet at the part where she expected me to ask questions, I said I had none, which mystifed her. I wasn't going to give her encouragement. When she mentioned about her girlfriend signing up for insurance, I even asked,
"Are u a lesbian?" That made her indignant. Haha.
Though she claimed to have worked only 3-4 months, she certainly knows what she was doing. I can imagine she must have sold many a young man with such persuasive tactics, taking advantage of our animal instincts. But by God, she's not going to get the better of my hormones. Thank God I had enough common sense to see through the blatant use of her sexuality.
I escaped by faking a received phone call, and saying I had to go. She gave me her name card, asked me to fill my name and contact no, and asked me to call her out for lunch one day, smiling sweetly. I gave my name as Zulhairi, and my first-ever no, 96402204 which is non-existent now. I hightailed my way outta there real quick.
Is it ethical? Ladies, would you go to such an extent to earn a few bucks or gain a new client?
Sex may sell, but not this time.
She talked me up, asked my age, thought I was 19, and when I told her I was 22, she high-5ed me because she was too, and somehow got me to sit at her booth. Layankan je la.
Bad move. Turns out she was trying to sell me insurance without making it seem like 'selling'. My guard was waaay up in an instant, but she was trying very, very hard to get me interested... In more ways than one.
Here was this pretty young thing, lightly made-up, slim and very sexy I must admit, with a bubbly, girlish demeanour,in a very tight, slinky, and short dress with a plunging neckline halfway down her torso. And she was visibly trying to emphasize it. Though the table was at the side, she bent forward towards me unnecessarily whenever she was writing on the paper, trying to offer me a generous look, while jerking her butt out. I had to restrain myself. She sat cross-legged facing me, exposing miles and miles of smooth, toned legs. I just sat there leaning back against the chair, trying to keep a distance. The final straw, however, was her actually rubbing her feet up and down my legs 0_0 , all the while engaging me in small talk.
I was skeptical,asking her all sorts of questions, yet at the part where she expected me to ask questions, I said I had none, which mystifed her. I wasn't going to give her encouragement. When she mentioned about her girlfriend signing up for insurance, I even asked,
"Are u a lesbian?" That made her indignant. Haha.
Though she claimed to have worked only 3-4 months, she certainly knows what she was doing. I can imagine she must have sold many a young man with such persuasive tactics, taking advantage of our animal instincts. But by God, she's not going to get the better of my hormones. Thank God I had enough common sense to see through the blatant use of her sexuality.
I escaped by faking a received phone call, and saying I had to go. She gave me her name card, asked me to fill my name and contact no, and asked me to call her out for lunch one day, smiling sweetly. I gave my name as Zulhairi, and my first-ever no, 96402204 which is non-existent now. I hightailed my way outta there real quick.
Is it ethical? Ladies, would you go to such an extent to earn a few bucks or gain a new client?
Sex may sell, but not this time.
Monday, August 18, 2008
WHY ******, WHY???
ASTARGHFIRULLAHALAZIM.
How did this happen? Why did you allow yourself to be surrounded by such company, when you've got an excellent Islamic grounding and a good, supportive family? As I see you there lying in your ICU bed, I shed a tear... I almost cried looking at your pitiful state, as I stood there saying an Al-Fatihah for you. But I had to be strong, as your sister sobbed into my shoulders and I had to console her. Now you've lost 3 fingers, got your jaw broken into 3 pieces, chopped up like a piece of meat, bones broken, God knows what other multiple injuries... I dread what is to become of your future. What happened to you, ******?
What happened to the little cousin that I know?
How did this happen? Why did you allow yourself to be surrounded by such company, when you've got an excellent Islamic grounding and a good, supportive family? As I see you there lying in your ICU bed, I shed a tear... I almost cried looking at your pitiful state, as I stood there saying an Al-Fatihah for you. But I had to be strong, as your sister sobbed into my shoulders and I had to console her. Now you've lost 3 fingers, got your jaw broken into 3 pieces, chopped up like a piece of meat, bones broken, God knows what other multiple injuries... I dread what is to become of your future. What happened to you, ******?
What happened to the little cousin that I know?
Saturday, August 16, 2008
A Closer Look...
Day 4 Post-surgery: This is how my face looks like, in its swollen glory (glory?) Admittedly, the swelling was more prominent on Days 2 & 3, but all the same, the swelling is still there and it gives the effect that I have a square jaw 0_0 !My sis-in law, upon seeing me on Day 2, said she thought I tengah kemam makanan in my mouth! However, what you see here is the swelling around my general jawline, and my lips. I wasn't trying to act cute and pout all eh, those are my lips looking bee-stung probably from the Novocaine injected a few days ago. I can't open my mouth much, obviously. And also my lips are drying up and peeling, despite me eating porridge and consuming lots and lots of water, no thanks I think to the antibiotics and painkillers. Not a pretty sight all-round.
See my left cheek swollen?
And here's the view on the right cheek
Making my jaw look squarish. And note swollen lips. NOT pouts.
Circled in red: My only 2 intact tooth, probably the top 2 which were simply extracted. The other bottom 2 had to be sectioned off and hacked into pieces.Also note the bloody remains: Some of the flesh of my gums stuck to the tooth.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Hot For Teacher
Another catchy, fun, and ultimately, rock N' roll-ing song from Van Halen. The video is a MUST-SEE. All of a young man's fantasies in a song. Ohhh how true. I'm Hot for Teacher =)
VAN HALEN - HOT FOR TEACHER
Spoken:
Oh wow, man !
Wait a second man. Whaddya think the teacher's gonna look like this year ?
F*** man !
T-t-teacher stop that screaming, teacher don't you see ?
Don't wanna be no uptown fool.
Maybe I should go to hell, but I'm doin well,
Teacher needs to see me after school.
Chorus:
I think of all the education that I missed
But then my homework was never quite like this!
Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad,
I'm hot for teacher.
I got it bad, so bad,
I'm hot for teacher
Spoken:
Hey, I heard you missed us, we're back!
I brought my pencil!
Gimme something to write on, man
I heard about your lessons, but lessons are so cold
I know about this school
Little girl from cherry lane, how did you get so bold ?
How did you know that golden rule ?
Chorus:
(Eddie Van Halen's Guitar Solo)
Oh man, I think the clock is slow
I don't feel tardy
Class dismissed!
VAN HALEN - HOT FOR TEACHER
Spoken:
Oh wow, man !
Wait a second man. Whaddya think the teacher's gonna look like this year ?
F*** man !
T-t-teacher stop that screaming, teacher don't you see ?
Don't wanna be no uptown fool.
Maybe I should go to hell, but I'm doin well,
Teacher needs to see me after school.
Chorus:
I think of all the education that I missed
But then my homework was never quite like this!
Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad,
I'm hot for teacher.
I got it bad, so bad,
I'm hot for teacher
Spoken:
Hey, I heard you missed us, we're back!
I brought my pencil!
Gimme something to write on, man
I heard about your lessons, but lessons are so cold
I know about this school
Little girl from cherry lane, how did you get so bold ?
How did you know that golden rule ?
Chorus:
(Eddie Van Halen's Guitar Solo)
Oh man, I think the clock is slow
I don't feel tardy
Class dismissed!
Van Halen - Hot For Teacher
And an IMPOSTOR... literally ripped-off from Van Halen... but hot chicks though 0_0 !
Escape from Fate - Situations
Thursday, August 14, 2008
New Flavour! Blood-flavoured porridge!
Day 2 Post-Surgery:
It's been 2 days now since my surgery, and food has been somewhat of a problem for me. I have to go on a soft diet, porridge and such, and that's all fine and dandy, 'cos my mom makes some incredible chicken porridge. But eating just porridge alone won't cut it; I could at best, nibble the chicken despite it already being minced, and I'm left feeling perpetually hungry. Besides, blood still oozes out of my gums, so I tend to taste chicken-blood porridge. So I do my best to cope with it, adding asam pedas ikan to the porridge to restore some semblance of normalcy. Oh how I miss my mom's cooking.
I also went out to buy a 1.25L tub of macademia nut ice-cream, and some nutella. I spread first the nutella, den ice-cream, on the bread and devoured 3 slices of it with some difficulty, thanks to the limited space with which I could open my mouth. But boy, was it heaven! For once I didn't taste blood, and the ice-cream was good for me too, the coldness hopefully helping the wound to close up faster.
I'm awaiting with keenness the day I can enjoy brownies... and cookies... and fruit-tarts again =)
It's been 2 days now since my surgery, and food has been somewhat of a problem for me. I have to go on a soft diet, porridge and such, and that's all fine and dandy, 'cos my mom makes some incredible chicken porridge. But eating just porridge alone won't cut it; I could at best, nibble the chicken despite it already being minced, and I'm left feeling perpetually hungry. Besides, blood still oozes out of my gums, so I tend to taste chicken-blood porridge. So I do my best to cope with it, adding asam pedas ikan to the porridge to restore some semblance of normalcy. Oh how I miss my mom's cooking.
I also went out to buy a 1.25L tub of macademia nut ice-cream, and some nutella. I spread first the nutella, den ice-cream, on the bread and devoured 3 slices of it with some difficulty, thanks to the limited space with which I could open my mouth. But boy, was it heaven! For once I didn't taste blood, and the ice-cream was good for me too, the coldness hopefully helping the wound to close up faster.
I'm awaiting with keenness the day I can enjoy brownies... and cookies... and fruit-tarts again =)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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I've finally done it.
This morning, I reported to National Dental Centre at 8am. Usually I'm quite serene just before an operation, but today I was feeling a sense of trepidation that I don't normally feel, despite having gone through 3 prior operations, one on my right eyebrow,one on my... err never mind, and one on my thigh bone. Yes I'm scared.
I was briefed on the operation by 2 separate doctors, one to take my declarations and another by the anaesthetist. All sorts of horror situations was briefed to me, including the fact I might not wake up from the general anaesthesia and suffer an unexpected death 0_0 As you can see, I have every right to feel scared. Alhamdulillah I didn't suffer that fate.
This morning, I reported to National Dental Centre at 8am. Usually I'm quite serene just before an operation, but today I was feeling a sense of trepidation that I don't normally feel, despite having gone through 3 prior operations, one on my right eyebrow,one on my... err never mind, and one on my thigh bone. Yes I'm scared.
I was briefed on the operation by 2 separate doctors, one to take my declarations and another by the anaesthetist. All sorts of horror situations was briefed to me, including the fact I might not wake up from the general anaesthesia and suffer an unexpected death 0_0 As you can see, I have every right to feel scared. Alhamdulillah I didn't suffer that fate.
Luckily the doctor taking my declarations was pretty. For once it's not the nurse that's pretty, it's the doctor. Helped to soothe my nerves somewhat.
I changed into an oversized blue robe that had me looking like a Samurai Ninja in an oversized Kimono, and laid down on the operating table. Breathed in some oxygen from the mask over my face, and I conked out.
Next thing I knew, nurse woke me up, and I was feeling a numbness on my lower jaw that I couldn't even feel my lower lip. Turns out that on top of the oxygen mask, the doctor had also jabbed my jaws (Jabberjaw?) with some painkilling injections while I was asleep. Tried to walk to the sink, but after swaying left and right the nurse caught hold of and stabilized me. Was too giddy and my walk too wonky for the doctor to allow me to be discharged. The numbness was so... well, mind-blowingly numb, that I had to look into the mirror to refer to where my lower lip was when swallowing the painkillers. For a while I couldn't close my mouth. Saliva was producing by the buckets and blood was free-flowing. Doctor told me not to spit it out, and instead, swallow, so I guess I became a vampire for a while.
