Covergencing the ultmost truth.. Abide to one's truce

2006-09-28T11:44:00.000+08:00

I felt somethings are best to keep a secret. 21 years of age gives me the every excuses and rights to start a new beginning.

The persona is doing up a new blog. More details will be released. Stay tune!

2006-08-04T17:18:00.000+08:00

The BBQ back in my secondary school wasn't really entertaining. The segregations between the juniors and seniors are so clear. Nevertheless, the persona tried finding his way to entertain himself, by gathering a league of his fellow cam-whoring worshippers.

To do what? But of course... TO CAM-WHORE LA!

Serving the Appetizers... (See Jinny, the persona and Cherylaaa)

It took us more than 65.89 times to capture such shots. No Joke! Fusioning of co-ordination and patience.

I see similarities between this -->

and this -->

And more retarded shots...

Act 1: S Club 5 - Reach for the Moon

Act 2: With the persona as the main theme... Ha!

Ending all expose shots with a lighter note...

2006-07-14T23:08:00.000+08:00

"What seems to be may not be what it seems."

2006-07-10T03:27:00.001+08:00

Alright there... I'm gonna make this entry short, sweet, grammatically-flawed and incoherent (pardon me).

All thanks to Michael, I almost got my brain nearly half-fried. My brain began frying on monday, with a tempature of 37.8. It started to rocket its way up thru Thursday's early morning (turnout at 2.15am and assembled steadily at 2.45am), when our Battlelion CO forced "us" to watch World Cup match (Portugal versus France) with him. I was shivering throughout the match, and attempt to keep myself warm by figeting here and there. The temperature continues to rocket its way up to 39.5 on Thursday night.

My platoon medic got panicky and he began calling in the ambulance to fetch me to Tengnah Air Base (24 hours medical centre). That is where I tried my best to persuade the doctor, not to put me on IV drip. We made a pact (by consuming a stronger dosage of oral medication and waited for an hour to see if my temperature has subsided) and agreed upon my request. Luckily, my temperature has subsided back to its normal reading.

PHEW! What a burning week... Thank god, there isn't any outfield(s) this week. Somehow or rather, I felt that my performance (for outfields) and health might affect my coming promotion.

Geeeeshhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

2006-06-29T18:40:00.000+08:00

I am all too tired to blog today's Cohesion activities.

Cohesion in Sentosa was fun though. Like what Michael (my corresponding partner-in-crime) has put across, the whole cohesion program was regimental. I guess it is the 42 SAR culture; to be regimental in all activities. We (the man and sergeants) don't really have much of a freedom to do things, which we really want. But of course, it is not possible for me to keep moaning and rattling over such trival matters. Because, I had my fair share of fun with Ultimate Frisbee and Beach Volley.

I have long heard of other worst-off cohesion day from the other units. 6 km run along the East Coast Park. And so, that is how the garang Guards unit spent their cohesion day.

Enough said.

More 'juicy' photos coming right up...

2006-06-29T02:06:00.000+08:00

Have you ever experienced the splitting experiences in camp? Oh well, I do!

To suck the balls of your sirs and sergeants, in return for a better relationship with your superiors? Else, doing what is worth doing... what is right and moving onto the unpopular path of righteous?

The army is an open-concept society. Despite its regimental way of life, the army is no different from the outside world; the heartless and cold society. Through the acts of our camp mates, we have actually learnt the many personalities and behaviours of them surviving for the next 2 years. Predictable and yet vicious.

1. Chao Keng resorting the "orthodox" way
It is amazing how this group of people has actually managed to 'chao keng' through proper means. We all know that these people 'chao keng' for real. Thinking that they could sound out to their superiors, exaggerating the severity of their injuries and thus escaping trainings and outfields. And there is one, in my company... in my platoon and whatsmore, my vocation one-and-only 'buddy'. Amazingly, this 'buddy' of mine managed to escape all the IPPT and SOC trainings and yet, able to book out soundly. I really do feel the aching in my heart, for those mates of mine, who really do put in effort in achieving a decent pass for both IPPT and SOC, and thus being able to enjoy their early booking-out incentive. Oh! By the way, he is our common topic to pick on, whenever he isn't around. Everyone in my bunk will be bitching about him. Bitching about how he sucked up and claiming the title, "Chao Keng King." Receiving ATT B status for no apparent reason, to escape trainings and booking out on Thursday's night for useless Friday's medical checkups, so as to enjoy a longer weekends as compared to rest, really do pissed me off. I am feeling the unfairness. Unjustified. Rattling over and over again, why am I putting in so much effort and yet entitled with similar treatment. In addition, he should deserve a harsher punishment, as he has cheated one round of his 2.4km run, around the 400m stadium track.

2. NATO (No Actions but Talk Only)
The gift of gab is always an appaling gift for people who are able to influence his surrounding mindless drones. Sadly, the ability to speak and catches the attention of his supporters, really do a great deal of acceeding his own personal agenda. Without lifting his fingers, all he needs to do is to raise up his thunderous voice and expecting the timid mates to perform his chores. In the eyes of his superiors, he tries to nose around, humbled himself by sucking up more balls and sweet-talking the commanders. And this is something, which I can't really stand. What is the use of bragging, while you are not able to perform or even have the resources to perform the task? Words are cheap and actions speak louder than words!

3. The Influenza
Well, most people say that army is the time whereby people would be picking up humanly vices; smoking and et cetera. What's worst is that, these group of people leeched onto their newly-influenced mates for more 'hongkees' - cigerattes. Smoking has somewhat ingrain our environment into an extremely calculative culture. It is either "I give you 2 sticks.. you better give me back 2 sticks." or "what lao erh! You asked sergeant for smoking break for yourself only LAH! What about us!? Selfish la!" statements coming out from them. With everyone safe-guarding their very own asses and making a big huha over small issues, selfish behaviours are seems as a norm.

4. The Mindless Minions
A general bunch of minions who have acceeded and pledged alliance, wtihout thinking about what will they gain at the end. Their main job is to be their boss 'carpet'. They may harbour hypocritical senses. But, being hypocritical helps one to survive better in such environment. Being a hypocrite keeps you away from unneccessary troubles. These general bunch of minions would seize up every opportunity to cluster together and rattling over their "master's" businesses.

Working conflicts are common in a group. And this is especially so, when one asked another for more. And I wonder, when will all these comes to the end.

Somehow, many said that army helps a man to mould his character and thinking. Apparently, it seems the environment is more of a preparation, a stepping pedestial towards the hypocritical society. Moulding us into hypocritical beings. Do keep a good lookout of your back. You will never know, who has stabbed you right through your heart.

2006-06-25T12:51:00.000+08:00

To the extent, that we were really bored....

Dont cha wanna chao keng just like me
Dont cha wanna faking it all just like me
Dont cha, dont cha
Dont cha wish your captain was raw like me
Dont cha wish your sergeants were fun like me
Dont cha, dont cha

And so, this week ends off with a trying and shaggy-ified ATP (Advance Trainfire Package) at Pasir Lebar 300m Shooting Range. The soldiers had a wheel of their time playing stupid kiddish games while waiting for their turn to shoot. If you guys wanna asked how well did I performed, I would suggest that you drop off this question of yours. My shooting results were bad. Not really that bad, to the extent of the bobo company's results.

Here I am sitting down, running out of juicy ideas...
I have realised that my entries are getting shallow each time. The loss of depth. I am working hard on it. Do give me some time.

2006-06-18T12:03:00.000+08:00

Pubbing with my primary school classmates at Robertson Quay - Riverina wasn't a bad idea, afterall. Though, I was slightly disappointed with the arrangement, because I would love to have my precious saturday's night, clubbing at MOS. But of course, what is more important lies with, is the company of friends.

The drinks which I have ordered have cancelled out my disappointment. Attempted to avoided beer yesterday. Seriously, I detest the taste of beer. The sourish sensation that stayed on the tastebuds, after sipping on. I ordered cocktails instead. Cosmopolitan and A' Gillian's Island. Sweetness! Cranberry and lime juice intelligently mixed with vodka. The cocktails are so sweet that the girls are loving it.

And so, It is a monthly kinda routine. To be hanging out with my decade-long friends and gossiping about each other's life.

More Photos to be uploaded really soon...

P.S: Anybody here is interested in taking part, this year's New Balance Real Run?

2006-06-18T11:57:00.000+08:00

Made my virgin debut to Tanjong Pagar's Legend Bar. Frankly speaking, I don't really like the whole atmosphere and the primary purpose of chilling out at Legend Bar. The feeling was kinda 'beng-ish' and cheena (pardon me for saying that, if you are a regular patron of Legend). Glurping down glasses after glasses of whiskey and withstanding the absolute trembling voices of the singers. It doesn't do me any justice besides sending beads of cold sweat down my nerves.

The persona is more of a 'potato-kind.' He prefers grooving musics and tracks in English. A universal language, which bares no boundary but constant modification of words. Uh huh! I would rather be intoxicated at the nearby clubs' basses and enjoying my night to the fullest.

And so, my trip to Legend Bar will be the first and the last.

Mummy has not been really happy with my regular wee hours lifestyle.
Brother was kinda disappointed with my committment to the family. He brought up a heart-stabbing situation, which indirectly questioned my contributions to the family.

I am feeling so useless...(for now!) Zzzz

Thought of the day: Drowning one's sorrows may be painful. Illusions as it is.

2006-06-10T14:20:00.000+08:00

Shortest entry till date.

I am feeling...

DISSAPOINTED
(got a Silver for IPPT)

SHITTY
(the fickle-mindedness and cross-conflicts of my superiors, which brings along lots of inconvinence to my army life)

SHAGGED-ALL-OUT
(underwent two subsequent mental torturing outfields)

ITCHY
(all thanks to the half-minded weatherman... I am nothing but a living mozzies and sandflies biting target)

AMBIVALENT
(not too sure if I should club tonight or not... or should I just stay home and give my body a good break)

2006-06-03T02:13:00.000+08:00

3 days ago

For a moment, I couldn't imagine having my engine stalled in the middle of the Pan Island Expressway. And indeed, it has happened. The sudden stall of the engine has caused a temporary mayhem, a temporary holdup along the expressway exit towards Toa Payoh.

If I was to holdup the traffic for a longer time, I would have made into tomorrow's headlines, "Massive Traffic Jam along PIE, due to a broken down SAF motorbike."

Alright people... As you know,

I am certainly freaking piss off with some issues.
(1) Not being able to have my leave
(2) Having a Class 2B licence, but only able to drive on MID (SAF) bikes on public and off roads
(3) Not being able to tag along with my parents to Shanghai, during the June Holidays
(4) Not able to attend my (planned) camps
(5) Not able to join my friends for a short holiday

KAO! Sad life la!

Anyway, I am going back to my unit next week, which means that the persona will not be as active (as ever) cyberly. No more of embarrassing moments.

I am feeling so tired (from all the trainings). And, slightly worried over my next phase of life. Well, that's the adjustment period. Currently, I am so used to civilian life. The golden opportunity for me to stay out and do my course. As well as having fun at my own steady pace. The luxury of accessing into the internet during the wee hours. Suffice to say, I am totally 'suck' into my level of comfort zone.

The next phase of my army life is gonna be trying. Indeed, it is!

2006-05-26T02:24:00.000+08:00

Am I plain lucky or what?

Managed to scrape through and pass my Public Road Test on the first attempt. But, I am passing it with the sheer lady luck by my side.

Come to think about it. Upon recalling these 2 incidents that happened to me during the test, I was then really panicky.

Well, what do you expect!?! It was raining quite heavily then!

Incident 1:
The persona stopped slightly beyond the Stop Line of a controlled T-Junction, which is due to poor judgement in prediction of changing traffic light and poor control of the braking system. I was too 'kan chiong' about the stopping and thus made a stupid move, by moving back the motorbike in an unobvious manner.

Incident 2:
The persona nearly skidded upon slowing down and coming to a halt of a controlled cross-junction. The bike was really jerky (due to the wet braking system) and I could literally feel as the jerky momentum, that would caused me to fly off and fall from the bike. (FYI, falling off from the bike is an immediate failure!) It would be seriously embarrassing if I was to fall from the bike and falling it off in the start of the junction. I can't imagine the dire situation, ie Road Hogging. The lucky thing is that I managed to control the bike by placing my "left foot down" golden rule to stable the bike.

The experience of driving on public roads are seriously freaky the shit outta me. We have to put on the "On Test" tag whenever we're being assessed. You get to witness inconsiderate, freaky, dangerous, reckless and bullying drivers around. They know that you are having the test and yet they find all ways and means to 'makan' your lane, making dangerous stop, following closely so as to hinder the lane change procedure, driving extremely close to you and other dangerous acts. Like what my dad has accurately put across, "Once you get your license, you will forget all the safety rules. Eventually, you will come out with your own road law."

But, whatever the case... The bottomline is, I have made it and pass the test. Now, I am praying hard and hope that the course I/C would abide his promise, by letting us off for Saturday's training.

