Showing posts with label VC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label VC. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Not the best weekend

It's true, I didn't exactly had the best weekend this time round. Friday at Dbl O was kinda ruined what with all of us feeling so fking tired. Left my house feeling quite upbeat but by 12am the mood just died. Partly also because didn't really drink much lah, but wth, our hands are already full trying to cope with the drunkard nonsense both Fabian and birthday boy Shunfa are giving us. That's the only fun thing of the night really, watching Shunfa do his thang to all the strangers and taking photos of wasted Fabian after 4x vomit.

Saturday was quite sair too. Met up with KG to go army market get some stuff then rotted the day away at Bugis. Didn't get to watch any movie also cause couldn't coordinate the timings and there ain't really many nice movies anyway. There's this new mall opposite Parco Bugis Junction called Iluma or Ilumo, the cinema there having this promotion all movies all day $6 until 31st March. Eng eng can drop by there and take a look. The interior is really quite leet although there aren't that many shops yet.

Dropped by Rab Bar after meeting up with Sam, initially thought wanted to go finish the Martell but turns out that VC already finished it. Damn paiseh lah, lucky nobody inside yet. End up just had a couple of beer before calling it a day. General consensus is like... "What a day." And I was half-feeling this the previous night at Dbl O too.

Sunday aka today is solely reserved for playing PSP, watching TV, sleeping and packing bags and getting ready to book in. It's weekends like this that makes me wanna kill myself sometimes. I look at my contact list on MSN and there ain't a single soul I can chat with. I don't know what to say to most people, and I don't know what to do with myself. It's best to seek solace in my PSP. Too fucking bad I forgot to bring my book back from camp. I used to crave for some personal time, to do my own stuff and deal with things on my own. Now I've got all the time in the world to burn and yet the only thing I'm feeling is...quite simply nothing. I'm just feeling hungry all the time.

Speaking of which have I gave a plug to the Mutton Cheese Murtabak at Casuarina Prata opposite my house yet? It's so fucking awesome, just the thought of it is enough to kill me. Not very accessible though, but anyone who has a car or lives nearby should really make the effort to come and try it. You won't regret I swear. And then there's this other prata shop near Kembangan I forgot call what, I went there for supper after Charmaine's birthday party and, ahem, some other fun stuff I did haha. Although I was rendered quite unconcious by certain events of that night, I still remember Gio said the cheese prata uses mozerella cheese and I remember vividly the taste and it's damn owning too.

Shit I shouldn't really be talking about food all the time especially now. And I really should cut down on smoking this week for the simple reason that I'm really out of money. One more weekend to go before payday but I really wonder how can I do it... The exercise in Tekong is fucking own I brought 2 1/2 packs thought will be enough to last the week. End up the first 3 days zitao finish all already. Give some here give some there sterng here sterng there. The last day practically everyone is sharing Randall's pack. Quite paiseh but ok lah thankfully we're quite tight. I really don't know man, the most I can afford is 2 packs. Thankfully I working under Zhuang's team not enough can get from him but then again quite paiseh also. I'm quite fucked.

Just got a call from my mum. Sigh... don't really feel like spelling out exactly what I feel about this whole situation. Fel will know. It's really too late lah sometimes, and at first it was quite alright, now I'm starting to get sick of it and feel like she's smothering me. Don't go all mother-and-son on me. Sometimes I can play along but recently I just don't feel like it. Corera told me before that it's never too late, sometimes love maybe but never kinship. Then again I can't explain what I'm feeling. Am I unfilial? Is it justified? Will I regret it? I don't know. Sick of all this. It's really just too late that's all I feel and can say.

Here comes exercise Molar.

Friday, 16 August 2013

Foot rot.

Why does my feet always smell so bloody darn bad after guard duty? I don't know how they're gonna rot when I go for field exercise next month. Just 24hours without taking off my boots there're already these whiteish fungus-like thing on my soles and the smell is like salted fish x 1000000000. Seriously hong gan man.

Met up with KG and VC on friday night before VC heads off to Brunei for 2 weeks. He was saying about his quail-killing experience and man, I really don't know if I'm able to do that. I think there're really only 2 types of people around in these world, those who can pull off a quail's neck and those that can't. I can't imagine myself doing that. Give me a weapon and MAYBE, just maybe I can kill it but pull off its head bare-handed? Respect to my man VC.

Then we did something that was part of The Life routine, which is buying some $4.60 worth of candy from Candy Empire and sitting down in a square in Millenia Walk to eat. 3 grown man, NSFs, sharing a packet of candy and talking. This is THE LIFE.

3 of my bunkmates were from Cougar Coy back in BMT and they were always talking about how tough and fucked up their BMT was. Of course, Cougar is famous for being the "Ninja Coy" of School 1 and judging by the way Ninja trains, it's really really damn fucking xiong. I should know, Orion is just opposite of Ninja and they'll sleep later and wake up earlier than us everyday.