I tried to sleep, but the pain was too intense that even the effects of the oxygen couldn't get me back to sleep, so the nurse stuck some cream inside my mouth that had it sort of paralyzed enough while waiting for the oral painkillers to kick in.
Got home and straight away I zonked out, waking up only to find my pillow wet with saliva and blood 0_0 THAT is a most disgusting sight. Even my T-shirt was blood-stained, so now I have to sleep with a tissuebox beside me =(
Was super-hungry, after all, I had hadn't eaten since midnight because I had to fast up to 6 hrs prior to the operation. But I could only eat a soft diet, porridge and such, and that sucks! I'm perpetually hungry and I can't even have hot food because hot food would make the blood clot expand and promote more bleeding. MC given til the 19th, on which day I would return to NDC to take out the stitches. Here's to a fast recovery...
Swollen jaws, puffy cheeks, bloodied pillows =(
I changed into an oversized blue robe that had me looking like a Samurai Ninja in an oversized Kimono, and laid down on the operating table. Breathed in some oxygen from the mask over my face, and I conked out.
Next thing I knew, nurse woke me up, and I was feeling a numbness on my lower jaw that I couldn't even feel my lower lip. Turns out that on top of the oxygen mask, the doctor had also jabbed my jaws (Jabberjaw?) with some painkilling injections while I was asleep. Tried to walk to the sink, but after swaying left and right the nurse caught hold of and stabilized me. Was too giddy and my walk too wonky for the doctor to allow me to be discharged. The numbness was so... well, mind-blowingly numb, that I had to look into the mirror to refer to where my lower lip was when swallowing the painkillers. For a while I couldn't close my mouth. Saliva was producing by the buckets and blood was free-flowing. Doctor told me not to spit it out, and instead, swallow, so I guess I became a vampire for a while.
I tried to sleep, but the pain was too intense that even the effects of the oxygen couldn't get me back to sleep, so the nurse stuck some cream inside my mouth that had it sort of paralyzed enough while waiting for the oral painkillers to kick in.
Got home and straight away I zonked out, waking up only to find my pillow wet with saliva and blood 0_0 THAT is a most disgusting sight. Even my T-shirt was blood-stained, so now I have to sleep with a tissuebox beside me =(
Was super-hungry, after all, I had hadn't eaten since midnight because I had to fast up to 6 hrs prior to the operation. But I could only eat a soft diet, porridge and such, and that sucks! I'm perpetually hungry and I can't even have hot food because hot food would make the blood clot expand and promote more bleeding. MC given til the 19th, on which day I would return to NDC to take out the stitches. Here's to a fast recovery...
Swollen jaws, puffy cheeks, bloodied pillows =(
Scarified
I planned to go Sim Lim, but didn't.
I went to Tampines Mall instead and didn't plan on ter-bumping into KD, but did.
I didn't plan on running into friends and cousin while talking to KD, but did.
I didn't plan on meeting her parents, but did.
I didn't plan on sending her home, but did.
I didn't plan on hanging around long, but did.
I didn't plan on ending up sipping drinks behind her backyard, but did.
I didn't plan on entering her house at her parents' persistent invitations, and I'm glad I didn't!
No offence there, but... 0_0 !
For full story, ask KD.
Tomorrow's the big day. 4x teeth being pulled out is NO JOKE.
I'm absolutely scarified and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.
I went to Tampines Mall instead and didn't plan on ter-bumping into KD, but did.
I didn't plan on running into friends and cousin while talking to KD, but did.
I didn't plan on meeting her parents, but did.
I didn't plan on sending her home, but did.
I didn't plan on hanging around long, but did.
I didn't plan on ending up sipping drinks behind her backyard, but did.
I didn't plan on entering her house at her parents' persistent invitations, and I'm glad I didn't!
No offence there, but... 0_0 !
For full story, ask KD.
Tomorrow's the big day. 4x teeth being pulled out is NO JOKE.
I'm absolutely scarified and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Historic Game 24: TKH @ SAFRA Tampines
Historic TKH Game 24.
Featuring our new kit for the season, a red/black Nike number staying true to the colours of TKH.
Also our first-ever night game @2100 hrs, played on an AstroTurf pitch at SAFRA Tampines.
It was almost like a Manchester derby! Because our opponents were in sky blue, a la Man Utd vs Man City.
Extract from TKH website:
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What a game. Certainly one of the most physically-demanding games I've played in. Opponents were strong and quick. I was sent crashing to the ground at speed by their goalkeeper who went in with a high challenge, then received a yellow card for his efforts. Tempers were flying. One of theirs sent Yusry tumbling, pandemonium broke out, then he threw a punch at Hafiz and got a red card. A fracas broke out and almost set off a riot both on and off-pitch. Enjoy the pics.
TKH 2008/2009 Kit
Doing some keepie-uppies! =)
Attempting some freestyle tricks
Pre-match Warm-up
Stretches led by the SCDF PTI in the middle
Pantat mesti mau jack dok!
El Capitan's Pre-match Team Talk
Candid Team Photo
100808 Matchday Team Photo
Hermie tussling for the ball
Flying Faizal
Me sprinting after the ball
Yusry breaking away
Yusry sent crashing to the ground
Hafiz booting the ball upfield
Our 3rd goal off Yusry's free-kick
Wall forming up to defend against opponent's free-kick
Wall closing down the opponent
Wanaldinho getting to the ball first
Our WAGS (Wives And Girlfriends) and subs...Wanaldinho brought his wife and mom! 0_0
Post-match aftermath
Featuring our new kit for the season, a red/black Nike number staying true to the colours of TKH.
Also our first-ever night game @2100 hrs, played on an AstroTurf pitch at SAFRA Tampines.
It was almost like a Manchester derby! Because our opponents were in sky blue, a la Man Utd vs Man City.