2006-05-24T01:18:00.000+08:00

It has been a trying 3 weeks, worth of nerve-breaking experience, packed with wholesome persistent endurances.

Still, I am running real hard to keep the torch burning. And hoping, it could burn it up real big and bright. Illuminate my darkness... Searching for that very ray of hope and salvation.

Trying and yet fulfilling.

The experiences and lessons learnt from riding a motorbike are invaluable. The failure of my first practical balancing and circuit test, such harsh reality slapped onto my face, was indeed an unacceptable blow. My skills for the balancing obstacles are not to be doubted nor under-estimated. It was all too perfect, until the last balancing obstacle - Crank Course, my motorbike brushed onto the kerb, and thus rode my way up the kerb in an uncontrolled manner. I n the past, 99% of the motorcyclists have made it for the Crank Course successfully. I felt like a big loser, who has added on to the list of 1% losers.

My ordeal for close failure has yet to come to an end. During my 2nd Practical Balancing and Circuit Test, I got really panicky after not being able to push start my motorbike, after the 3rd attempts. My confidence to pass swelled, after beautifully completed the balancing obstacles test. However, this swelled confidence was innocently burst, after not being able to conduct a successful push start. Eventually, I tried doing it 3 times (running with the motorbike and applying 3 attempts of push start), until it came to the very last attempt (before I am declared a major failure), then my motorbike took pity of me and subsequently started as per normal. It was really a close shave.

The abovementioned failures have caused me to forcefully reflect upon my patience and refining the art of staying cool and calm.

Life is like a rollercoaster ride. It brings you up to the peak (heighten one's confidence) and thrusts you down to the pit (plunging of one's confidence). However, it takes more than one ride to build up the confidence, through priceless experiences. Sitting on for the same rollercoaster ride, the feelings are never similar. This is because, each time when we sit onto the same rollercoaster ride, we set aside our expectations. And, expectations vary accordingly.

Without expectations, one's motivation will never be build up. One's confidence can never be secured.

2006-05-21T22:44:00.000+08:00

Embarrassment. It is part and parcel of lives. We can't avoid it nor we can prevent it. Only friends and strangers are there to highlight one's embarrassment.
Sadly, I have encountered a painful yet funny embarrassment this late afternoon.

The Embarrassment: Scene 1 - The Staircase

As I made my way down, to buy something from the provision shop, I was called to halt by a female Australian-acting accent voice.

Rachel (a female friend and a playmate in past, lives one storey down, returns back from Australia to settle some family issues) was walking upwards with her suitcases and greeted me with much surprises.

Rachel: Hey mate... Long time no see, how are you doing? Where are you going?

Me: Hey Rachel!!! (Jumped for joy, literally) Seriously long time no see. Gosh, you have turned into a sizzling hot babe! (Attempted to flirt abit) I am doing fine. Serving the Nation now. I am running down to get some groceries for mum.

Rachel: Ha! I can see that you're getting tanner and fitter now. As compared to the past, you're so much more attractive now. An immediate response

Me: (Laughs) Thank you arh! If I am attractive, I would be attached by now. Currently, I am single. Nobody wants lah.

Rachel: How can that be!?! Your erecting nipples are certainly a turn-on to girls. (She pointed to my singlet... at the very spot of the chest, where it revealed the erecting nipples sight)

Me: (Immediately looks down and cupped it with both hands) OH HOLY SHIT! And why, are you looking at that spot?

Rachel: Nay mate. It wasn't a deliberate scan of your body. Just that your protruding sight of your nipples caught my attention. Anyway, finally I understood why my mum and dad said that you have grown up. Haha! Now, I am seeing it. Okay. You better get running, mate.

Me: (Flushes in redness and dumbfounded for a moment) Oookay... You take care, Rachel. Will meet you up and do some catching up really soon.

The persona ran down, still having his both hands cupped onto his chest area.

The Embarrassment: Scene 2 - ECON Minimart

And so, the persona made his way down to provision shop and get the groceries. As he was queuing up to pay for the goods, an auntie, who knows my mum, was standing beside me.

Me: Auntie!

Auntie: (In mandarin) Ah! Good boy! You came down to buy stuff for your mother ah?

Me: (Reply in mandarin) Yeah! My mother needed flour, milk, soda and ........

Before the persona could finish what he wants to say, he noticed that the Auntie is making eye-contact to the persona.

Me: (In mandarin) Auntie. What are you looking at? Is there anything wrong?

Auntie: (Didn't utter a single word, except making this weird eye-contact and having both of her eyes directing at my chest area)

Me: (Looks down, blushes and smile politely at the auntie)

And so, the persona turned his back and attempted to dig a hole, so as to hide away from the embarrassment.

Auntie: (She politely returns a grin and check back on her kids)

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Goodness. What a day to have subsequent acts of embarrassment.

2006-05-21T17:21:00.000+08:00

Believe it or not...

The persona woke up real early to tidy up his room.

Stuffs are lying around. Uniforms are everywhere. Personal items are left around the table. My newly bought cock-board and mirror, are yet to be up on the wall. It has been 2 weeks, since I promised myself to tidy up the room.

Cleaning and tidying up the room is a BIG HEADACHE. ARGH!

Anyway, I am 3/4 done with the tidying.Listening to Enya - Only time to calm my nerves. AHA

2006-05-18T00:37:00.000+08:00

Here is a short video clip, featuring the Parody for Lord of the Ring... Enjoy!

2006-05-14T12:41:00.000+08:00

I am feeling utterly VEX! It seems that I am undergoing another round of pimple outbreak. ARGH! Pimples are mushrooming out from my face, like nobody's business.

All thanks to poor maintainence of SAF's riding helmet. It stinks and yucky BIG TIME! I can't imagine having the sweat-stains helmet, being put onto my head. Grossified.

Sheesh...

And so, I made my way down to Downtown East (again) to celebrate Angelia's 21st Birthday.

Had a whale of time cam-whoring and 'spitting' sarcastic remarks to each another. It really do brings back great memories. Us, being young and ignorant kids, running around bullying each other. I mean bullying in a verbal way. These are the people, whom you will remember for the rest of your life. Remembering the good'o time, how we spend our precious weekend working on Science Projects (observing the growth of a green bean plant or monitoring the growth of mealworms - GROSSIFIED) or even working hard on Social Studies Projects, by getting your classmates coming up to each other's houses, buying styrofoam board, plasticines and bags of ice cream sticks, doing up models of Singapore or structuring a scene of Singapore's fishing village.

Time really do flies. Seeing each of us celebrating our 21st Birthday, redeeming our much-earned freedom and yet being cooped up in the heart of a kid. Nobody wants to grow up... How I wish if there's a time machine to bring all of us back to the goody'o time.

How i wish, I could rewrite my very own past and charting a whole new beginning and future.

And now... More of our evil-doings, that is cam-whoring.

Life can be such an irony. Indeed. Angelia's current boyfriend is also our primary school classmate. The funny thing is, back then in Primary School, my classmates enjoy pairing each other up. And so, I was innocently paired with Angelia (no boys or girls can ever breakaway the shackles of puppy love) and now her current boyfriend is my best of friend in class. But soon, as we age... we realised what we really want in Life, and what we really seek out for in a relationship.

But of course, life still carries on... without our acknowledgement. Time has drifted us apart... only till the very end of our teenage life, then do we realised how much we have miss each other.

And seriously, I really do mean MISSING EACH OTHER!!!

Retard-icity is a norm...

All for the fun of it.Once again, the night ended with much la-laing on the bus. Crazily noisy.

2006-05-10T20:45:00.000+08:00

Here's a quick update of my weekend...

Celebrated Grace-y's (a polymate) and Jianwen's (primary sch classmate) 21st Birthday, at the Pasir Ris Chalets.

Perspired profusely after shuttling between Costa Sand Chalet and Downtown East Chalet. I couldn't believe it. I WALKED between Costa Sands and Downtown East! How is that possible!?

For a moment,
I hate the long winding journey.
I hate those drivers smirking their way, driving past the pedestrain pavement.
I hate the eerie and creepy feeling of the journey.

Enough of the complains!
2 more friends (Calista - JC classmates and Angelia - Primary Sch Classmate) are celebrating their 21st Birthday too. Therefore, the persona will be revisiting back Costa Sand Chalet and Downtown East Chalet, on this coming weekend.

I am sucha busy man la. Ha! Kidding!

Our Primary School Classmates Group Picture

The guys who went thru' 6 solid years, worth of tears, pee and laughter.

The Acting Cute Queen...

2006-05-02T01:38:00.000+08:00

Art thou shalt speak...

Alright...

For the fact that I will be staying out for the next 4 weeks or so, I am so gonna miss my '69' bed buddy - Eric. Ha! I am gonna miss those nights, whereby we (Eric and myself) will be fighting for space to sleep. Or, having myself waking up in the middle of the night, hitting Eric's leg (which is largely due to the reason, that he has conveniently placed his feet near my face) or 'rolling' him back to his bed. Since, both of our beds are align side ways, we have this (unexplained) tendency of 'invading' into each other's bed territory. Every morning, both of our sleeping postures never fail to amuse our fellow bunk-mates. Uh huh, the infamous '69' position, the sexually-attractive pisces positions, or perhaps having seen both of us curling towards each other.

And so, observing how Eric's and Melvin's morning sleeping postures, have become my bunkmates' favourite morning past-time.

Sheesh!

(If you are having any kinky ideas, here I am telling you to stop conceiving such ideas. Ha!)

Anyway...

I am feeling all-too guilty in engaging another plurging session.
Spent a total of .....
1 FOX Jeans -> $69 - $15 (staff discount) = $54 (GOOD BUY!!!)
2 FOX Tank Tops -> $9 x 2 = $18 (DISCOUNTED)
1 U2 Polo Tee -> $33
1 Black Beret + SAF Badge -> $10
1 Black Sect Comm Sling -> $5
1 Mosquito Coil Holder -> $4 (after flirting with the shop auntie.. KIDDING!)
1 SAF Full Length Scarf for Biking -> $5
Total Sum of --- $129!!!

GOODNESS! The much-yearned for Progress Package would have curtailed my financial expediture, so as to prevent me from 'plunging' into a deficit account. Gotta stop splurging now. I guess, the only way out is to survive with bread and water, all the way till my next pay day.

Sheesh! I am not even 21, as of December 2005.

The upcoming Election is getting on my nerves. Totally!

The various electoral posters, banners and even FRIDGE MAGNETS are EVERYWHERE. From bus stops, bus interchanges, public toilets, parks, to street lamp-posts, and even along road-side trees. GOODNESS! The various political parties are vying aggreesively, so as to buy over Singaporean's votes for this year election, in hope to secure more seats (better position) in the parliament. Nevertheless, the 'influential' media once again has intoxicated us with countless information; regularly attracting readers, juicy bites with regards to the respective political parties' attractive and apparent-realistic promises.

And I wonder, how realistic and achievable are their plans.

We all have seen PAP coming into power. No doubt, they have given us our much wanted needs; societal-deem flexible education (the Integrated Program - IP, Singapore Sports School and many others), healthy economic growth, affordable health care through the Government Subsidies and et cetera schemes, corrupt-free governmental bodies (which somehow contradicts this year NKF's Saga). But. what Singapore is seriously lacking is the freedom to express and the highly-sought 'steer-clear' democratic ruling. We have always seen PAP coming into action. But, we have yet to see what the opposition parties can do for us. Not knowing what they can do for us, we tend to question their crediblity and realism of their plans. Frankly speaking, we don't really have much of a choice to vote for PAP. Afterall, majority of us, Singaporeans, are very much inhibited within our comfort circle and thus moving along with the flow.

With all due respect for PAP's efforts in improving the past and present Singaporeans' life, I have absolute no qualms over PAP's capbilities in benefitting the after and future generations of Singapore. But, what now interest me (at this very moment) is to really witness and see what can the opposition parties can do, to firmly attest their self-claimed promises. Besides, nailing down the hardcore facts of Ministers' payroll (making a crude comparison between SIngapore's Ministers' salaries and US Ministers' salaries), raking up past-forgotten issues (Singaporeans' tough times: Retrenchment season, increasing tariffs and et cetera taxes), which have pricked the frail heart of each and every Singaporeans. The cruel facts have indeed sold the people's attention in one way or another. Seriously, it is not surprising to see Singaporeans' sudden spurs of tensions or outrage over such affairs. Every political parties are finding ways and means to secure their winnings. Who doesn't likes to win?

The Art of Persuasion. Sleak (literally) yet bleak.

I am missing the night-life of Singapore. Really do.
The samba mood.
The wilful rhythm.
The trance tempo.
The never-seen-before outrageous night owls.

And sadly, the persona has really yet to have an unyielding clinque(s) of night urbanites. So, who gonna 'jio' me?

2006-04-30T09:41:00.000+08:00

Despite experiencing the excruciating pain (muscle spasms) around my back and legs, I 'cheong-ed' like a wild boar, during Saturday's SOC Test.