Back to these Cougar boys, everytime I hear them talk about their xiong BMT, I will suddenly be overcame with a sense of inferiority. To be honest, my 6-week+ modified BMT is really relac-jac and cannot be compared to any other Coys I think. I believe that men are moulded by their experiences and the more shit they are made to go through, the tougher they will be when they came out of it. A little like the corny overused saying - what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. So these Cougar boys went through their hellish BMT, I'm sure they had benefitted from it and became better men, if not better soldiers at least. What does that make me then? Inferior to these men from Cougar? Inferior soldier?

I guess I just have too much pride and ego in me, that's why I'll have these feelings. I hate to be inferior to others but I feel so all the time. Or maybe I felt it much stronger in this case simply because they are from Cougar Coy. People always say the true colours will show during outfield, and I wanna test myself to see if deep down I really am an inferior soldier compared to them.

I know I sound like I got a screw loose right, why wanna act so garang? Perhaps I haven't really kannah 1x jialat jialat experience before, that's why here I am talking shit. Maybe I'll change to be a chao keng king after that, who knows. (If you don't already consider me chao keng!) Kinda looking a little teeny weeny forward to the outfield, not so much to my foot-rot though.

Anyway just to clarify, make no mistake, the 3 Cougar boys are all good friends of mine. We get along really fine. Randall is like my best smoking kaki besides Eugene cause we're the only 2 in our bunk that smokes haha. Chu Heng is my running buddy, we always run together during Healthy Lifestyle and Prasadh is always offering my biscuits. It's all good. They're not the Cougar boys, or rather Cougar boy, that I kinda dislike.. Hahaha!

Alright, after a tiring day of guard duty yesterday, I satisfied my need for a bloody long nap just now and I'm going for dinner now. Book in 2230. Don't think I'm coming home next nights out so update this space next week. I'm out.

Thursday, 15 August 2013

CNY long weekend!

I haven't updated this blog since my last post, when I was still in the midst of my nerve-wrecking pulsating final examinations period. An overall assessment of the papers, I actually feel that the last AFA paper is the hardest. The theory portion is ... pretty unexpected and my answers were definitely not my most confident ones. Anyhow, with the ending of that paper my poly life has also came to an end. I used to hear them stories from Steven about how chiong and fun his poly life is, but now that mine's over I don't really feel that mine was even half as chiong and fun.

Still, David and I agreed on this, Poly > Secondary School ALL THE WAY. A better word to describe my poly life would be... relaxing. Everything was relaxing and cool and after 3 years of over-achieving I don't think my life will ever encounter a smoother period again. Primary school time was crazily easy but that's when I was still a kid. Secondary school is stressful with puberty and all and seems like a popularity contest sometimes. Poly is just do your thing and pretty much mind your own business and no one will bother about you. And did I mention the babes too? Lol. Of course not forgetting the babe that I "amazingly snagged" in year 2 and in someone's words, "cannot figure out how I actually manage to do it". C'mon she's not THAT out of my league...I think...I hope.

Haven't been posting photos for a while, so here's the "babe" in CoffeeBean after the AFA paper:


She thinks that she looks cute with this expression. HAHA OMG>>

The theme for the following 2 photos: Act Candid.


Started working at GNS last Friday thanks to Brenda's recommendation. I sure owe her a $20 orh luah for landing me the job. Work was alright too, not very difficult but hire purchase and cash flow statement can be quite troublesome. Only did collation and heck I spent an entire day on a case on Monday trying to fix the hire purchase and cash flow. Got me really fucked up and thankfully I managed to figure out just what the accountant was doing. Manager said I'm gonna start auditing next Monday after the 3 interns from SP come in. I guess it's their turn to do collation next.

And then there's CNY. I think I screwed my diet up big time. Anyway, I didn't mention here but I gave up on cutting cause I realised I still could lift heavy for all except for bench press. Back to bulking so my diet is not THAT strict but still, the CNY goodies are killing me. The Taiwan Muahchee and Love Letters are really my vices, not to mention the lack of HIIT and cardio this 2 weeks due to Sam the Hoe's absence from our weekly training. Been taking it easy with VC doing 2.4km and light swimming. Yes I gained weight, yes it's not (all) muscle, yes I'm pretty screwed. Meeting David and VC to lift somemore tomorrow, hoping for redemption from all the Muahchee.

And I finally understand the goodness of brown rice. Not only is it nutritious, it's simply the best food for a healthy diet because there is no fking way you can binge on your meals if you are taking it. It's so icky that you wouldn't want another bowl and it fills you up fast so you won't need the extra calories. I gotta mix it with white rice I'm a wuss.

Give brown rice a try, you won't regret it. Not.