Extract from TKH website:
Superb turnout. Shahril Brown. Zee Casillas. Wan Tanker. Aizad Terry. Wan Nesta. Arip Ramos. Ijad del Horno. Halim Alves. Faizal Cannavaro. Hermie Fabregas. Yusry Kewell. Roy van Persie. Sameer Nasri. Wanaldinho. Ahmad Raul. Zulhikam Ronaldo. Hafiz Rooney. Azril Fowler. Your presence alone deserve a round of applause. History in the making with 18 brothers making it on this Matchday 24. 1st half XI: Shahril Brown; Wan Tanker, Aizad Terry; Ijad del Horno; Halim Belletti; Zee Casillas; Ahmad Raul; Wanaldinho; Zulhikam Ronaldo; Hafiz Rooney, Azril Fowler. with a 4-4-2 formation. Wancin lead the team out with Arip, Khairul and me not in the team. Our opponents were well organised at the back and their left winger was a main threat to us. Halim with his knee guard on was unable to cope with his pace. Persistant attacks from their left forced me to replace him with lanky Arip Ramos. Zee Casillas was unable to hold our midfield so Faizal Cannavaro was brought in to stabilise and control the middle of the park. We were sporadic in attacks but for the 2nd part of the half we weren't under pressure. A poor kick from their keeper at the top of their box reached Faizal Cannavaro who, ala Gerrard, lobbed the ball all the way from centre half, into an empty net. 1-0!! 5-10 minutes later of a corner, sloppy handling from Shahril Brown and our defence allowed the opponents to equalize. 1-1! We continued to play down the flanks with Ijad del horno, Zulhikam Ronaldo and Wanaldinho dominating. A persistant Ijad, after good interplay with Hikam, ran all the way to the barline to supply a cross to who else? Azril to tap in for a good lead. 2-1! Azril later had to make way for Hermie due to a foot injury. Half time whistle was blown and game was hanging at 2 goals apiece. Wholesale changes were made for the 2nd half. 2nd half XI: Zee Casillas; Wan Nesta, Arip Ramos, Shahril Brown, Ijad del Horno, Faizal Cannavaro, Hermie Fabregas; Yusry Kewell, Sameer Nasri, Roy van der persie; Wanaldinho with a 4-2-3-1 formation. We made use the pace of our Roy van Persie and Sameer Nasri to terrorise our opponents but was unable to get shots on target. Sameer missed a sitter right in front of goal. Then we got a freekick 30 yards from goal. Wancin ran over the ball and I saw an opening to swerve the ball over the wall and over the keeper to increase the scoreline. I was happy that I was able to contribute to the team and felt happier when my team mates rushed to me to celebrate the goal. |
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What a game. Certainly one of the most physically-demanding games I've played in. Opponents were strong and quick. I was sent crashing to the ground at speed by their goalkeeper who went in with a high challenge, then received a yellow card for his efforts. Tempers were flying. One of theirs sent Yusry tumbling, pandemonium broke out, then he threw a punch at Hafiz and got a red card. A fracas broke out and almost set off a riot both on and off-pitch. Enjoy the pics.
TKH 2008/2009 Kit
Doing some keepie-uppies! =)
Attempting some freestyle tricks
Pre-match Warm-up
Stretches led by the SCDF PTI in the middle
Pantat mesti mau jack dok!
El Capitan's Pre-match Team Talk
Candid Team Photo
100808 Matchday Team Photo
Hermie tussling for the ball
Flying Faizal
Me sprinting after the ball
Yusry breaking away
Yusry sent crashing to the ground
Hafiz booting the ball upfield
Our 3rd goal off Yusry's free-kick
Wall forming up to defend against opponent's free-kick
Wall closing down the opponent
Wanaldinho getting to the ball first
Our WAGS (Wives And Girlfriends) and subs...Wanaldinho brought his wife and mom! 0_0
Post-match aftermathFriday, August 8, 2008
Out-of-the-field
So that's it then. I've gone through probably the last outfield exercise before I ORD. 9 days of field camp + SIT Test has left me more than a little sian, but I'll also miss the experience which I probably can't get anywhere else.
Teaching my men how to take cover behind trees and obstacles. Storming rooms and windows. Screaming my head off at them. Making them leopard crawl and pick up their litter. Knocking them down. 'Prata-ing' them by making them change to crunches. Knocking them down again back in camp for no apparent reason, only to present a birthday cake for them and making them realize its just a prank. Sleeping on the safari bed, waking up to stare at the glittering pre-dawn sky. Waking up at 0345hrs in the morning to go alone deep into the bushes and pee. Throwing rocks upwards to dislodge the bats roosting on the ceiling. Taking off my boots to climb up a tree to dislodge something stuck up there, just like a kampung boy. Catching snakes. Catching milipedes. No wild boars this time though. Catching fish. Catfish. Digging up the beachhead, looking for fat worms to catch fish. Managing to catch only half-a-worm, and a skinny little idiot worm. Discovering clustered little balls that look like eggs buried beneath the sand. Catching crabs. Catching hermit crabs. Speaking of hermit crabs...
dengan muka penuh puzzled, " Letak air buat aper? Crabs kan amphibian?"
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Teaching my men how to take cover behind trees and obstacles. Storming rooms and windows. Screaming my head off at them. Making them leopard crawl and pick up their litter. Knocking them down. 'Prata-ing' them by making them change to crunches. Knocking them down again back in camp for no apparent reason, only to present a birthday cake for them and making them realize its just a prank. Sleeping on the safari bed, waking up to stare at the glittering pre-dawn sky. Waking up at 0345hrs in the morning to go alone deep into the bushes and pee. Throwing rocks upwards to dislodge the bats roosting on the ceiling. Taking off my boots to climb up a tree to dislodge something stuck up there, just like a kampung boy. Catching snakes. Catching milipedes. No wild boars this time though. Catching fish. Catfish. Digging up the beachhead, looking for fat worms to catch fish. Managing to catch only half-a-worm, and a skinny little idiot worm. Discovering clustered little balls that look like eggs buried beneath the sand. Catching crabs. Catching hermit crabs. Speaking of hermit crabs...
