Wednesday, December 24, 2008

"With my rifle and my buddy and me..."

I just found out that that's how I'm gonna be spending the first day of 2009.

Merry Christmas.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Perhaps if I spin my Xbox around...

Alright, that was just a really lame Xbox360 joke in case you didn't get the title. But awkwardness and "omg what an unfunny loser"-ness aside, check this out!



First-person perspective, Eurasian chick who does parkour, flying over rooftops, amazing bright graphics.

Well, this game was actually released a few weeks ago, so I'm pretty old news.

I want a 360 real bad.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Second chance

BMT recourse on 3rd December.

Finally on the road to turn into an ex-recruit.

On leave all the way up 'til 2nd December, unless the company needs more "Transport Operators" to help them out. I'm really wondering how they're gonna cope with 3 guys out on course, all the way to March.

Phase I armour. Heheh look at the clone in the middle. He looks like a typical "by-right" or "chao siao on" soldier.



Phase II armour. Now the clone in the middle looks so manly.

I kinda prefer the look of the clone troopers' Phase I Armour to the Phase II version even though the Phase II has more variants. I'm not sure why but I think it's because the Phase I has this really "pure white" feel to it since the clones were fresh out of Kamino (where basically everything indoors is white) at that point in time but when the Phase II was introduced, the clones were already battle-hardened and much more familiar with ground combat, which meant they had to be given a more gruff and hardy look.

Alright this is pretty random stuff so I shall stop.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Aquaman in Family Guy



Man, this is really funny.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Chinese guy at a Malay/Indian event

Went for this DeepaRaya celebration yesterday night with the rest of the company at Chevron's. The food wasn't very good but some parts of the event were pretty enjoyable.

Like the part when they did this retarded story-telling session involving some involuntary volunteers.

Or the part when there was a performance by three disgusting-looking cross-dressers, one of them making lots of disturbing jokes.

And not forgetting the part when some of us sneaked out to play at the games arcade downstairs. Ghost Squad at fifty cents per try? I just gotta get me some of that!

My new favourite computer game is Fallout.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

First Life Run

Dammit. I have to wake up extra early tomorrow to report for this run I'm forced to participate in. I can't believe there's gonna be a point in time when both my feet are off the ground at the same time. Just when I thought I couldn't dislike my company more than I already did. Now they're making me exercise on a regular basis!

Monday, October 06, 2008

Christ... So many duties...

And it's only going to get worse when more people ORD.

I have been robbed of my weekends.

Monday, September 22, 2008

As history lazily repeats itself

Dammit I made the same mistake again. Wasted my damned off today. And later I'll be heading back to camp to stay in 'cause I'll be busy in the early morning tomorrow, right up 'till the end of the day.

Well some people might say a day off is meant for people to just sleep all day and relax at home, but I already did that and it didn't make me feel very good at all.

I think a day off is time given for me to do something meaningful or life-changing or something like that. It gives a different feeling as weekends do, I'm not sure why. Probably because weekends are just usually spent with the fellas doing rather routine but enjoyable things i.e. eating, playing LAN, or watching a movie. But a day off on a weekday means everyone except me is probably busy with their own commitments and so I'd have to think of something different to do before the sun sets and I'd have to fold my stupid army uniform sleeves and go back to camp.

Unfortunately I'm not creative enough and there isn't really anything that I've always been wanting to do but didn't have the chance to, so once again I spent my day off at home doing nothing special and watching the clock as time passes by and work time draws nearer and nearer.

I'll have to plan some crazy event for myself or I'm gonna need some suggestions in advance.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

"Excuse me, you dropped-ah, who cares?"

It's been a hectic week but I'm guessing the next week will be even more hectic.

Driving, driving, and more driving.

Something happened yesterday that made me feel bad as a human being. Met Komar at the bus stop outside Little India Station yesterday. We sat down on one of the seats and talked while waiting for our bus. A bus did arrive, but it wasn't one that we could take. As people started boarding the bus, I noticed a sky blue sweater on the ground. Then I remembered that earlier on, a young lady in school uniform was sitting at another seat next to ours waiting for that bus, and she must have had the sweater on her lap or something and dropped it as she stood up to board the bus. By the time I realized that, the girl was already in the bus.