Carrying SAR 21 to do SOC is not as easy as what many would have thought. That bloody rifle which weigh down your body (4.2kg), is certainly not gonna help us clearing obstacles such as the Swing Trainer (Monkey Bar) and Low Rope.

I still do remember vividly, on my personal encounter before climbing up the low wall. Feeling tired after 'cheong-ing' the 800m rundown, my mind was convincing my body to give it all up. The bloody low wall, which serves as a psychological barrier to my mind. The very thought of giving it up.

Kept reminding myself of this phrase, "Get it over and done with". Took a deep breath, I took my first leap across the low wall and subsequently "bashing" through all the other obstacles.

Mind over body. Feeling all too 'shagged' out after leaping off the high ramp, it is the mental will that drives our pair of legs to complete the very last lag (700m) of SOC. With my bunkmate pacing me throughout the test, I simply kept running. Run like I have never run before. With Sir persistent encouragement and reprimands, I sprinted the very last 100m.

Managed to clock my personal best timing of 8.53 minutes. YEAH! I've passed my SOC. Ha! No more SOC till the end of this year!

NO MORE SOC TRAININGS = LONG WEEKEND (Booking out on Friday Night)

Alright now... I will have to train harder to achieve IPPT Gold.

2006-04-23T10:34:00.000+08:00

The Ubin Escapade

Alright. I've made up my mind to whine less about my army life. For the fact, that my upcoming training schedules gonna be nothing, but more of SOC trainings and Friday's Signal Course. Hoping to achieve my personal best SOC timing of 9 mins and 20 seconds.

And yes, I am still working hard towards that goal... that direction.

The endless laughter... The wilful side of us

Breaking hell loose with lame-mified jokes

Last Sunday, I had a rare opportunity to get myself closer to nature. The rural side of Singapore. It was said that this particular island is about to close down for massive island-wide facelift. I felt, it would be a great pity if the URA (Urban Redevelopment Authority) has plans to destroy the pristine surrounding of Pulau Ubin.

We all do love Ubin. Loving it for its circular nature, the last bit of Singapore's Greenery. And hating it, for its commando mozzies. No joke, I was bitten really badly. With spots of redness swelling on the exposed parts of the hands and legs, are 'uberly' UNGLAM!

Choosing a bike is stressful. No doubt about it! Not only, we have to find the store offering the best and economical rate, we have to worry about the physical conditions of the bicycle; checking for loose chains, workable brakes, comfy seat and functioning gears.

And yes, I got really crazy upon seeing bananas. Ku-la-ma-chi-mama Yu-lu-mo-ga-cra-si-bah BANANAS!!! (read: Give me the bananas). I know, it's lame and the photo looks spastic la. But, I can't help it.

The Orange Duo. The Camp Advisors for this year Leadership Training Camp. (Weixin and Myself)

Spastic-al See Jin, who can't ride a bike and 'unfortunately' my double bike partner. Ha!

The Ex-dunmanites.

2006-04-15T18:30:00.000+08:00

I am booking in tonight, 2200 hrs. And, will be booking out tomorrow morning.

ARGH! This whole system of booking in and out stuff is so *&(^%!~$#@. SO STUPID LA.

I am just going back to camp, to warm my bed. This is so ridiculous!!!

Grrrrrresh-sified!

------ The Himbotic Feed (Annual Season) -------

Qns of the day: Why do men wake up in the morning with an erection?

Oh well, these erections are experienced in the REM (Rapid Eye Movement) phase of sleep. REM sleep is more frequent just before waking up.

Erections can also happen at other times without any stimulus. There is no scientific reason why these spontaneous erections always seem to happen in the most embarrassing places (parties, holidays, movies, weddings, or even funerals - goodness gracious me).

So boys out there... don't be too early to assume tent-ages (read: bulges) as sexually hype-up.

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2006-04-14T07:22:00.000+08:00

MADNESS!!!

My army mates have created a new nickname for me. And, they have passionately address me (my new nick) every now and then. DAMN IT!

"HORNY SEXY BITCH"

Wait a minute. The use of "Bitch" sounded so wrong to describe me.

Hellish saying! How could they say that I am one sexy, seducing "BITCH".

Grrrr!!!! I guess, my new toy is channeling to me the lusty, seductive and robust energy.

YEAH-NESS! A new crime-some orangy-red lava lamp, to add a tinge of sophiscation in my room.

2006-04-11T01:11:00.000+08:00

I seek friends to fill my voidness... my solitude.
I seek friends to regain my confidence... my courage.
I seek friends to acknowledge my earthly presence... my existence.
I seek friends to drive my motivation... my zeal to push beyond one's limit.

And I am fortunate to have a pool of friends, who are able to provide me with the much-needed faith.

To a special friend... Happy Belated Birthday!

Packing up the dreams God planted
In the fertile soil of you
Can't believe the hopes He's granted
Means a chapter in your life is thro

But we'll keep you close as always
It won't even seem you've gone
'Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong

Chorus:
And friends are friends forever
If the Lord's the Lord of them
And a friend will not say "never"
'Cause the welcome will not end
Though it's hard to let you go
In the Father's hands we know
That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.

With the faith and love God's given
Springing from the hope we know
We will pray the joy you'll live in
Is the strength that now you show

But we'll keep you close as always
It won't even seem you've gone
'Cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong

Chorus
And friends are friends forever
If the Lord's the Lord of them
And a friend will not say "never"
'Cause the welcome will not end
Though it's hard to let you go
In the Father's hands we know
That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.

--- Michael W Smith - Friends are friends forever ---

Believe it or not, whenever I am running my 2.4km (IPPT), this song never fails to pop by my fatigue mind. And as I was about to give it all up, I tried my best to push on by mouthing the lyrics of the song. Feeling relieved and composed. I have managed to clock my personal best 2.4km timing.

No man can ever survive or live alone. We have to learn how to grow and mature through the companies of our friends.

And I am proud to say, I had!

2006-04-09T15:51:00.000+08:00

This weekend seems to be really short. Or perhaps, I should say that ALL WEEKENDS ARE SHORT!

Jaded

And yes, I am feeling utterly jaded. Jaded for the fact that I will be booking in another few hours or so.

I seriously hated learning all the technical facts of all MGs (read: Machine Guns).
Be it the SAW, GPMG, 40/50mm MGs and et cetera...

I suck terribly with my IA drills. Ha! Fumbled wildly, upon executing the respective IA drills.

and the rattles goes on...

grrrrrrrrrrrrresh!

My Biking package (course) will officially starts on 2nd May and ends effectively on 1st June. YEAH!
I am totally looking forward to it. Hopefully, my course will to be carried out in Kaki Bukit, which means, that I might be able to stay out FOR ALMOST A MONTH LONG!

In a month time, my trade course will come to an end. That means, I can kiss my jockey cap goodbye and saying hello to my new black beret. Can't wait for that moment!

arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!

2006-04-02T03:06:00.000+08:00

The Journey, The Promise of Dreams

(composed by the persona, himself)

The choppy waves

The erratic weather

The terrorizing twilight

Unearthing all secrets within

Traveling down an indistinct journey

Filled with perilous obstacles

Steps of cautions, BEWARE

What lies beneath is never known

There you are

Paddling down and battling waves with valor

Worrying not the once-said

Poseidon's thousand legged creatures

You press on

I prayed long

Have you not seen the sun yet?

Glittering rays of gold

Flashed across your fatigue face

Signaling its presence

I see the shimmering hope

Longing for your dearly presence

Your sweetly love

Your dry moist kisses

The loving setting,

we vowed to witness

Your promise

Our promise

Our eternal dreams

Our shared love

Etched distinctively in my heart

Say no more

For it's just part of my fallacies

The loving setting,we vowed to witness

Never once a promise

Never once our promise

[END]

It has been more than 5 months since I last composed a poem.
I know the poem sounded crappy.
But, heck la... I am losing my touch anyway. (or perhaps, since when do I even have a touch with poetry!)

And so, once again, I have successfully survived another week in the Armour Unit. Beginning to fill more comfortable, moving and getting around. I guess, isolation and loneliness really do break apart a person's psychological state.

Weakening every part of his mental will.
Portraying an extreme negative and unparticipative facade.
Life hasn't been more exciting for the past few days.
Have been learning and mastering the various weapons, which are going to be mounted onto the tanks.

The stripping and assembling of weapons, the immediate actions and its consequential actions, have to be known within one's fingertips. Not being able to meet the timing or executing the proper steps, may lead to unspoken punishments. (and if you know what I meant). Over the past few days, I have been pondering over my future for the next 2-5 years time.

Since my (past) dream can never be reached,I don't see why we can't fall onto the clouds provided and thus working doubly hard for next year.

To do a diploma? Or a Degree with Singapore Sports Academy?
I am still considering what are the available choices....
what are the possible routes for me to walk on...
zZz-ified

-Disclaimer: All pictures as shown above are completely taken by the Persona. No doubt about it!

2006-03-25T02:30:00.000+08:00

- The Labyrinth -

Have you ever take a wonder... Who on earth has actually created a door? And, what is the main purpose of having a door?

To prevent Pandora from opening her Pandora's Box?

1. To ensure privacy?
2. Or, to keep away curious-minded individuals, like us, from exploring further? Secrets? Mysteries?

After teaching and studying the RC for several months, I have always wonder what lies behind this particular secret passage.

We (Weixin and myself) decided to embark and uncover the mystery behind this secret passage.

We tried to get (read: squeeze) into the entrance. And soon, realised that the entrance is exceptionally cramp and dirty. This scavanger job is a no-no for claustrophobic individuals.

We elbowed our way through the cramped passage till we have reached towards end of the passage.

Indeed, it is a gloomy sight. The entire atmosphere is filled with the creeping death aura. Dark and melancholic.

The scavangers made their way down with great care. Using only the K750i camera phone light to naviagate our way down.

We felt our way round in pitch darkness (of course with the aid of the cameraphone light). The size of the tunnel is similar to a miniature size of a castle's catacomb.

A bomb-scrape door.

Looking further and noticed a weird trail of blooood... (and we wondered)

A PERFECT place to perform any forms of trangress acts. Kill your victims and have his or her bodies thrown into this locked burial compartment.

The place felt colder as we stayed longer. Hence, we hasten our steps and made our way back to where we have entered. Once again, we have to crawl our way out through the cramp passage.

Pathetic squeezy and compacted!

P.S: Weixin tries to show off her dirty feet and her unique physical stature of impropriate.

What an adrenalin rushing night....

Phew~! Never ever would I want to enter into that labyrinth.

2006-03-25T01:37:00.000+08:00

And so... I have survived for 1 whole week in that 'wretched' place.

Like what many have said and concluded, 42 SAR is indeed a tough and physically demanding battlelion. Knocking it down and signing extra guard duties (for no apparent reasons) are like a norm process for all of us.

But hey, my appointment in the Company HQ Platoon gives me the opportunity to bum and slack around in my bunk. And yes, while the rest of them are out sitting in for lectures, stripping and assembly humongous guns, learning how to drive the tanks and other armoured automobiles. Together with my other mates, who are either waiting to be downgraded or their trade course which is yet to start, we will be slacking around the company's conference room (awaiting Encik or COS instructions), napping or chit-chatting in the bunk and waiting for meal times.And so, that is how I spent my 1 week in a Armour unit.

That's the priviledge of being the Company's Biker. AHA! I AM A BIKER! I am getting FREE BIKING LESSONS! WAHHOO!!!

Sigh! My biking course officially starts in May.

I am crossing my fingers and hope that my next week weapons' lessons will start promptly. So, as to get away with any unnecessary fatigue work. Managed to book out early today (let's say 11am). Encik has asked me to get curtains (to hang it in the OC / CSM / PC / PS bunk) for him. Ha! What a worthwhile OPPORTUNITY to smell FREEDOM before any other 42 SAR guys!

He has granted the permission to book out early to purchase those stuffs from IKEA. Made a quick purchase before heading straight back home. Quality time is exceptionally precious for NSF, like us!

I have no idea if I should be feeling happy or sad.
Happy for the fact that I am the company's HQ biker.
Sad for the fact that the persona is not able to adapt the environment well.

Getting in with the flow of the "Hokkien Pia" (read: Hokkien speaking bengs) can be quite a challenge. Ever since we stepped into the battlelion, I sensed the distance... the alter-ego voice of every mono individual intake guys screaming, "Who are they and what are they doing here!?!".

As such, our presence (the BMTC presence) has literally constructed an invisible barracade, distancing between the mono intake guys and BMTC guys.

And I wonder, when will this "Berlin War" ever be destroyed?

2006-03-18T10:46:00.000+08:00

Like any other NSFs, we had to go through another series of mental torturing process into knowing our posting.

And here is a classic example...

Accessed into miw.com.sg with much anxiety.

Fumbled alittle with the website. ARGH! Too many links!!!