Asri was playing with and showing us the hermit crab he caught in a Tupperware back at company line. Poor thing was clawing around, clearly out of its element in a dry, airtight container. So I suggested, "Eh, put in some water la, if not it can't survive long without water to breathe!" (for the uninitiated, crabs breathe by extracting oxygen in water through their gills)
And Asri replied...
And Asri replied...
dengan muka penuh puzzled, " Letak air buat aper? Crabs kan amphibian?"
0_0
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
I Wanna Be With You...
Mandy Moore - I Wanna Be With You
I try but I cant seem to get myself
To think of anything
But you
Your breath on my face
Your warm gentle kiss I taste the truth
I taste the truth
We know what I came here for
So I won`t ask for more
I wanna be with you
If only for a night
To be the one who's in your arms
Who holds you tight
I wanna be with you
There`s nothing more to say
There`s nothing else I want more than to feel this way
I wanna be with you (yeah)
So I`ll hold you tonight
Like I would if you were mine
to hold forever more
And I`ll savour each touch that I wanted
So much to feel before (to feel before)
How beautiful it is
Just to be like this
I wanna be with you
If only for a night
To be the one who's in your arms
Who holds you tight
I wanna be with you
There`s nothing more to say
There`s nothing else I want more than to feel this way
(I wanna be) I wanna be with you
Oh baby
I can`t fight this feeling anymore
It drives me crazy when I try to
So call my name
Take my hand
Can you make my wish
Baby, your command?
Yeahhh
I wanna be with you
There`s nothing more to say
There`s nothing else I want more than to feel this way
(I wanna be)I wanna be with you (I wanna be with you)
I wanna be with you
Wanna be with you (Yeahhh)
(I wanna be with you)I wanna be
I wanna be with you
(I wanna be)
(i wanna be)
(I wanna be with you) Yeahh
(I wanna be with you)
I wanna be, I wanna be baby
I wanna be
(I wanna be with you)
I wanna be with you yeah
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
I love this song. I've been searching for this song for quite some time now, but I didn't know the title, but now, I've finally re-discovered it again. I first heard this song back when I was a 14 year old, and it was one of those songs that totally had me spellbound, just like Dreams by The Cranberries before it. Back then, I developed an instant crush on Mandy (I still do), and her soft, breathy, feminine voice had a calming effect on my male soul. She's *so* sweet. So demure, so feminine, so... vulnerable. Those fluttery eyes... those luscious, pouty lips... that slinky profile, those flowing, shoulder-length locks, that coquettish, manja demeanour... that alabaster skin, the saccharine sweet voice, the girl-next-door aura... her innocence... I used to close my eyes and just pretend she was singing it to me. Makes a guy wanna put her in my arms and just take care of her. Ahhh the dreams of teenagehood. Whenever I was feeling hyper-aggressive or found myself in a fiery situation, listening to this song never failed to soothe me, and calm me down. Such is the effect a woman can have on a man. Heh.
Similarly for Dreams. I first heard Dreams back in K2, and when the song played, a warm fuzziness came over me, and intrigued by the softness of Dolores O' Riordan's voice, I put my head next to the speakers, closed my eyes, and savoured the moment. At the age of 6, in K2! 0_0 Even to this day, the same fuzziness comes over me. I can't explain what it is that's got me fascinated by their voices, and I've spent the past few days playing this song by Mandy Moore over and over again. Can you make my wish... baby your command?
A beautiful acoustic rendition
I try but I cant seem to get myself
To think of anything
But you
Your breath on my face
Your warm gentle kiss I taste the truth
I taste the truth
We know what I came here for
So I won`t ask for more
I wanna be with you
If only for a night
To be the one who's in your arms
Who holds you tight
I wanna be with you
There`s nothing more to say
There`s nothing else I want more than to feel this way
I wanna be with you (yeah)
So I`ll hold you tonight
Like I would if you were mine
to hold forever more
And I`ll savour each touch that I wanted
So much to feel before (to feel before)
How beautiful it is
Just to be like this
I wanna be with you
If only for a night
To be the one who's in your arms
Who holds you tight
I wanna be with you
There`s nothing more to say
There`s nothing else I want more than to feel this way
(I wanna be) I wanna be with you
Oh baby
I can`t fight this feeling anymore
It drives me crazy when I try to
So call my name
Take my hand
Can you make my wish
Baby, your command?
Yeahhh
I wanna be with you
There`s nothing more to say
There`s nothing else I want more than to feel this way
(I wanna be)I wanna be with you (I wanna be with you)
I wanna be with you
Wanna be with you (Yeahhh)
(I wanna be with you)I wanna be
I wanna be with you
(I wanna be)
(i wanna be)
(I wanna be with you) Yeahh
(I wanna be with you)
I wanna be, I wanna be baby
I wanna be
(I wanna be with you)
I wanna be with you yeah
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
I love this song. I've been searching for this song for quite some time now, but I didn't know the title, but now, I've finally re-discovered it again. I first heard this song back when I was a 14 year old, and it was one of those songs that totally had me spellbound, just like Dreams by The Cranberries before it. Back then, I developed an instant crush on Mandy (I still do), and her soft, breathy, feminine voice had a calming effect on my male soul. She's *so* sweet. So demure, so feminine, so... vulnerable. Those fluttery eyes... those luscious, pouty lips... that slinky profile, those flowing, shoulder-length locks, that coquettish, manja demeanour... that alabaster skin, the saccharine sweet voice, the girl-next-door aura... her innocence... I used to close my eyes and just pretend she was singing it to me. Makes a guy wanna put her in my arms and just take care of her. Ahhh the dreams of teenagehood. Whenever I was feeling hyper-aggressive or found myself in a fiery situation, listening to this song never failed to soothe me, and calm me down. Such is the effect a woman can have on a man. Heh.