This was when thoughts like "she'll realize she's dropped her sweater and will get off the bus to take it" and "someone else is gonna pick it up and get on the bus to pass it to her" came to my mind.

Neither of those thoughts came to reality and the bus started moving off, the girl not knowing that her sweater was not with her.

The fact that not one person(including me) bothered to pick up the sweater and pass it to the girl - is something wrong with everyone, or is nothing wrong with me? I'm not sure how much small-sized sky blue sweaters cost these days, but I'm sure the girl would have been really grateful to whoever would have saved her sweater.

I promise myself that next time something like this happens, I'll take the initiative to ensure that items that are dropped in front of me are returned to their oblivious owners.

Spent quite a lot of money(by my standards) today, mainly on food, arcade, comics, taxi ride.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

What an exciting day off

As mentioned before, a day at home. Pretty much a waste of time. All I did was sit in front of the computer. Should've done something spontaneous or stupid or something that would take me away from this mundane life I'm having right now. And soon I'm going back to camp 'cause of a detail early in the morning tomorrow.

I wanna watch the film Numb.

Monday, August 25, 2008

My first off

Took off for tomorrow. Kinda pointless since everyone else is at work or in school or doing something important, so it's basically a day at home for me. At least I get to practise playing guitar or play the Xbox games which I have owned for some time but haven't had the chance to play much.

I'm really tempted to get a PSP.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Stressed over the slightest issue

May good things happen to everyone around me, 'cause bad things seem to happen to me most of the time.

I think I need to take up smoking or drinking, whichever helps one relax better.

Bloody hell softball and baseball have already started in the Olympics. Why wasn't I aware of that?!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Wanna look man-pretty?

Got a haircut from a (new?) hair salon called Snip Avenue for the first time. Its slogan was "the place where beauty begins" or something like that.

Funny. I didn't go in there expecting to become "mantastic" or something. Pretty ironic for someone like me to enter a place like that.

Like most guys(I think), I've always felt more comfortable in a barbershop than in a salon. Salons are just too flashy for me, whole shop is full of ladies(it's weird for me to have a strange lady touching my hair), and I can't talk properly to the lady hairdresser. Even if there was a man working inside, I'd be like "you've gotta be gay to be working here" and try my best to avoid him. Barbershops are different 'cause they don't have shelves of shampoos and conditioners occupying half the space, place is full of guys and the place itself doesn't have to look stylish, as long as customers know that the barber can get the job done. Manly indeed.

However, I chose the salon instead, and probably will choose it for many more haircuts to come, because barbershops in Serangoon typically charge around $8 but Snip Avenue charges a freakin' $4.80 for cutting of hair. A little cringing and shrinking of balls for $3.20? Well worth it, huh? The price for perming and other stuff like that, I don't know and it would be pretty disturbing for me to know.

Gotta go to "work" tomorrow. I'm starting to hate my unit a lot 'cause of the huge amount of pressure piling up which I'm not used to. I'm being put in an environment which is exactly the opposite of one which I would love to be in. I don't think the idea of getting a free driving license is good enough a reason for me to have a more positive attitude towards my current army life. Right now, I'm pretty much sure I wanna get out of there.

If only I wasn't so bloody stinkin' fat to get kicked out of BMT. They say that when that happens to someone, he usually winds up as a driver.

If only I was given at least half a chance to join the band in the army. I wouldn't mind doing reservice as a rifleman.

I think I'm forced to run that 10km thing. Dammit. Exercise, my bitter enemy, has conspired with the army to destroy me. Doesn't the army realize that allowing the public to watch a fat loser wearing an army PT kit walk half the route is bloody disgraceful and embarrassing to both the loser and the organization itself?

Watching Jingjing, the panda Olympic mascot, dance to the Crazy Frog song during breaks in the games really cracks me up.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

"You early morning wanna kena a good 'F' ah?"

It's been only half the week and I'm begging for the weekends to arrive.

My first day back in unit, Monday, was the day that I first met my unit CSM, the newly promoted 2nd warrant officer whom shall remain anonymous. That was the time when I received a "nice, friendly dose of Vitamin F" from him for forgetting to bring my military license (I'm just not used to keeping it in my wallet since I never brought it along during my Driving Continuation Program days). I also met the two privates whom I never got a chance to meet 'cause they weren't around until I temporarily left the unit for my course.