Keyed in my NRIC and Date of Birth.

Took a deep breathe and finally summoned my courage to click on the 'Submit' tab.

*feeling shitty*...
*the stomach whirls like a washing machine*...
*nervousness*...
*butterflies in the stomach*...

...

*and waiting*...

...

...

*cold beads of perspiration start to form on my back*...

...

*shivering*...
*shuddering*...

...

...

*crossing all of my fingers*...

...

The screen greeted me with this message

SAF BMTC ePosting Order

NRIC: - censored - Name: - the persona's name -

Comd SAF BMTC congratulates you for your successful completion of the BMT. (Sounded sarcastic. Nevertheless, it is a sweet way to congratulate us)

Your Posting Order is listed below:

1. You are posted to 42 SAR. (erh!?)
2. Your vocation is ARMD INF TPR (HUH!?!)
3. You are to report to Sungei Gedong Camp, HQ BLK, S1 BRANCH.
Reporting Date / Time 20/03/2006 at 0800 hrs.
Person to report to Chief Clerk

You are required to report in smart no.4 uniform (PES E recruits to be in No 3 uniform), except for those assigned to Police Force.

4. Special Instructions You are required to bring along your duffle bag /
field pack complete with the SAF issued items
given during BMT. You are expected to stay in.

Persona's immediate reaction: What the F * * *

I got posted to an Armour unit (42 SAR), in Sungei Gedong to be an Armour Infantry Trooper (lay man term - a recee trooper). SHITTY!

I heard that this vocation is the 'shiong-nest' as compared to the other School of Armour's vocations.

And guess what.... 2 guys from my section enter into OCS, 1 opt for Military Police and got it, while the rests are entering SISPEC. HELL!

What have I done wrong, for MINDEF to limit my opportunity to be in a command school!!! I am not feeling sad. But, I am feeling pathetically DISAPPOINTED. UTTERLY disappointed with my posting.

Truly, I am...

Sigh...

2006-03-16T11:17:00.000+08:00

"What the heck is he doing with that blue 'Fresh Seafood' Cow?!?!?!"

More answers and updates, coming right up! Stay tune...

P.S: Now now... Throw in some erotic vocabularies to describe the persona's doings! Ha!

2006-03-12T10:13:00.000+08:00

It was a sheer moment of joy, when the Emcee officially conferred us as PRIVATE.

Who would like to be called as a RECRUIT, after enduring endless hardships for the past 9 weeks or so.

The eighth of March, 2006 marks a very special day to all January Enhanced / Leadership batches. I've never participated in such nerve-twinging parade. And yes, you can imagine the intense anxiety and (unwanted) acidic juices, being pumped into your bloated tummy. Things got better, when I have made my first march down the parade square.

The entire parade process was difficult. With the blazing sun, not sparing anyone of us, radiating heat and shining forcefully on us, worsening the entire parade process. Beads of perspiration trickled down my face and every part of my swarthy body, created an uncomfortable feeling. Using only my facial muscles, I attempted to 'rub-and-tug' the perspiration on my face.

I guessed our Graduation Parade has contributed to Tekong's greatest number of dramas and booboo-s.

Firstly, the parade commander gave the wrong command. As such, his mistakes have caused the frontline company (Jaguar) to fumble and also made us sing the Infantry Song in our Rusuk Senjata position.

Secondly, the School Sergent Major (SSM) was so fed-up with the entire situation. Hence, he took over the microphone (in the control room) and issued us with the proper commands.

Lastly, one guy from Bronco Company has actually fainted right after the RO (Reviewing Officer) speech. I wasn't aware of it, until all parents made a big huha in the grandstand. The RO's speech was so DAMN LONG la. We had to Se di a (at attention) for his inspection, award ceremony and his long-winded speech. Numbness!

The Parade...

Re-entry Ceremony...
(Gearing up for our Infantry Roar)

After the parade, everyone was running around looking for their friends and buddies to take picture with.

1. Bao Wen (Company Coward). Whenever Platoon Sergeant tries to throw a thunderflash, you will not be surprised to hear him being the first to yell like a baby girl.
2. Shawn (Company 'Liao Da' - Boss). Despite his petite frame and woolala tatoos on his body and arms, big boss never fails to share with us, his sexual escapades with his oh-so-hot babeS!
3. Gabriel (Company A Cup Pinky Tits). My bunk buddy! He is one hell'ya sexually-deprieved guy who yearns for sex every day. Every night, he never fails to ask me to give him a blowjob. OF COURSE, in a kidding manner.. WAHA!
4. Platoon Sergeant. A definite worshipper for clubs. What's so cool about him is that, he raps and rapped for NDP 2004!
5. Janar (Company RSM - Recruit Sergeant Major). Our bunk tamil tiger. With a broom (which acted as CSM's Baystick), rested between his armpit, he never fails to assume his newly appointed position and lead us. Don't be fooled by his goofy looks, though he is a smoker, he managed to achieve GOLD for his IPPT!
6. Jason (Company Schemer). He is our intellect asset in the section. Graduated from Melbourne with a Degree in Commerce, he never fails to calculate and weigh the pros and cons in situations.
7. Jinfeng (Company Short Torso). A scholar who did excellently well for his A Levels. Though he is from China and Singapore's PR, he scored an A1 for GP and has put many of us (Singaporeans) to shame.
8. Melvin - THE PERSONA! (Company Metrosexualist). WAHA!
9. Fadhullah (Company Muscle Mary and bubu shooter). No doubt, he is someone who frequents the gym. His words and thoughts never fail to amuse all of us. Himbotic perhaps? Heh!
10. Qin Yao (Company Ah Pek and Blinds). Qin Yao never fails to to nap whenever there is any admin time.

Not Present:
11. Hwee Pin (Company Pseudo Indian). He is chinese and yet he has the skin of an Indian. The irony is that, both of his parents are chinese. Hmm, pigmentation defects? I wonder... Anyway, he is our platoon's fastest 2.4km runner. With an amazing timing of 9.15, it is a great pity that his Pull-ups caused him to attain a silver for his recent IPPT.
12. Stephen (Company Dick Flasher and Platoon Best Trainee). Self Explanatory. During field camps and lights out, once the night howls, I wouldn't be surprised if he is performing his all-time favourite dance - The Dicky Dance.

Without the presence of my buddies, my life wouldn't be as exciting and fulfilling.

My Parents... Mummy & Daddy!

My BMT Platoon - FALCON!

Falcon 1... Falcon 1... Falcon 1 (3X)... We are the one... We are the champion... We will always be the one. FALCON 1!

2006-03-11T13:45:00.000+08:00

I am feeling alittle sex-cited over this sunburst crumpler bag.

Now, you know why. A very happy man indeed.

More updates coming right up. Do stay tune!

2006-03-05T15:44:00.000+08:00

"I have learnt to walk through my journey with great caution."

My world has crushed... COMPLETELY!

Pathetic and demoralising grades

I am... defeated miserably!

It took me 2 minutes and 56 seconds to stare and accept the pathetic grades, printed on my result slips.

Cried bitterly after receiving my results...

It is nice having a close friend, coming over and lending you her shoulder. Still, I continued crying hard on her puny shoulders. (For one moment, I thought I have cried like a pussy)

Her golden words of encouragement have touched my heart and made me teared even more.

After enduring the entire ordeal... I am beginning to...

Lose hope, faith and ultimately myself. Because, I am desperately lost.

My contigency plans seemed redundant.

I have no idea, why I have performed badly.

My hard work and determination to perform well have proved futile.

Once again, I have lose focus of my direction.

Having no idea what to do and where to go next.

Like a lost mule in an open desert, which keeps walking and wondering if all the walkings are all worthwhile.

The walk for a better future; for survival.

2006-02-27T02:30:00.000+08:00

"You've chose to erase me out of your self-deemed matured life. As for me, I tagged (played) along the way you did to me...'Bastardy' acts? I don't think so."

If you're wondering why I am still here, and not booking in to Tekong (which I am supposed to do so)

Here is the reason why...

The persona will have to report to Nee Soon Camp, at 0830 hours for his MDC (Music, Dance and Drama Company) audition.

Don't ask me why I am shortlisted. Because, I have no idea why.

But, whatever the reasons are, I am so gonna decline the company's offer...

And expressing my disinterest for this audition and my future NS route with MDC.

I've never ever considered reading music scores and practicing my instrument(s) daily , for the next 1 year and 9 months or so.

It's totally out of my NS direction. Extremely.

And so, I am left with less than 2 more weeks to my POP (Passing out Parade).

Sadly, less than 3 more days to doom day. The unavoidable arrival of my GCE A Level results.

The persona has not taken any form of pre-mental preparation for the upcoming release of A Level results.

Yes... I am feeling utterly stressed up.

The entire week was spent brooding over again (and again), thinking about where I am going to land myself in 2 years time.

NUS? NTU? or SMU?

Or perhaps, none of the above. Sucky results doesn't warrant me a place in any government-aided universities.

What's left?

SIM? Singapore Sports Academy? Curtin University? University of NSW? UWA (Western Australia)? or some other 'ulu' private universities franchising branches located in Singapore?

What's the point of raising all these private universities, while I don't have the suffice financial support. It's impossible to sponge my parents savings continuously.

I am worried for my brother's further education. Indeed.

Life is spoilt with choices. But, one's grades determine the state of one's future.

Seriously, I am totally worn out pondering over what other routes to head on (if I were to receive pathetic grades). Better alternatives.

"What a pessismist, Melvin! That's so not you!"

Yes. Thank you. I am NEVER an optimist, especially when it comes to my results... which has direct form of consequences towards my future.

Prideful and result-driven traits.

Well, I'll have to admit undeniably, that I have 'successfully' possessed 2 of such man's worst traits. Amazingly.

Life still remains much of an agony for me. Thinking of the very negative shortcomings for my pathetic grades.

I guess... The persona will be spending the next 20 hours of his book out time (after receiving his A Level grades), weeping, sorrowing and blaming himself for not putting in more effort in his studies.

"He has done his best. But, the best wasn't enough. It was never meant to be enough."

"Hell! What's the point of crying over spilled milk. Gaining self-pity and self-sympathy.", yelled the persona's subconscious mind.

Anyway... the entire Sunday was effectively spent on a splurging session. Many would have called it a retail therapy.

It would have been useful dealing with the aftermath of pathetic grades.

Whatever it is, the persona would like to thank Weixin for the much-needed company.

Thank you, Weixin.

I did the opposite.

I prefer to splurge before the aftermath... way before the commencement of the consequences.

To the extend of self-delusion.

Whatever it is, I felt freaking good after the entire splurging session.

Bought lotsa stuff. Successfully stuffed myself with Carl's Jr Double Western Cheese Burger in 15.25 minutes time.

Greater disappointment arises when the persona is not able to hunt down a nice crumpler. Not even from Paragon or Wheelock Place Crumpler Outlets!!! ARGH!

I am dying to land my hands either on this eye-catching products...

--> YES! I am a total sucker for anything that is ORANGE in colour... What's more, I have been eyeing on this carrier for a looooooong time.

Till, I got the chance to purchase it. This particular design bags are OUT OF STOCK! Can't get any luckier. DARN!

Now now, who is kind enough to provide me with more 'vital' details, pertaining to this ORANGEE Crumpler Messenger Carrier?

2006-02-20T12:12:00.000+08:00

An overdue entry...

It took me quite a while to recall, where this group picture (Primary School classmates) was taken.

Waha! Residing in Tekong for a long time, really do deteriorate my memory. Goldfish in the making!

And so, this is how i spend my last 5 hours before booking in after the CNY celebration.

Taken during 2006 Chinese New Year Celebration (Day 2)

From Top Left to Right: Tianguang , Jinkun, Jian Chong, Jianwen, Kaisiang and Kheng Li
From Bottom Left to Right: Miaochin, Myself, Siti, Angelia and Yana

Early days classmates... Friends for life!

2006-02-20T03:21:00.000+08:00

"You are to put on your camouflage before the first light!", exclaimed an officer

I am back from the much dreaded 7 days field camp. It was seriously physically demanding - DEFINITELY! Firstly, we had to endure the pain of lugging gargantuan field packs, SBO, our inseparable 'wife' and route march to our destinations. It was definitely a worth-catchy sight to witness the literal seesawing movement of us.

Secondly, we had to slumber in Basha tents against the uneven and unpredictable terrain. Seriously, I meant unpredictable conditions of the camping areas' vegetation.

Thirdly, there is no form of physical or psychological protection against the evil forest dwellers - Commando Mosquitoes and many other creepy crawlies. The SAF insect repellent seems to have negative (burning) reaction upon touching on my skin. The burning sensation of the insect repellent is really disturbing. Instead, it is advisable to apply the insect repellent on our uniform instead, applying on our bare skin. Lesson learnt!

Fourthly, the acts to be part of the soldiering team are to be part of our natural vegetation. Crawling, rolling, running, sliding along the mud, tall vegetations and sand are so gonna be dirty and disgusting. Still, we had to do it and doing it well. NO CHOICE!