Similarly for Dreams. I first heard Dreams back in K2, and when the song played, a warm fuzziness came over me, and intrigued by the softness of Dolores O' Riordan's voice, I put my head next to the speakers, closed my eyes, and savoured the moment. At the age of 6, in K2! 0_0 Even to this day, the same fuzziness comes over me. I can't explain what it is that's got me fascinated by their voices, and I've spent the past few days playing this song by Mandy Moore over and over again. Can you make my wish... baby your command?
A beautiful acoustic rendition
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Old Victorians' Association (OVA)
Groan.
After the exploits of yesterday night at which I slept at 0500hrs, I realized I had a dental appointment on Monday, but my appointment card is in camp! So I had to catch the 0830hrs ferry to Tekong and come out again. Unfortunately, I couldn't wake up in time, so I had to die2 make it for the 1200hrs ferry in order to catch the last ferry back to Singapore back at 1230hrs, which I did. Gah.
Got a call from El Capitan Yusry asking if I was interested to join in a kickabout with the Old Victorians' Association (OVA), the alumni body of my alma mater. Of course I was, I hadn't kicked a ball for weeks and I was honoured to be able to link up with my fellow Victorians and OVA.
I'd been looking forward to tonight's Search concert for 2 months, but out of respect at my dad's request that I not go so that I can observe malam Isra' and Mi'raj, I forgo-ed my plans. My dad actually compensated my $100 burnt. That's nice of him.
I was nervous about meeting up with the past batches of fellow Victorians. Who were they? How old are they? Will I see any familiar faces? Fortunately I did. Besides Yusry, I also saw Faizal Mamak and Hazwan on the pitch. An absolutely fabulous, multi-grained flat AstroTurf pitch that wasn't present during my time there. It had been 5 years since I left VS, and I hadn't returned since. I was surprised to see together with the youngsters and 20-somethings, many middle-aged men and uncles playing. I was humbled to learn that these were all former Victorians, ranging from as old as 60 to 40 us youngsters, coming from the 3 different Victoria School eras; from the time VS was located at Tyrwhitt Road at Jalan Besar, to the 3 Geylang Baru Lane generation at Kallang which was where I came from, to the present-day location at Marine Parade, where I was priviledged to spend 6 months, due to my repeating one more year of Sec 3.
We shared stories, introduced ourselves, and that mysterious entity known as the Victorian Spirit immediately created chemistry between us, and in no time at all I felt an affinity for them as if they were all my long-lost friends. Most of us remembered the old man, Mr Ho Kiat Chong, now in his 70s and retired, yet still running cross-country, who was my PE teacher in Sec 1... he had taught all these old-timers too, just as he taught me, back when I was a scampering young rascal.
I was inspired by the fitness and vitality of these uncles, and while us youngsters played with youthful naivety, them senior ones took the initiative of correcting us where we made mistakes and improved our game. The community spirit certainly showed there, and the informal banter and cross cultural talking such as Albert, who spoke in fluent Malay, certainly contributed to the familial atmosphere. My lethargy at not having enough sleep last night plus my lack of football in months meant that I found it hard to even keep up with these spritely sages, and I had to endure the full body aches.
I met and made new friends: Roshaizan, 46... Gobind, 46... Khalid, 18... Salik, 29... Thomas, 20. Of course, there was Yusry, 25 and me, 22-teen.
The age of some of these members meant that their perception of the space and time continuum might also have been skewed a little. One of the seniors when talking about how us youngsters can still do it while them old-timers might have lost their touch a little, actually asked me this:
"You're still young, just look at you, how old are you, 30? 25?"
"I'm 22"
"Ah see! Young man like you, can still make it!"
Wow. That's the first time anyone actually guessed above my age and not 5 years younger, much less the big 3-0. Haha.
Roshaizan asked me if I was interested in playing for OVA and that meant making a jersey, so I agreed without hesitation and SMS-ed him my details. This is an excellent opportunity to remind me of all the reasons why I was a Victorian in the first place, and all of it was brought possible through football. V,Viva, Viva Victoria!
After the exploits of yesterday night at which I slept at 0500hrs, I realized I had a dental appointment on Monday, but my appointment card is in camp! So I had to catch the 0830hrs ferry to Tekong and come out again. Unfortunately, I couldn't wake up in time, so I had to die2 make it for the 1200hrs ferry in order to catch the last ferry back to Singapore back at 1230hrs, which I did. Gah.
Got a call from El Capitan Yusry asking if I was interested to join in a kickabout with the Old Victorians' Association (OVA), the alumni body of my alma mater. Of course I was, I hadn't kicked a ball for weeks and I was honoured to be able to link up with my fellow Victorians and OVA.
I'd been looking forward to tonight's Search concert for 2 months, but out of respect at my dad's request that I not go so that I can observe malam Isra' and Mi'raj, I forgo-ed my plans. My dad actually compensated my $100 burnt. That's nice of him.
I was nervous about meeting up with the past batches of fellow Victorians. Who were they? How old are they? Will I see any familiar faces? Fortunately I did. Besides Yusry, I also saw Faizal Mamak and Hazwan on the pitch. An absolutely fabulous, multi-grained flat AstroTurf pitch that wasn't present during my time there. It had been 5 years since I left VS, and I hadn't returned since. I was surprised to see together with the youngsters and 20-somethings, many middle-aged men and uncles playing. I was humbled to learn that these were all former Victorians, ranging from as old as 60 to 40 us youngsters, coming from the 3 different Victoria School eras; from the time VS was located at Tyrwhitt Road at Jalan Besar, to the 3 Geylang Baru Lane generation at Kallang which was where I came from, to the present-day location at Marine Parade, where I was priviledged to spend 6 months, due to my repeating one more year of Sec 3.