Yesterday and today were spent on orientation on a vehicle I had never driven before - the minibus. Yesterday was pretty smooth-sailing because the minibus I drove had power steering, but today I was freakin' struggling with the one without power steering. Turning the steering wheel was crazily tough for the first drive, but I got a little used to it after a while.

I also found out that I can't go for the band orientation this Friday due to commitments in my unit but I'll see if I can get to cj later just to meet the juniors.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

The Warrior - Scandal

Great song from 1984. Proof that women can sing rock. Just not women on the radio in this generation.



You run, run...run away
It's your heart...that you betray
Feeding on...your hungry eyes
I bet you're not so civilized

Well, isn't love..primitive
A wild gift...that you wanna give
Break out of captivity
And follow me, stereo jungle child
Love is the kill.....your heart's still wild

Shootin' at the walls of heartache, bang, bang, I am the warrior
Well I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win..if you survive
the warrior....the warrior

You talk, talk, you talk to me
Your eyes touch me physically
Stay with me, we'll take the night
As passion takes another bite

Who's the hunter...who's the game?
I feel the beat...call your name
I hold you close...in victory
I don't wanna tame your animal style..
you won't be caged...in the call of the wild....

Shootin' at the walls of heartache, bang, bang, I am the warrior
Well I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win..if you survive
the warrior....the warrior

Shootin' at the walls of heartache (shootin' at the walls of heartache)
The warrior.....
I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win...if you survive
The warrior...the warrior

Thursday, July 03, 2008

"Booking out/See my girlfriend/Saw-" ah, who am I kidding?

It's official.

I MOVE THE FREAKIN' ARMY.

'K basically it means I passed my driving test, though I would say it's quite mainly due to luck since the traffic conditions were pretty ok as compared to those that some other trainees had to face and the test vehicle was perfect for me in terms of feeling the biting point and other stuff like that.

I've got off until Tuesday night. Heheh.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

If You're Into It - Flight of the Conchords



If you want me to
I could hang 'round with you
If I only knew
That's what you're into.

You and him
Him and you
If that's what
You're into
Him hanging 'round
Around you
You're hanging 'round
Yeah, you're there too.

And if you want me to
I will take off all my clothes for you
I will take off all my clothes for you
If that's what you're into

How 'bout him
In the nude?
If that's what
You're into.
In the nude in front of you
Is that what you'd wanna view?

If it's cool with you
I'll let you get naked too
It could be a dream come true
Providing that's what you are into

Is that what
You're into?
Him and you
In the nude?
That's what he's prepared to do
Is that the kind of thing you think you might be into?

And then maybe later
We get hot by the refrigerator
In the kitchen next to the pantry
You think that might be what you fancy?

In the buff
Being rude
Doing stuff
With the food
Getting lewd
With his food
We heard that's what you are into

Then on our next date
Well, you could bring your roommate
I don't know if Stu is keen to
But if you want we could double-team you

How about you
And two dudes?
Him, you and Stu
In the nude
Being lewd with two dudes with food
Well, that's if Stu's into it, too

All the things I'd do
The things I'd do for you
If I only knew
That's what you're into

Driving course is tiring but quite fun. I'm lucky enough to get a funny Malay uncle as my instructor and not some grumpy old fart. Got the hang of handling a land rover haha.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

The trials and tribulations involved in the search for the secrets of... parallel parking

Driving course begins tomorrow.

Stay in.

Book out on Saturday afternoon, book in on Sunday night.

Grumpy old men who would yell at the little mistakes every driver trainee does.

Good luck to me.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

wtf is this?!


Removing fatalities from the game, and nerfing DC characters to match the Mortal Kombat ones.

With such lame compromises made just to let the two universes fit better, what's the point of releasing such a game?

I think it would be pretty cool to see a DC fighting game, but not like this!

The developers have thought up some creative gameplay ideas, and they've got professional comic writers to brew a story for the game, but still I feel that certain universes should just stay away from each other.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Hmm, not quite that bad...

After about 2 weeks in my new camp, I actually think it's pretty alright. I've found a faster and cheaper way to get there and the people there are real friendly i.e they don't "play ranks".