Fifthly, powder-bathing onto flirty, smelly and 'cannot ta-han' body, really do turn everybody off for a gazillion times. Just let your imagination runs well. Try powder-bathing onto your camouflage face, it is totally an unbearable feeling. Try guessing the final product of apply large amount of prickly heat onto the camouflage face. A thick layer of sediments forming on the face.

Lastly, the urge to shit during field camp is literally nil. I am quite impressed with myself that I am able to shit on the third day. The need to bring along the entrenching tool and digging out a shitless spot is also virtually nil. It is all about the idea of probability and luck.

Day 1 and 2 - Rubber Plantation

One of the hardest places to sleep in this uneven terrain. Though, the ground was a little bit rocky and clayey, the rubber plantation was the easiest to pitch the tent. The environment is generally clean and grass free. We had to consume our combat rations outside the concertina wire. But, what feared me most is the nighttime, when my buddy and myself were peeing outside the latrine around.

No doubt, both of us have spotted some form of paranormal activity, while we were peeing. We got really freaked out. We hastened our footsteps and got back to our basha as soon as possible. Till now, we aren’t sure if the ‘IT’ was really a SHE (a young girl, dressed in red and sitting on the rubber tree branch), peeping us peeing. Whatever the case, that really freaked us out completely!
The day started with the basic teaching of soldiering skills, in the jungle.

Everything went well, until the afternoon was completely dampened with the passing cumulonimbus clouds. Conventional Rainfall. It was one hell of a wet afternoon.

Imagine this.

Your basha is situated at the foot of the slope. The rainwater flows downward and flooding the slope’s foot. And yes, buddy and myself were drenched. We had to deepen the drainage system and using our ET tools to sweep the water away.

The route march to the next site was indeed a physically demanding (considering the fact that we didn’t have a good night sleep and the persistent thought of carrying our field pack, SBO, helmet and rifle). I tried really hard to press on (by looking at the sky and appreciating the clouds formation), forgetting the inkling pain towards my ankle area and the enduring the blasting radiation from the scorching sun.

Day 3 & 4: Oil Palm Plantation

Just when I was about to start whining and complaining the living conditions to my buddy, I was surprised to witness the oil palm plantation. Lucky us, the towering canopy of the oil palm vegetations have helped us to keep our basha area dry, despite the irritating presence of the Mimosa plants.

Apparently, there weren’t much of physically draining activities being carried out in this pit stop. We are thought to navigate ourselves in the jungle, during the nighttime.

We had our so-called ‘technical break’ in one of Tekong’s villages. Oh boy, the houses are really creepy. The room, in which my platoon and section were assigned to, doesn’t really appeal to my comfort level. Dark. Creepy and Cramp.

Still, all of us endured the night with much songs singing session, before blowing off the candle and biding our day’s adieu.

Day 5 & 6: Tekong’s Reclaimed Land

I have always thought that the living conditions at the reclaimed land would be better than the vegetation. But, I was so wrong. We couldn’t be bothered with the persistent presence of the Tekong’s mosquitoes (highly irritating and tactful).
Instead, we were keeping a lookout for any centipedes’ presence. Three of my platoon mates were bitten by centipedes.

Trench digging was one hell’ya tiring experience for me. From the shady afternoon sky of 2pm, we kept digging on till 7pm. Many a time, I felt like giving up. But, seeing the rest of my platoon-mates slogging themselves, I felt the unexplained motivation to keep myself moving. Eventually, I succeeded and learnt a few lessons. Firstly, is to never mock or laugh at construction workers (Bangladesh workers). Secondly, be thick-skinned enough to voice out for assistance, if there is really a need to. Lastly, being able to appreciate life and matters around us.

Unlike my platoon mates, I am fortunately enough not to be badly bitten. Knowing the presence of aerial raiders (sand flies, mosquitoes) and land raiders (termites, ants, centipedes and other weird looking insects), I have applied thin layers of SAF issued insect repellent onto my uniform. Specifically, onto the sleeves, collars and trousers, to keep away from insects. And, it has proven to useful and efficient! WAHA!

Seriously, sleeping in our self-made shelf-scrape made me appreciate my bed more and getting myself amazed with Tekong’s night sky. Indeed, it is so starry that I could match the stars up and thus forming series of constellations.

Day 7: BIC & getting back to company’s line

Route marched off really late from the original pit stop. Nothing usual. The march is equally tiring and mentally torturing, despite the short distance of 2 clicks.

Marched our way down to former SISPEC for our company’s Battle Inoculation Course (BIC). Another physically demanding course, whereby every recruits have to leopard crawl a sandy distance of 50 meters, with live firing across the top of our helmets.

Had abrasions here and there. Guess that, I am totally immune to all these injuries. Couldn’t be bothered with the injuries, as my mind keeps telling me to get the whole events over and done with.

The entire company continued marching back to company line. Our morale was bolstered when we began marching in the rain. Smelly, ‘decomposing’ and damp. Never in my life, have the persona smelt the reeking stench of the masculine gender.

After enduring the 7 days field camp, this field camp has made us realized the importance of our appreciation towards our bunks, facilities, food (comparing with given combat rations with fresh rations from cookhouse) and most importantly, LIGHT.

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And so, this week is another one hell’ya AMAZING PACKED week for all of us.

Definitely, it is not a joking matter to have Live Range practice and test, followed by Hand Grenade live throw and SIT (Situational Test), all squeezed into this week.

During live range, to have all the time in the world to reach your turn to shoot, really sounded off my temperamental self. For those who know me, the persona is pretty much an impatient guy. To top it all, having a fuck-up sergeant assisting you for safety really kills off my mood. Shall not elaborate further.

Anyway, I have passed my live range shoot. Was kinda disappointed for not achieving the desired score for marksmanship. Heck~

The hand grenade throw was the main climax of my week. To have the grenade blast in front of the bay, really sends my adrenalin rushing. In addition, to experience a C4 bomb blast, does adds up my excitement. A once-in-a-lifetime experience.

The persona was thankful to be allocated in an efficient detail, during the SIT (Situational) test. The ability to lead, achieving outstanding speed, creativity and tactfulness are what the SIT test is all about.

We had our fast march before the commence of our SIT test. Being a claymore mine specialist, I have to carry a whole load of weight during the fast march. Got really shagged but satisfied.

Since, all of us in our detail want to enter into a command school. All of us put in great effort in completing our given missions. Tough and physically challenging, but the efforts contributed by the team members are really significant to display the qualities of an ideal team. Knots after knots. Lashings after lashings. Most of our missions required us to build a structure, in order to complete the task. As such, the commanders (assigned) have to leverage people’s expertise and Campcraft background, in order to achieve success in the missions.

It is really amazing to see how a team functions, after being heavily exhausted from the morning fast march and working our missions under scorching environment.

It is the will of every person, which keeps him moving. Without it, we are no different of being a fallen soldier.

2006-01-30T11:41:00.000+08:00

I've entered into a whole new dimension.

An all-green environment.
A regimented lifestyle.
A disciplined community.
A social obligation.

Somehow, I am losing myself, my identity for the past 3 weeks. I have not been able to perform to my acquired standards. Substandard performance.

Feeling withdrawn, and shrugging my shoulders as and when, seems to be my natural response towards matters.

Simply, the persona is less chatty, spontaneous and expressive. Many a time, he tends to feel out of place in the whole military organisation. Being older and elder, doesn't give me the rightful excuses for not getting well with my platoon mates. If one was to be expressive, he may received negative impressions from his fellow peers.

The need to maintain and balance the character / personality beam, and yet expressing leadership qualities, are definitely a challenging and risk-taking task.

I have made my choice (unknowingly) to take the observer role more often than the leader role. It was all too natural. I felt stupid in a company of elites. Very often, a blur cock in the eyes of the sergents.

Despite the fact, that my company belongs to the Enhanced / Leadership batch, I have done nothing to prove my worthiness to secure a placing in OCS. As such, it sets me thinking, if I really do have the calibre to be a commander, an officer. My withdrawn and unspontaneous personality has surfaced in the eyes of my bunkmates and so much so, my buddies.

If you think, I am someone who is able to outwit and lead these group of scholars, you are so wrong to make such conclusions.

I am just an insignificant mule. Waiting to be lead and finding my direction in life through an unforsaken barren lands.

Vanity sets in all hearts of man. No doubt, the persona has fallen prey to this masculine attribute. Well, that is the case before enlistment. The persona is hiding his vanity, not wanting to unleash it till favourable time. Opportunity. Yes, he is formulating his strategy. Watching each and every single leading individual in the platoon, tells about how much a leader is able to express himself. Who are worthy to take up the role of a leader and those who are just trying too hard to be a good leader.

The Battle of Wit.
The Battle for Acknowledgement.

2006-01-27T09:19:00.000+08:00

I am down with the Tekong's Flu Package...

That's why I am forced to Book Out one day earlier.

ARGH! High Fever of 39.1 degree celsius, accelerating pulse rate and earth-shaking dry cough, are so gonna spoil my Chinese New Year.

Was kinda reluctant to accept the MO's Medical Status of "Attn C".

The persona is going to miss his COMPASS Test (at CMPB), which is part of the Air Force Criteria to be a WSO - Weapon Specialist Officer (C3) and Pilot.

Anyway, he has made his pass for the WSO (C3) Interview. WAHOO!

The week after the Chinese New Year is gonna be one hell'ya time. Fieldcamp and et cetera.

Do have a great Chinese New Year!

P.S: The persona loves camou-ing himself.

2006-01-21T23:23:00.000+08:00

"Training to be soldiers
Fight for our land
Once in our lives,
Two years of our time."

Gosh! Finally, I am BACK!

After 2 hard weeks of trainings and torments, the persona has finally made his way back to main-land SUCCESSFULLY.

For those who reallllllllllly wants to see the transformation of the persona...And so, here it is.

Don't attempt to LAUGH IT OUT LOUD!

Before --> After (SAF Botak Scheme) -->

I know... I know... I looked extremely pathetic, without any hair.
Amazingly, my bunk-mates commented that I look better without hair, as compared to my original 'hair-ful' style.

My company was considered one of the 'slackiest' company, as compared to other BMTC School 1 companies.

Company Sirs are generally friendly and out-going kinda people. Our Platoon Sergent is a 'chin-chai' (read: easy-going) sergent. He is also a rapper and a radio DJ for one of the Singapore's Radio Stations. While, our platoon Duty Sergents are friendly and never expressed any air of arrogance (read: humble).

We hardly receive the 20 pumpings punishments from any of our superiors.
The 2 weeks trainings are really intensive. Due to our enhanced BMT program, our training schedules are relatively packed. Hardly, we had any time to laze and slack about in our bunks.

Present Military Programs
1. Standard Obstacles Course (SOC)
2. Strength Trainings (ST)
3. Foot Drills (FD)
4. Combat Program Trainings (CPT)
5. Ability Group Run (AGR)
6. Progressive Route Marches
7. Speed Trainings (SPT)
8. Indoor Marksmanship Trainings (IMT)
9. General Military Knowledge (GMK)
10. National Education (NE)
11. M16S1 Technical Handling

Upcoming Military Programs

1. Field Camp Trainings
2. M16S1 Technical Firing
3. Live Grenade Program
4. Route March (Full Battle Order)

The only time we (our bunk mates) got together to play our company's Annex boardgame, RISK is during our 'Admin Time' either before lights out or Category 1 (read: Activation of 'Stay indoor Siren' due to unstable weather).

Doing pull-ups before meal-time has become a typical soldier's routine. I wouldn't be surprised if I could do 15 pull-ups for my next IPPT tests.

Did I mentioned that I was excused from Running, Marching and Jumping for two days? Reason being, because the persona has sprained his back before enlistment. His back pain got really excruciating unbearable, that the persona has to pull himself up to see the Medical Officers in the Medical Center.

Generally, the treatment to us (recruits) in Tekong is fairly welfare.

If you would have realised, the persona's thoughts are not flowing in coherent order.

You betcha! He is feeling slightly lethergic after this morning's progressive route march.

Yawns!

Will be right back, blogging during my Chinese New Year's book out days.

Ciao!

2006-01-06T13:54:00.000+08:00

DAMN! (F**K!!) ARGHHH!!!!

I spent the whole morning and afternoon typing out the Part 2 of "The ardous journey... The unknown future". And the computer doesn't gave me the sympathy of allowing me to save my entry.

And now, IT IS ALL GONE! DARN-AN-ATION!

Never mind...

The persona is gonna spend another afternoon (not now! DUH!) re-doing the whole Part 2 entry. So folks, be patient.

Alright!?!

The Botak's Beginning

And so...

In another 22 hours or so, the persona will be entering into a whole new dimension of Life.

It's gonna be hard... It's gonna be tough... And he is gonna be BOTAK!

From this -->

A shuai ge

To this -->

A BOTAK shuai ge...