We shared stories, introduced ourselves, and that mysterious entity known as the Victorian Spirit immediately created chemistry between us, and in no time at all I felt an affinity for them as if they were all my long-lost friends. Most of us remembered the old man, Mr Ho Kiat Chong, now in his 70s and retired, yet still running cross-country, who was my PE teacher in Sec 1... he had taught all these old-timers too, just as he taught me, back when I was a scampering young rascal.
I was inspired by the fitness and vitality of these uncles, and while us youngsters played with youthful naivety, them senior ones took the initiative of correcting us where we made mistakes and improved our game. The community spirit certainly showed there, and the informal banter and cross cultural talking such as Albert, who spoke in fluent Malay, certainly contributed to the familial atmosphere. My lethargy at not having enough sleep last night plus my lack of football in months meant that I found it hard to even keep up with these spritely sages, and I had to endure the full body aches.
I met and made new friends: Roshaizan, 46... Gobind, 46... Khalid, 18... Salik, 29... Thomas, 20. Of course, there was Yusry, 25 and me, 22-teen.
The age of some of these members meant that their perception of the space and time continuum might also have been skewed a little. One of the seniors when talking about how us youngsters can still do it while them old-timers might have lost their touch a little, actually asked me this:
"You're still young, just look at you, how old are you, 30? 25?"
"I'm 22"
"Ah see! Young man like you, can still make it!"
Wow. That's the first time anyone actually guessed above my age and not 5 years younger, much less the big 3-0. Haha.
Roshaizan asked me if I was interested in playing for OVA and that meant making a jersey, so I agreed without hesitation and SMS-ed him my details. This is an excellent opportunity to remind me of all the reasons why I was a Victorian in the first place, and all of it was brought possible through football. V,Viva, Viva Victoria!
~NIL SINE LABORE~
Wanna join me? =)
It's a lazay Saturday morning and afternoon for me today. I needed to get the tickets for the Search concert tomorrow night at Republic Poly quick, but I couldn't be arsed to get dressed and leave the house. So what I did was to wait till almost night-time before I left my house.
And the night... tonight... is VERY young.
I left my house at 6+pm, took 28 to Muzika Records (Muzzika?Hmmm) at Joo Chiat Complex, only to be told that the $40, 50% off for NSF tickets to the Search concert have all been SOLD OUT. GAH!!! So I blew $100 bucks to get the remaining ticket, and met up with my pal Nawaz to Maghrib and Isyak at the Malay Village surau. May the Kuda Kepang procession going on nearby terbakar dengan ayat-ayat orang bersolat. Afterwards we had dinner at Teh Tarik Corner to fill in the time before I'm to be picked up by Asri at Yio Chu Kang MRT at 2300hrs. Chicken Chop for $5.50 sounds good, no?
2300hrs came, and Asri duly picked me up in his car. We were gonna link up with the rest of the Jin gang at Adam Road foodcourt. The bikers, Nabil, Didi and Sekeps parked their bikes while their pillions, Nazmi and Danial got into the car first. So we had 3x combat Sergeants (Nabil, Asri and me), 1x clerk (Didi), 1x storeman (Sekeps), 1x driver (Nazmi) and even a medic! (Dan) So we're all set and ready to go for our little excursion. But not a single one of us remembered to bring a torchlight!!! How to go for excursion like that?
It was around 0100hrs before we set off. Didi led us to this hidden place down the road from Adam Road foodcourt, a place where I'd been once before with an uncle, and which had rather spooked me out. The place was somewhere inside Sime Road, a place which is known to the informed as Bukit Brown, a place where landed property sprawled all around. But we were looking for private property of a different kind. A really private, private property. One which had only one occupant each.
We entered the gates, to be greeted with a group of Chinese families burning paper in a giant bonfire. It was after all, the Hungry Ghost month. We drove past, and entered deeper, right into the heart of the cemetery. The road was unlit, and the track was narrow, such that we could easily have fallen into the crevice if Asri wasn't careful with his driving. It was really an experience, with dead people littering the ground to the left and right of you, and to know you're probably the only 7 living people in the entire ground. We saw a little lit rundown shack, probably belonging to contract workers (what kinda people live there???) and drove through every possible road and explored every area of that Chinese cemetery. We drove slowly through this particular valley, where Didi said he saw mist flowing down towards him when he visited it previously on his bike, and true enough, the windscreen started misting up once we entered the valley. Didi then pointed out 2 male statues guarding a big gravestone, which he said had turned to face his direction when he last visited the place. Eerie. Plus, we passed by a tiny shack and I saw a Cockatoo in a cage... was someone living there? Unfortunately, (or is it fortunately?) we didn't get to see anything, so after spending about an hour there, we exited, and made our way out...
...to Mount Faber. I had the genius idea of suggesting we visit Mount Faber, although I would really like to visit another scary place. And it was ethereal, the view from one of Singapore's highest vantage points. Mount Faber at 0330hrs was stupendous. We were higher than many HDB flats, as tall as some hotels... and the view from the binoculars (teghopong as Dan says them... 'R' dia rosak!) was exhilarating, it took my breath away. It really reminded me of the view from the peak of .404 in Taiwan... but instead of orange and longan plantations and jungle surrounding me, I was now surrounded by the urban jungle. Beautiful. If I ever have a gf one day, I'm definitely gonna bring her up to enjoy the sights.
After .404 eh I mean, Mount Faber, we headed off to The Cheese Prata Shop, Nabil's idea. Had one telor and one kosong, before we guys parted parted ways and I hopped onto Sekeps' red Honda Wave for a hitch back home at 0430 hrs. I crashed into bed at 0500 hrs.
I told you the night was very young. Wanna join me? =)
And the night... tonight... is VERY young.