Although I didn't really do anything for the first week, I started doing some rather minor duties in the second, which allows me to get to know the other drivers better, and understand a little more on how the whole company works.

The only thing that I'm concerned about is the fact that nobody in the world has any idea when I'm going for my driving course, or my BMT recourse, or which one comes first. I'm kinda hoping my BMT comes first, since when I actually become a real driver, I'm expected to pass my IPPT.

Iron Man next week.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

This is bloody torture

My new camp is bloody far away from my house, and I'm not sure if I can play for the band concert anymore. Two things that make me really mad.

I wake up really early in the morning to report there and get home at night to sleep.

Suddenly BMT looks really tasty.

What's the point of posting me out at this time when the course is probably starting only next week?

I really wanna play in the band concert, but with the uncertainty of what's gonna happen to me in the next few weeks, I don't know if I'll be free to attend practices and play for concert.

How am I supposed to just live with it like how I do with most other problems?

Monday, April 14, 2008

Hey baby, wanna go for a ride?

Alright now most of the things I said in the previous post don't make sense anymore. That's because all of a sudden I found out that I got posted out to be a driver somewhere in Singapore.

It really took me by surprise 'cause I only found out about it in the afternoon and had to pack up all the things in my cupboard and take a ferry home. I'll be reporting at my new camp tomorrow morning. I didn't even get a chance to say a proper "goodbye" to my new friends in Tekong.

It's like I was hurled into the gaping jaws of a Sarlacc, thrown around in its mouth before it decided to spit me right out and I landed on the next freighter in Mos Eisley on the way to the Cloud City above Bespin. I don't know what to expect anymore.

I find it weird that me of all people will be learning driving as part of my National Service. I bet that with my limited vertical capabilities, I can't even reach the pedals of a tonner. And the total lack of sense of direction and ability to memorize places I have isn't going to help things much.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Been a while

It's been a month since I last did this.

Army life has been pretty dumb for me. The fact that I'm officially Out Of Training really bums me out. Been sitting in a training shack from morning 'till night unless I have to move around(to eat/sleep/go to the toilet/participate in physical training/do sai kang etc) and struggling with the fact that I won't get posted out while waiting for my BMT to start, which means I'll be living like this until the next batch of fat dudes hop on the ferry to that godforsaken island(which might happen around June or July. I'm not exactly sure).

Argh.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I wanna be a Republic Attack Gunship pilot when I grow up!
















Going to a little island to be transformed into a real man.

There's a band barbecue this Friday, but I can't go...

On the bright side, Giant Bomb, a new website that's available but still in the works, set up by a bunch of ex-Gamespot guys, is looking and feeling pretty cool. Once it's more or less done (which could be by the time I get back), I'll probably be visiting it more often than I visit Gamespot.

At least I'm meeting some dudes later. In my honour. How touching.

Fare thee well, my friends.

Lois: "Aren't you a little fat to be a stormtrooper?"
Chris: "Well, stay here and rot, you stuck up bitch."

Monday, March 03, 2008

First BOB deal

Twenty dollars poorer... T_T

Two games richer! ^_^

Star Wars: Battlefront and The Matrix: Path of Neo.

What a nice guy that seller was.

Smileys are so gay...... 8c )3

(That's supposed to look like Peter Griffin)

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Meaningless

It's come to the point where I turn on the computer, and I don't know what to do with it.

Who will take the Polytechnic path with me after I finish NS?

I lead a very sad and lonely and loser-y life.

What a mess.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

My first encounter with the Ghost Rider

This is how I fell in love with the Ghost Rider(comic version, not the gay movie version).



That was from an episode of the 1994 Fantastic Four animated television series. That version of Ghost Rider is Danny Ketch, not Johnny Blaze, but I guess it doesn't really matter now that Johnny Blaze also has the Penance Stare.

"Oh hey, Galactus is coming to digest our planet. Should we call the Fantastic Four?"
"Nah, we'll just get that skeleton dude on the cool fiery motorcycle. Galactus'll pee in his blue-and-pink pants."
"You know, probably only us humans see him in that gay armour. Different species see him as something different."
"Why? Does he change his appearance each time he goes to a different planet?"
"No, he's so powerful, he's, like, not even physical, man. That pink giant we see is just a physical representation of his awesomeness. He's so complex, we couldn't possibly comprehend his true form."
"Wow, that's pretty cool, huh?"
"Yeah, you gotta respect that kind of power."
"Oh, well, here comes the skeleton dude."