*faints

Once again, the persona would like to thank YOU

Yes YES! YOU!

For spending your precious time, reading my trashy entries and bother to leave comments after reading the entries.

Thank you so much!

The persona will officially switch this blog's status to its sedentary mode, with effect from 7 January 2006.

Do stay tune for more updates... with greater bites of the persona's life in TEKONG.

Now now... If anybody wants to touch the botak head, please refer to the "Caressing of Melvin's Botak Head charges"

$0.50 for 2 seconds
$1.00 for 10 seconds
$10.00 for 3 minutes and more

Disclaimer: Any injuries resulting from the caressing act, the victim (who is me, myself) will not be liable.

2006-01-04T00:34:00.000+08:00

Tonight's entry is specially written for a special friend.

And so, here's my two cents worth...

Lending a helping hand... How much do we lend?

Lending a helping hand is always a nice and sincere gesture, to display our appreciation for another. Sadly, excessive gratitude may leads to other forms of burden; unnecessary burden. We stand strong to give whatever support we can for our dear friends. As such, lending a helping hand and helping others to solve problems may seems to be an inevitable and 'unacknowledgable' (the unspoken truth) criteria. But, at the expense of your quality time.

Exploitation sets in when one relies heavily and strongly onto another and thus, constantly asking and seeking for help. We have failed to give the problems-creaters a valuable chance to solve their problems. Thinking that you are capable, and wanting to have a fair share of accessing the problems, you step in (unknowingly, thinking it was a good deed) and solving the problems. Thus, getting yourself root into the problem-solving web, one has actually entrapped himself in an abyss of circular problems.

Indeed, problems are truly endless and they will never come to any resolutions. God created us (humans) to step forth this earth and solving problems; worldly problems. Be it political problems or even at a smaller scale; personal problems. Each time, if one managed to solve a problem, there bound to have subsequent problems. The aftermath of opening the Pandora's Box, leads to the subsequent consequences of resolving infinite strings of problems, that one has self-created.

Learning to say No, may be a nasty comment to comply a request. But, it does helps in one way or another. Solving problems at the expense of your quality time and acceding to one's request, is your self-created problems. The whole issue of problem-solving has led to a vicious cycle. An endless circle for one to resolve even after six feet from the ground. The world is heartless. And indeed, it is heartless to an extend that prevailing problems may drive one up to the wall, or even getting one to excessive emotions. Indeed, what lies in our hands, is the decision-making power to discern what is worth doing and not. What is worth saying No and not. Maturity sets in to get one thinking, if it is possible or feasible to even say a No to awkward situations.

But what makes the world less cruel and heartless; greater warmth and humanity is people's selfless character. Humans being selfless, who puts others before self. Taking the extra mile, reaching out to our friends, family and even strangers, in resolving issues. And that what makes the world a better place. A stable and fairly equilibrium society.

Selfless personality and individual's perspective towards life may seems to be a noble quality. But, having such quality may over-run your life and thus, others taking it for granted, will only accentuated your weakness towards humanly characteristics. And worse, degrading and eroding your precious life. With a mind of maturity and sensibility, we have learnt to see that selfless behaviour, may inspire the lives of others. However, at vary point of time, selfless personality may be regarded as an act of stupidity. Living in a world where people 'parasiting' (feasting on people's qualities) on one another, leveraging on other's strength in order to boost one's potential and et cetera, are the examples of selfless personality doings. The society has shaped us to be more conscious with our individualistic well-being, instead of aspiring the lives of others. As long as a single task benefits oneself, we tend to spearhead the task with fantastic ideas. But, what will truly be lacking is our humanity's quality; the selfless personality. The world is so warped and caught up with daily happenings. Thus, there will be lesser people extending their kindred services for others, and more people berserking into selfish gains.

Simply, it is so hard to force the society (and ourselves) to the desired equilibrium. Utopian society has proved its flawless and capability. Seemingly, it seems to be an effective way in eradicating problem-solving siutations. But, such fictitious society will only transformed their people into mindless cooperate drones and inculcating a ridiculous conformity culture. Who would want to live in such a society whereby creativity would not be taken into consideration?

To really answer the forementioned title of tonight's entry, is indeed an exigent task. For one, like me, to really explore the ever-truth of "how much is much, and how many is many," is a virtual nil mission.

Everyday, we embrace our day with much surprises. Hoping and waiting to inspire the lives of others via going the extra mile and stretching our hands; lending a helping hand to help a friend, who may be falling into an abyss of woes.

Suffice to say, I am not encouraging anyone out here, to stop helping others. But, I besieging you to take a step back, thinking if helping that someone will help him or her in a long run. In greater light, he or she will solve the remaining problems in his or her own stylen and grooming a subject of worthiness; triggering the problem-solving skills and allowing him or her to expose to situational problems.

2006-01-02T12:03:00.000+08:00

The ardous journey... the unknown future (Part 1)

It took me quite some time before I managed to harmonise my thoughts. And alas, today's entry will be largely featuring on the persona's life.

His will and journey to maturity and independence.

This simple story has given great life and confidence for him to live on. Such an insignificant life, has charted out great inspiration to one and many.

It all begins with the true love between Mum and Dad. Having a child was their main priority, and especially in the family. Grandma's traditional thinking has set in and giving unnecessary pressures to Mum and Dad.

The news of having a boy in the family, has triggered their 'rock n roll' mood. Joyous celebrations were called for. The entire 'Lum' Family was cheering for the arrival of this 'golden' boy.

And there he was, coming out from his mummy's tummy and witnessing the strange lightings, which surround him. Feeling awkward and discomfort, all he could do was to cry and whiling for help. Crying as loud as he could. Hoping that someone, who has been carrying him for months, will provides him with the necessary parental warmth.

Time really flies. And, his first step marks his begins.

Thrilled with the toddler's development. His dad decided to bring the whole family (Mum and him) to Hawaii. That was his first time sitting in the aeroplane and experiencing extreme discomfort. The long journey made him really mad and annoyed. But again, there is nothing much he could do except to whine. The stewardess took sympathy of him and hence gave him the children colouring package and an airplane model, in hope to pacify him. And well, it did!

He loves the sand. He loves to leave his footprints along the sandy beach of Hawaii. He loves to play peek a boo and catching with his mum. And that is how, mum has her stamina and most importantly, her determination and will in keeping him protected from all societal ills.

Jealousy begins to set in when he knows that he will be having a younger brother. He knows well that all the love and attention will be largely channelled to his younger brother. Whatsmore, his younger brother was so much cuter than him.

At the age of 10, he has been through series of hardship. His environment was forced to a great change. Attending Primary School was not a good idea for him. Being thrown into an abyss of unknowns, arising unnecessary panics and worsening his isolation. Back then, he really hated Chinese. He gave tonnes of problems to his Chinese teacher. Nasty punishments were meted out back then. Every week, his mum was called by his Chinese teacher for some private meeting. At the end of the day, all he could ask for was nothing except strokes of cane swapping down at that very small palm of his.

Since Primary 2, he was an active boy in school. He learnt and mastered the art of Sprinting. Clinching gold award for his pet races (50m, 100m, 200m and long jump) and sprints were his yearly event. It was never too long for him to realise, that his responsiblity as a role model or a big brother comes gradually.

He was utterly devastated with his PSLE grades. He has given great disappointment to his mum. All he could ask for now, is to be hardworking in his Secondary School and staying really focus with his studies.

Looks were never his primary concern back then in Secondary School. He fails to grip the importance of personal grooming. He couldn't care less, much less about himself.

And that's where his passion for sprinting begins to subside. Unlike in Primary School Sports Day, he was never an athlete in Secondary School. To top it all, he has landed himself in some crappy CCA.

But that didn't discourage him to head on and living his life to the fullest.
Being a good boy and also an apple of the teacher's eye, he was naturally recommended as being a Student Councillor in his Secondary School.

Over the years, he has learnt to work and climb up the social ladder through the hard way. His stream in Secondary School has placed him in every disadvantages. However, his will and drive to be the School's Top Leader hasn't defeated his vision.

Friendships are made along the way.

Their presence are exceptionally important! How is it possible for a leader to lead without his follower?

He has managed to climb the social ladder successfully. He made it! Eventually!

The immense amount of sheer hardwork and determination, have finally paid off. In a way, the learning process has toughen his character and fine-tuned his personality. From someone who was an introvert, and now in becoming an extrovert. From someone who fails to express himself confidently in the crowd, to someone now, who is able to appeal the crowd successfully.

The drastic change has made him into a confident leader, once more. A leader, who besides leading his team but also leading his life to a better future.

The changes amazed him. For once, when he flips through his photo album, he fails to identify himself.

Every now and then, he is heavily involved with his alma mater's leadership events. Organising leadership camps are always popping out in his yearly planner. If one was to ask him, "Why are you still going back despite the long years?" All he could do was to dismiss the question tactfully and smiled to the enquirer.

And yes, he loves camp. The forged friendships and camaraderie were his personal satisfaction.

Stay tune for Part 2...

2005-12-28T01:11:00.000+08:00

The Christmas week was one hell'ya busy week for me.

Generally, I didn't really have much time merrying around or even appreciating the beautifully decorated Orchard Road. Besides, I don't have the free time to participate Singapore's all-time favourite past time; SHOPPING. I am feeling so sour over it! For not being able to have any chances to lay my feet into any shopping centres or arcades along Orchard Road.

However...

Despite the hectic schedule, this year's Christmas wasn't entirely empty. I do have a fair share of Christmas parties, Christmas prezzie exchange and much-needed companionship. The persona has actually attended his JC classmates Homecoming cum Christmas party. Followed by Kirst and his kakis' X'mas party.

Fun.. FUn.. FUN!

And here is... For this year's Christmas prezzies...

1. Adidas Shades - From Mummy
2. Victorinox Swiss Army Watch - From Daddy (Exclusively from Switzerland)
3. Victorinox Swiss Army Knife (with my name engraved on it) - From Kenneth (Exclusively from Switzerland)
4. Stress Reliever cum 2006 Calendar - From Terence
5. 2006 Cartunista Blue Havanna Slippers - From Kirst! SWEETNESS! Finally, I could proudly add this pair of slippers into my slippers collection.
6. A heartshape box Chocolates (with a written card attached) - From Andre
7. My repaired Swatch Irony Watch - From Mummy
8. Cute-looking Santa's Shoe Chocolates - From SMRT (WAHA! The packaging is really NICE and CUTE!)

I spent half of my Christmas time, worrying about mundane stuff (camp planning and tuition). Frankly, I have never experienced such intense pressure ever since after the A Level Examination. Perhaps, it is the self-imposed pressure that I am giving myself. Seriously, I can't help worrying the outcome of the camp and its management.

GOSH! The persona should be spending his time fruitfully before entering Tekong. And, WHAT IS HE DOING!?!?

Worrying for his juniors (camp committees)

ARGH! 10 more days to go (and counting). I can't help feeling EXCITED.

Finally, the persona has taken some time off penning down his thoughts and his 2006 Resolution. And, mainly five of his 2006 resolutions include the...
1.Project 'Revamp-tion' of his room. And yes, he is gonna transform from THIS...

I know it is messy... But still, TO THIS...

Seriously, the mess in my room is extremely intolerable. Things are scattered everywhere. For once, I would have thought that Hurricane Katrina has acutally took its toll in Singapore.

No sense of organisation. And because of such mess, it really makes my blood boil. The sight of it irks me terribly. Ironically, I am just plain lazy to get everything organise. Perhaps one fine day, the persona will spend his afternoon clearing the mess. One fine day, it shall be.

I have calculated my room's Project 'Revamp-tion' expenses. The entire project would only cost me less than 2K. Okay, the persona will have to eat nothing except bread and butter for future months, in order to save up to that hefty amount.

2. Be an outstanding tutor. I hope I do have inspired and amazed my students in one way or another.

3. Not being late for appointment. And yes, my friends have always been yelling at me with regards to my punctuality. The persona will have to work really hard to get rid of his 'dilly dally' and procrastinating habits.

4. Staying really positive with Life. I forsee bitter times ahead of me. The unpredictable A Level Results, my survival in Tekong, my SAF vocation posting and et cetera. Life is full of bitter moments. And, for one to stay really positive and optimistic towards situations, takes great deal of courage and perseverance. I hope I do have the strength and patience to accomplish this particular resolution of mine.

5. Be really less vain. Waha! Since when I AM VAIN? Sadly, my friends regarded me as a vainpot. Aren't this quote supposed to come in and takes its stand, "Love yourself first before loving others".

Anyway... To all fellow blog readers, do have a blessful year ahead of you.

And many thanks for dropping by.

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2005-12-22T01:27:00.000+08:00

The Mis-management of a Relationship

Managing a relationship is never an easy task. It shows a two-sided facade of both the man and woman. And thus, it takes great courage and understanding to maintain a healthy relationship.