I left my house at 6+pm, took 28 to Muzika Records (Muzzika?Hmmm) at Joo Chiat Complex, only to be told that the $40, 50% off for NSF tickets to the Search concert have all been SOLD OUT. GAH!!! So I blew $100 bucks to get the remaining ticket, and met up with my pal Nawaz to Maghrib and Isyak at the Malay Village surau. May the Kuda Kepang procession going on nearby terbakar dengan ayat-ayat orang bersolat. Afterwards we had dinner at Teh Tarik Corner to fill in the time before I'm to be picked up by Asri at Yio Chu Kang MRT at 2300hrs. Chicken Chop for $5.50 sounds good, no?
2300hrs came, and Asri duly picked me up in his car. We were gonna link up with the rest of the Jin gang at Adam Road foodcourt. The bikers, Nabil, Didi and Sekeps parked their bikes while their pillions, Nazmi and Danial got into the car first. So we had 3x combat Sergeants (Nabil, Asri and me), 1x clerk (Didi), 1x storeman (Sekeps), 1x driver (Nazmi) and even a medic! (Dan) So we're all set and ready to go for our little excursion. But not a single one of us remembered to bring a torchlight!!! How to go for excursion like that?
It was around 0100hrs before we set off. Didi led us to this hidden place down the road from Adam Road foodcourt, a place where I'd been once before with an uncle, and which had rather spooked me out. The place was somewhere inside Sime Road, a place which is known to the informed as Bukit Brown, a place where landed property sprawled all around. But we were looking for private property of a different kind. A really private, private property. One which had only one occupant each.
We entered the gates, to be greeted with a group of Chinese families burning paper in a giant bonfire. It was after all, the Hungry Ghost month. We drove past, and entered deeper, right into the heart of the cemetery. The road was unlit, and the track was narrow, such that we could easily have fallen into the crevice if Asri wasn't careful with his driving. It was really an experience, with dead people littering the ground to the left and right of you, and to know you're probably the only 7 living people in the entire ground. We saw a little lit rundown shack, probably belonging to contract workers (what kinda people live there???) and drove through every possible road and explored every area of that Chinese cemetery. We drove slowly through this particular valley, where Didi said he saw mist flowing down towards him when he visited it previously on his bike, and true enough, the windscreen started misting up once we entered the valley. Didi then pointed out 2 male statues guarding a big gravestone, which he said had turned to face his direction when he last visited the place. Eerie. Plus, we passed by a tiny shack and I saw a Cockatoo in a cage... was someone living there? Unfortunately, (or is it fortunately?) we didn't get to see anything, so after spending about an hour there, we exited, and made our way out...
...to Mount Faber. I had the genius idea of suggesting we visit Mount Faber, although I would really like to visit another scary place. And it was ethereal, the view from one of Singapore's highest vantage points. Mount Faber at 0330hrs was stupendous. We were higher than many HDB flats, as tall as some hotels... and the view from the binoculars (teghopong as Dan says them... 'R' dia rosak!) was exhilarating, it took my breath away. It really reminded me of the view from the peak of .404 in Taiwan... but instead of orange and longan plantations and jungle surrounding me, I was now surrounded by the urban jungle. Beautiful. If I ever have a gf one day, I'm definitely gonna bring her up to enjoy the sights.
After .404 eh I mean, Mount Faber, we headed off to The Cheese Prata Shop, Nabil's idea. Had one telor and one kosong, before we guys parted parted ways and I hopped onto Sekeps' red Honda Wave for a hitch back home at 0430 hrs. I crashed into bed at 0500 hrs.
I told you the night was very young. Wanna join me? =)
Friday, August 1, 2008
Freaky Friday
I woke up at 5am this morning, literally under the dark moonlit sky, greeted by the sight of thousands of twinkling stars, in an open clearing in the middle of the jungle, breathing in the cool dawn air. Such a beautiful sight that can't be found in mainland Singapore, and it will be one of the few things I'll truly miss when I ORD in 3 months time. It's right up there with waking up at 4am on top of a mountain to witness dawn arising in Taiwan.
Went through the Battle Innoculation Course with my face painted with a special design: a green base, with the words ORD painted in black on it. Heh. Rubbing more salt into the face of my recruits, who still have 2 YEARS to go. Haha.
Talkin' about small worlds, the bed opposite of her grandma's in Tan Tock Seng Hospital turned out to be the aunt of my fellow TKH-ian Faizal! He came complete in TKH jersey. Hmmm. Small world indeed.
I'm excited about my plans for tomorrow night and Sunday night!!! =)
Went through the Battle Innoculation Course with my face painted with a special design: a green base, with the words ORD painted in black on it. Heh. Rubbing more salt into the face of my recruits, who still have 2 YEARS to go. Haha.
In the evening, I agreed to meet Syida for dinner and to visit her grandma in hospital. What I wasn't counting on was to meet almost her entire clan there and all her siblings! And in the end, what I thought was gonna be a catching up session during dinner ended up being dinner with all of them. Gee. It was awkward for me initially, but to their credit, they had light-hearted banter with me, though I suspect its due to the fact that they thought I was her bf or something. Geez. I had to endure ribbing by her brother (her sis asked him if he wanted to 'interview' me!), and her brother's gf ("we'll leave you for some privacy" she said), and her uncle... sheesh. I just looked at her, and she looked at me, we shrugged our shoulders, and rolled our eyes. For the last time, we are good friends, with connected links, her sister and my brother are friends, her sis's ex is my bro's good friend, she's friends with my 2nd cousin and we have some common TKGS and Victorian friends. It's a small world. That's all k. Nothing more.
Talkin' about small worlds, the bed opposite of her grandma's in Tan Tock Seng Hospital turned out to be the aunt of my fellow TKH-ian Faizal! He came complete in TKH jersey. Hmmm. Small world indeed.
I'm excited about my plans for tomorrow night and Sunday night!!! =)
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