"Damn, that's a huge puddle of piss."
"Pity the janitor who'll have to clean that up."

Friday, February 08, 2008

Encounter with the Devil's son during Chinese New Year

Going through Chinese New Year as a non-student is pretty weird to me. It used to be going to school everyday and anticipating the upcoming holidays for Chinese New Year, but since it's been holidays for me everyday, it feels more like a period of time when I am forced to get out of the house to visit people.

Anyway, yesterday my family went to my father's father's sister's husband's house(do you call that person your granduncle?) and I swear I met the son of Satan. You see, for the past few years I started this habit of going upstairs to this vacant room and playing an old Sony Playstation inside while the rest of the adults are busy gambling downstairs(I've stopped gambling since about five years ago, for some reason which I don't quite know myself). Recently some kids have started appearing as well and they tend to play with the toys in the same room as the Playstation(which kinda pisses me off, but I'm a nice guy), but this year there were these two sisters who were in the room a little earlier than I expected and they were sitting on the floor right in the center of the room, so I didn't wanna intrude. They were building something with a bunch of Duplo blocks.

Well I had no choice but to stay downstairs and sulk, but after a while, the moment I realized that all the little kids were downstairs(which meant that no one was upstairs), I dashed up and switched on the television. I noticed the structure that the girls had built and started wondering what it was supposed to resemble, when two boys appeared. I looked away from them, focussed my eyes on the TV and started thinking "oh crap, please don't start kicking the fat dude for fun".

Suddenly, as I turned once to look at them, one of the boys picked up the structure and yelled in a high-pitched demonic voice,"you see this? YOU SEE THIS?!" before smashing it onto the ground and stomping on it, causing it to shatter back into the individual basic building blocks that it was created with. Then he said to the other kid "let's go down" and they dashed down as swiftly as the wind.

wtf.

If the girls came up and saw me sitting next to their broken masterpiece, they were sure to blame me for it. I switched off the TV and walked down the stairs as quickly as I could while trying to maintain a casual look as though nothing had happened upstairs. My heart was beating so fast, like a hyperactive gerbil tied up in a little sack. There I saw the destructive individual who tried to frame me.

Oh, he looked so innocent and all, but deep inside, I am so sure he is constructed out of pure evil astral energy, and the other boy who was beside him is his familiar.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Promised Land - Avantasia



Hey redeemer
Now what's become on me
Taken in by promise
Awakening in grief

Collecting us like puppets
You instrumentalize
A frigid trepidation
In a million puppet eyes

God gave his word just to let us down
Where is he now?

You've been facing heaven
You were lost to left alone
You're welcome to my home and
Found another heaven
It was you who took my hand
Come into the promised land

You scratch my back and I scratch yours
It's you who makes decisions
Just open up the doors

Whining in the gutter
They forget their sanctity
Welcome to my clockwork
Vanity machinery

You gave your word
You let me down
What am I now?

You've been facing heaven
You were lost to left alone
You're welcome to my home and
Found another heaven
It was you who took my hand
Come into the promised land

Oh as far as the eye can see
They're bent in submission
Empty inside
An army of scarecrows like me
Thousands of broken dreams
Thousands of tragedies
Tried to run from their destiny

Like moths to a flame
Driven by vanity
They've been off to Jerusalem
Chasing a dream
Calling on me
Just trading in needs

You've been facing heaven
You were lost to left alone
You're welcome to my home and
Found another heaven
It was you who took my hand
Come into the promised land

You've been facing heaven
You were lost to left alone
You're welcome to my home
Found another heaven
It was you who took my hand
Come into the promised land

Had lunch with the family together with my uncle and grandmother at Pizza Hut. There was this waitress who, to me, was really beautiful. Think she's Malay, though.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Where are my grandjuniors?

I've gone for 3 band practices this year since my retirement and have seen no j1 French Horn players.

How disappointing.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Countdown at the Esplanade

Yes. I was there. The top-half-of-a-face that pops up at the fourteenth second belongs to my father.



Happy New Year, people.