Mismanagement sets in when a relationship fails to work out and this jeopadizes the frail emotional weakness of the human race. We are born to custom ourselves with several sides of the mankind. And customing such variation towards emotions, begot unexpected consequences. Living each day is like a nightmare. The moment when you open up your eyes, your mind will fine-tuned and instruct messages from the unknown, and thus adjusting your emotions. Negative emotions threatens friendships and also a relationship.

To clearly answer the mis-management of a relationship, it virtually impossible. Man is never born perfect. He was never seen perfecting his emotions, perfecting his senses or perfecting his style of rationalising circular matters. The environment shapes our feelings. Indirectly, it shapes the relationship.

The persona has always believe that in a relationship, a relationship is subjected to the behaviour of a sine cycle. The Sine Cycle includes a series of troughs and slumps along the line. Amazingly, the business cycle works similarly. Mis-management sets right from the start when a relationship fails to plan and expect the future. Failure to sustain a relationship does not represent the failure of man. Simply, the mis-management of relationship would provides an evident excuse.

Personality differences or clashes, lack of time and responsiblity, failing trust and love for one another. Such forementioned excuses serve as standard factors of a mis-managed relationship. "It takes one pharaoh to control the River Nile and the Egyptian empire... It takes one man to begin a relationship." As such, it is never an easy task to maintain a relationship.

Why get into a relationship, while you can spend the luxury of time, doing the activities you really want? Why do man subject himself to relationship, while singlehood provides his much-needed liberation?" Afterall, man was created to be a lonely creature. It was pure sympathy and the satisfaction for man's lust, that the omnipotent higher powers decide to create woman. Why can't man stand alone and lead a fruitful life of his own?

Many would have argued that the imperfection of our psychology, our sub-consciousness, give rise to man's seven deadly sins. The exploration for better life and filing the voidness in our hearts, portrayed the ugly side of man. Woman as being gracious are no longer gracious. Man as being chauvinistic are no longer domineering. Our world is so warped up with imperfection. Thus, how could one argue that love is the perfecting source of all humanly elements?

Our society are never governed by relationship. The importance of relationship was never ever considered. The firm establishment of the civilisation is purely based on man's intelligence and his courageous exploration towards Science and Technology. Getting involve with relationship cuts him off with the importance of world events, and perhaps friendship.

Mis-management of relationship are so clear and dominant in today's society. True love can never be felt. We love ourselves more than others. We are particularly concerned only with our doings and pride. Sadly, relationship fails to prove otherwise. Instead, it aggrevate man's self-pride into a blindful manner.

Relationship continues to fail in proper management. As such, it is a totally flawed idea. The fine red line in differentiating love and lust continues to close up and hence, bringing out the truth behind of a relationship.

Sadly, I see relationship in a light-hearted matter. It is not as important. And, it will never be as one.

2005-12-19T03:07:00.000+08:00

Good Grief!

I have A (really really) small confession to make over here.

The persona is having a secret LOVER! A FETISH! Oh gosh...

For a...

You betcha! That's 2006 Cartunista Blue Havanna Slippers.

Any kind soul out there gonna surprise me with this slightly costly fetish of mine during Christmas?

Guess not erh. Sigh

It seems that I'll have to save up, sell my backside (KIDDING!) and work as a full-time slave for Lord Voldermoth. Just to lay my hands on sucha priceless collection.

Ever since I got myself this.........

Not the FEET! It's the Orangey Citrus Surfing Havannas Slippers. The persona has realised he is a total, absolute sucker for slippers. Especially so for funky design slippers.

Well well... I guess, the persona has found his rightful hobby. Not Stamp Collecting! But, Slippers Collecting!

Wahoo... I've a hobby.. HOBBY!

2005-12-17T19:31:00.000+08:00

The Boredom is really killing me.

While Lord Boredom was about to conquer and claiming victory in my life, I managed to dig out this 'kinky' class picture.

Uh huh.. 16 (students) + 1 (teacher) getting on the laughable photo post.

Oh well, this was taken during our college's graduation ceremony.

Wonderful times...

2005-12-16T22:06:00.000+08:00

And YES! I am back!

So, did you guys missed me? (I guess not erh)

Oh well, the persona was having a love-hate kinda feeling during the entire trip.

Love for its scenic landscapes, colourful heritage and the carefree experience in Switzerland and Paris. Hate for its extreme nail-bitting weather, jaw-dropping exorbitantly-charged lifestyle and prideful people.

Overall, the trip was indeed a memorable one. INDEED MEMORABLE. Well you see, I actually knocked myself onto the steel pillars in Jungjafour - Top of Europe sightseeing outpost. In addition, I got my next knock from one of the steel street lamp-post along the beauty street of Paris.

Now now, how memorable can that be!~

In general, Switzerland is a must-visit place for snow lovers and winter-loving hunks and babes.While, Paris is a worth dropping by city to experience the true blue romantic scenes of Europe.

Don't believe me? Try peeping into my travel-logue (3).

I've never dreamt of visiting either Switzerland or Paris. Not even the slightest thought. Traveling to Europe has always been a pricey issue, between my parents. Well, I do come from a humble and managable family background. Not too rich nor too poor either. Mum and Dad are trying to scrape, saving up each and every cents for our better future. They paid more than 10k for this entire trip. I felt the pinch. I know far too well that they have no intentions to come up with the Europe trip and itinerary, ever since we have traveled to Christchurch - New Zealand last year. It was a costly trip.

This Europe trip was meant to be surprise for both of us. And yes, me and my brother. Knowing that I do love seeing the world, sightseeing every single physical landscapes and thus marveling Mother Nature's creations. They have decided to pump in their hard-earned savings for this Switzerland and Paris trip.

We were greeted with Zurich's ever-famous mystical twilight scene. Beautiful ain't?

Switzerland is made up of 23 different 'cantons' (read as: states). With its barbaric histories, Switzerland has actually undergo several events of tug-a-war. Primarily for wealth, status and power, powerful empires lording over the Swiss land are inevitable.

The Rhine waterfall provides Hydroelectrical power for the Swiss.

Snowing in Germany. FREAKING COLD LA!

The bleak and void landscapes of the cruel winter. Loneliness.

Feasting the ever-famous authentic Black Forest Cake. Rum and Brandy are added into the original Black Forest Cake.

The Urban landscape of Bern - Switzerland.

Swiss Lion Monument

Man-made bridge across Lake Luzern

Titls Folded Mountains

Jungfourjouh Folded Mountains (Top of Europe)

The famous Swiss Alps - Check this mountain out! It appears as Tomborone Chocolate Swiss symbol.

Chateau de Chillion (Lord Byron was intrigued with the history of this castle and thus created sombre poems out of it)

International Olympic Committee Headquarter - Lusanne (Switzerland)

Festive Celebration along the streets of Geneva

Having Escargo (Snails) as an Appetizer for dinner

Typical Gothic Architecture of a hospital in Dijon (France). Are you feeling the creep then?

The Palace of Versaille (Palace for the French Monarchy - Louis 13, 14, 15, 16 in the 18th to early 19th century)

The Hall of Battle - Paintings of Napolean's Battles (except for the losing battle of Waterloo)

Garden of Versailles

Louis the 14 aka The Sun King(The boldest and ambitious king among the other French Kings)

The famous Art Museum of France - Home to the priceless painting Mona Lisa.

The Church of Notre Dame (Our First Lady)

Arc de Triumphe

The Eiffel Tower of Paris

2005-12-07T13:29:00.000+08:00

Alrighty...

In another few hours time, the persona will be disappearing from the so-called "tiny red" island.

Switzerland and Paris... Here I come...

And so, this blog should remain dormant for a period of time (2 weeks to be exact).

Anybody wants me to get something for them in either Swiss or Paris, please have your request typed into the "To-Get-It" List.

Payment should be made either in cold hard cash or slim sleek Visa Cards. (Kidding!)

The "To-Get-It" List (as updated 7 Dec 2005)

1. Cousin Ze Xuan --> Coka Cola Can (The Swiss Version) & Funky Tees
2. Cousin Candice --> A wooden Pencil from any toy shops
3. Gimmy --> A real version of the Eiffel Tower
4. Derek (Gym Bud) --> Nothing but chocolates
5. Krist --> Shot Glass either from Swiss or Paris Hard Rock Cafe

Was intoxicated by De Neng's recent blog entry on Chicago's all time favourite classics - Glory of Love.

Personally, I really do love Chicago's classics. Especially so for Chicago's, "You're the Inspiration."

WAHA! Someone dedicated this song to me over the radio 1 year ago.

And yes, I am truly touched and elated with this anonymous person's dedication!

You're The Inspiration - Chicago

You know our love was meant to be
The kind of love to last forever
And I want you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know
Everywhere I go
Always on my mind
In my heart
In my soul

Baby, you're the meaning in my life

[Chorus]
You're The Inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You're The Inspiration

Wanna have you near me
I wanna have you hear me saying
"No one needs you more than I need you"

And I know (And I know)
Yes I know that it's plain to see
So in love when we're together
Now I know (Now I know)
That I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know (Yes, you need to know)
Everywhere I go
You're always on my mind
You're in my heart
In my soul

[Chorus]
You're the meaning in my life
You're The Inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You're The Inspiration

Wanna have you near me
I wanna have you hear me saying
"No one needs you more than I need you"
(No one needs you more than I)

Wanna have you near me
I wanna have you hear me saying
"No one needs you more than I need you"
(No one needs you more)

[Chorus]
You're the meaning in my life
You're The Inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You're The Inspiration

When you love somebody
'Til the end of time
When you love somebody
Always on my mind / No one needs you more than I
When you love somebody
'Til the end of time
When you love somebody
Always on my mind / No one needs you more than I

2005-12-06T15:43:00.000+08:00

It all happens on a gloomy Monday afternoon.

[Enter Mother]

Mother shouts across the living room to get Melvin's attention.

Mother [To son]: Ah VIN AH! When are you going to start packing for your Swiss trip. I am not going to pamper you by helping you to pack your stuff. If you going to procrastinate and start fumbling on Tuesday or worst, on Wednesday, I'm going to stand one side and laugh at you.

Son (Melvin - aka Ah Vin): Soon la Mummy. I am busy thinking of what to wear and what to squeeze into the pathetic-ly small luggage bag. It is not the first time seeing me fumbling like a madman on the actual day, when we are leaving for holiday. I am your son leh. How could you laugh at me! I bet you will help me in packing my stuff.

Mother: Well then. Even if you go on knees and kotow me gazillion times, I am not going to help you. I got so many housework to do. I won't entertain such last-minute nonsense from you. Don't say I am heartless. You better tell me what are the clothing, you will bring over. And, I will help you to iron.

Son: Since when I ironed my own clothing? You have always help me to iron my clothing mah. I knew you won't leave me in the lurch.

Mother: You better not take me for granted. I am your mum, not your MAID!

Son: I have always thought mum equates to a full-time maid? Is it not?(Laughs out loud)

[Exuent Mother and Son]

Okay.

Now, the persona is feeling kinda screwed. He has no idea what to bring for the Swiss trip. It is like less than 2 more days.

Seriously, the persona really hates to travel down to cold places. Yes, he has low tolerance with cold weather. He prefers exotic places rather than bitter cold places such as Switzerland or countries experiencing winter in December. Brrrr!

Anyway...

Last Saturday was another well spent holiday. I mean, it was sucha fun-packed day, in which all of us enjoyed ourselves throughoutly.

Words simply fails to express our excessive excitement. I guess, the only alternative is to let the pictures to do the talking.

"A picture tells a thousand word."

It all started with the heart-warming bunch of classmates.

Gathering primary school classmates is not an easy task. Amazingly, it is the use of Friendster, that allows us to have this golden opportunity for us to reunite. Connections are made. Handphone numbers are exchanged. From a small handful number of contacts, the circle (among us) stretches to its max.

Saturday's weather was promising. Though, many of us were contemplating over the gathering, which is due to the morning rain. Still, we met up 'punctually' and arrive at the Sentosa Entrance, without much hesitation. Finding a suitable spot along the white sandy beach of Palawan, is sucha chore. Especially so during the weekends, where regular beach-goers (hunks and babes), families and tourists dominate and occupy every single empty benches. Lucky us, we managed to find an empty bench.

Of course, everyone were pretty much embarassed with their body. Nobody dares to make the first move to 'get it all out' for the beach atmosphere. It is either you first.. or wait and see kinda situation. To kill off the awkwardness, we decided to snap some pictures first.

Ther persona being 'heroic' and his fellow peers being spontaneous, decided to make the first move. The beach is not only a place for well-defined bodily hunks and babes. But, it is a place where the variations for all shapes and sizes, coming together and having equal fun.

Be it fat or thin. The long-awaiting union of our long-lost friendship should suffice the gathering's intention.

Man is not made to survive as a singular species. Not only we survive for our goals and dreams, but most importantly, we live on for the sake of our dear friends. Friends form the fundaments or pillars of our life. Like a plant, which requires sunlight and water for survival sake. Friends act as the 'vital nutrients' in our daily life.

Great friendships are always meant to last. It doesn't takes pure coincidence to know them. But, a strong believer of fate should be aware that the study of friendships is an extremely profound subject. Mathematics fails to calculate the affinity, which is shared in the friendship. Sciences have failed to provide a reasonable explanation with the chemistry of friendship. Perhaps, the study of the Arts could provide ideal explanations of friendships; the study of man's behaviour.

Games serve as a realistic point of view, in bridging the gaps of distant friendships. Besides amusing the alter-ego of the young, it also reflects on the growth and development (over the years) of us. A game of Ultimate Frisbee and playing monkey with volleyball in the sea trigger the enthusiasm in us.

Un-luckiness do happen all the time. It really depends on where you are standing or the role, in which you are taking forth.

Cruel punishments are inevitable. Losing a game and obliging with punishment is a form of sportsmanship. And yes, girls are not sparred either. All for the equality of races and SEXES.

It is human nature for man to like himself. Being narccisstic is not a crime! Don't we have to remain narccisstic, in order to grasp the better sight of ourselves?

To end it all, a private moment either with your friends or yourself sums up a special day.

Haven't told you that I knew all of them for more than one decade? It is fate the brings all of us together. It is fate that binds us together in forming the class of 6/5 (1997).

From L to R...First Row: Liza, Yongling, Liyana, Kheng Li and myself (Melvin)Second Row: Jianwen, Jinkun, Miaochin and TianguangThird Row (standing): Tony, Chye Soon, Aizudin, Jianchong, Firas and his girlfriend

2005-12-04T08:51:00.000+08:00

You have been warned...

The next blog entry is gonna filled with nothing but PHOTOS...

Here is a preview of what you will be expecting in the next blog entry.

Preview 1

Preview 2

More to come... Stay tune!

2005-11-30T14:06:00.000+08:00

Okay...

This morning, I got up a-little pissed. Got into some kinda cold war. Shall not further dwell into it.

At least, the persona is feeling kinda light-hearted after watching this video-clip time and again.

http://www.lesterchan.net/files/O-Zone_-_Dragostea_Din_Tei_(Chicken_Little_Dancing).wmv

You have to right-click and "save target as..." in order to view the video-clip.

How could any one resist this incredibly cute, Chicken Little's dance. I so wanna learn how to dance the way, Chicken Little does.

Mai-e-ya-he... Mai-e-ya-hu... Mai-e-ya-ah... Mai-e-ya-ah ah...

Being narccisstic once again...

2005-11-26T22:24:00.000+08:00

And so, it is another wasted Saturday night...
No money = No clubbing...
No company = Lonely nights...
Get the gist of it? Yeah... You're on the right track!

Life seems to take its toll and begins to slowing it down. I am getting seriously bored and tired (for no apparent reason). Have been watching VCDs to keep myself entertain. How pathetic can that be...

But again, I am not weeping over my self-indulgent loneliness. Spending lonely times give you the golden opportunity to reflect one's life.

Anyway,

I spent the whole of this afternoon, gracing my teacher's wedding ceremony. SWEETNESS!

NO! I am not RED! I didn't pinch any of the cooked lobsters, which are on the reception tables.

2005-11-25T23:18:00.000+08:00

Once again...

I got "visually" terrorized in Bedok Swimming Complex open concept toilet. For two consecutive days, I felt the eminent presence of sheepish pairs of eyes loitering in the open concept toilet. But, today was the worst of all.

The persona got really embarrassed and totally uncomfortable with the awkward atmosphere (in the toilet), that he has hasten his washing up to an amazing time record of 6.3289 minutes. I couldn't believe it myself. Usually, I would take my own sweet time, enjoying every single minute with the chilly controll-able sprayhead.

Today's toilet scene was the worst among all. There was this guy (doesn't seems local to me.. perhaps Philippino), sat down, took out his camera phone and have it angle towards my direction. HELL! I felt like some kinda cheap pornstar. DAMN! And he was doing it (holding his camera phone) in the middle of the toilet. GOSH! It makes me wonder, whether he was snapping the bathing scene. Or perhaps, he was VIDEO-RECORDING THE ENTIRE BATH SCENE! DAMN 2x!

Well, here is more of today's escapade...

The feeling of being sandwiched by 2 hunks, both on the left and right was equally awkward too. Of all the other empty shower heads, seriously, I don't see a need for them to shower both either on my left or right sides.

Now, tell me if I have a voluptuous figure to go ga-ga with.

DEFINITELY NO RIGHT!?!?

2005-11-24T16:01:00.000+08:00

And yes, the examinations are officially OVER.

BUT, the persona is facing an aftermath effect of the post-examination.

You wouldn't believe it.

The persona is experiencing multiple pimple outbreak on his fugly face. DAMN! It is so terribly ugly, in which I forced my mum to agree with me.

While everyone is enjoying themselves, shopping every part of Singapore and partying their life to the fullest. The persona is gonna stay home, drink plentiful water, take lotsa rest to have these outbreak cured!

Life is gonna be miserable for me.

If my outbreak fails to recover or heal by Saturday morning, I am gonna stay home and not attending my teacher's wedding.

YES! I am a V-A-I-N-POT...

2005-11-23T00:18:00.000+08:00

"A mad man would not know whether if he is mad or insane."

If you believe that the hidden powers of supernatural and demonic forces are real and existing in our realm. I guess the movie, "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" would be the key to answer your belief and curiousity.

This movie stretches and further our understanding towards the study of religion and the morality, in which the science has come to claim.

3 things in which I have learnt from this movie:
1. The number 6 was the reference number to indicate the power of 6 demons, who formed the demonic legion.
2. 3.00am was said to be the right time whereby, the dark powers have its greatest presence. It is the opposite time of 3.00pm; the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
3. Evil is lurking at every corner of our civilisation's crevices. We are no longer safe in our domestic space.

The battle between Science and Religion (Faith). How intriguing can it get.

For me, I have neither believe the existence of supernatural powers nor demonic forces. The persona believes that the matters around us are govern by science and logic. But, who are we to define the credibility of our science and logic?

Well, the movie, "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" and my exposure to Gothic Tradition as part of my compulsory study for Literature, have answered this pressing question of mine.

We (human beings) chose to throw the elements of Gothic out of the window. It is considered neither rational, practical or constructive in line of building our glorious civilisation.

The GOTHIC signifies a writing of excess. It appears in the awful obscurity that haunted the early centuries rationality and morality. It shadows the despairing ecstasies of Romantic idealism and individualism and the uncanny dualities of the Victorian realism and decadence. Over the years, the concept of GOTHIC has evolved. The loss of human identity and the alienation of self from both itself and the social bearings in which a sense of reality is secured are presented in the threatening shapes of increasingly dehumanised environments, machine doubles and violent, psychotic fragmentation.

If you have watched the movie, you would have now understood that the idea of possession is more than just a mere explanation of psychological disorder of Epilepsy or Schizophrenia (split personality).

Just like many other gothic elements, in which we chose to discard them out from our very window. Subsequently, we are inviting them back without our acknowledgement. Unknowingly, the fear lives in our heart and subjugate our rationality.

When you visit Singapore's famous Red House (in Pasir Ris) or the Old Changi Hospital (Changi Road), do you feel this sense of fear, horror or terror engulfing in your very frail heart?
When you witness the Chinese Hungry Ghost Festival Medium rituals, do the rituals send shudders down your chilly spine?
And, when you are sleeping alone or getting lost in a dark forest, and letting your thoughts wonder. Do you feel this sense of isolation and vulnerability of being haunted?

The understanding of sub-conscienceness is absolutely bizzare and profound. Try explaining, on why would you be getting nightmare occasionally or perhaps a sudden 'electrifying jolt' from your body, while you're asleep. Perhaps Mophesus is playing a fool in everyone's dream. The power to rule and lord over our dream's contents.

Have we made the decision to run away (escape) from such an irrational concept and thus living a world, that is govern by princely law? A law that spares not room for compassion and possibilities.

An escapist... perhaps?

2005-11-18T23:58:00.000+08:00

What will be... Will be!" (That's really deep.. hmm)

ALRIGHTY!

I am left with ONE MORE paper... LISTEN UP! ONE MORE PAPER TO GO!

The persona has self-declared an official holiday starting from Friday night all the way till Wednesday morning. Wednesday's afternoon will be the start of Literature Paper 4 (The Gothic Tradition) mugging period. Will be sitting for a Thursday morning Paper... zZz.. Hope not to get any tummyache on that very day.

Still, the persona is feeling fuzzy over his A Level Examination.

Whatever the case is, he has put in 101% of his accumulated effort for this examination. No doubts about it!

While the persona was playing his sax-ophone, Younger Brother Esm called upon him for a quick snap. And these are the pictures:

I know it looks "ku-ku". SHEESH!
If can you ta-han further...

I know my bedsheets look kinky... Don't ask me why I had bedsheets like these. Try asking my mum...

Gonna watch Harry Potter on Saturday. NO! Don't tell me anything about Harry Potter. Be it the movie plot or the characters. I know it is over-rated, blablabla... Still, I wanna watch it especially for its movie effects and technicalities. Gonna catch it with no expectations. I understand sequel movies are never nice. It somehow kill or destroy the original plot.

Let's take a peep at this' week and next's week schedule...

Saturday: Specially reserved this day for VIP.

Sunday: Meeting up Weixin in the afternoon to get her digital camera.

Next Monday: Need to head back to secondary school and settle for a once-and-for-all trashing-out session with the Camp Chiefs and Secretaries.

Next Tusday: Need to head back to secondary school (AGAIN) for a camp meeting with the teachers, organising committees and facilitators (FAs)

Next Wednesday: Intensive Mugging Session for Literature Paper 4

Next Thursday: Sit for Literature Paper 4. And after the paper, I am gonna "hoo-ray" loudly outside the hall! Hopefully, the afternoon would be bright and sunny weather. Gotta head down the pool for a good swim. Need to make my way down to Orchard Road to get my deemed 'appopriate' attire for Ms Lee (Geography Teacher) wedding.

Next Friday: Head down the pool once more. (Crossing my fingers and hoping my weather predictions WILL come true)

Next Saturday: Morning - RC Tuition Meeting. Afternoon - Ms Lee's Wedding.

Next Sunday: RC Tution Registration duty... ARGH!

What a pack schedule!

Darn-a-neh-tion! (okay.. I'm acting retard here!)

2005-11-17T23:20:00.000+08:00

I am getting ALL TOO EXCITED!

Of course, NOT with the examiantions. Economics Paper 1 (MCQs) and Paper 2 (DRQ and Case Study) are like so-damn-tough. In addition, I have also made an overall conclusion that my Geography Papers will not be fantastically graded. My enthusiasm and zeal in sitting for the remaining Literature Papers (4 and 8), are withering away each and every second. It is simply the tiredness, that is getting over me. Absolutely damn-tired of writing essays after essays.

Doing a degree with Singapore's Sports Academy - "Bachelor in Applied Social Science (Sport and Performance Specialisation)" might be my ultimate choice.

Oh well, that really depends on my results and sheer luck for this year's A Level.

But, what really excites me is my sudden inspiration in chereographing the Instructors' Performance for Dunman's Secondary 1 Orientation Camp 2006 Orientation Night. And yes, my alma mater (Dunman) has engaged me to be the Camp Advisor for this year's organising committee. Working alongside with other camp advisors include Weixin, Mavis and Raj.

Oh well... I got my sudden outburst of inspirations during my bathtime. Letting lukewarm water 'carassing' your naked body is really therapeutic! Usually, I got my wilful and absurd ideas during showering time. How Amazing! Finally, now I know where and when I could reach out for any sensible inspirations and ideas.

Coincidentally, the persona met Mavis at our Alma Mater, for our respective departmental meetings. Well, we had Gelare at the later part of afternoon. Both of us were really hungry.

Sadly, I only had a petty sum of 5 bucks in my wallet. Therefore, we shared together Gelare's ever-famous waffle ice-cream. YUMMYLICIOUS!

If the above picture doesn't show our immense expression of insatiable lust for Gelare's Waffle Ice-cream... How about this?

Uh huh... Multiple Orgasms..
TOTALLY IRRESITABLE! Love Gelare... Eat Gelare...

Alright... Whether you are totally conviced or not, I am not gonna mull about it. Will be meeting up with Mavis to chereograph (together) Safari Duo's - Played-A-Live percussion piece for 2006 Sec 1 Orientation Camp Orientation Night. It WILL definitely be an eye-catching performance to witness light-sticks waltzing and dancing in tune with the percussions' smashing rhythms and kick-ass tempo.

Thanks for tuning in!

2005-11-14T12:21:00.000+08:00

I am feeling utterly upset over today's Literature Paper.

I knew I wouldn't be doing well.

All my essays are like CRAP! REALLY CRAP! Seriously, the Cambridge markers would simply crush all of my written scripts, and have it landed in their burning hearth. Adding on their warmth, at the expense of my crappy 3 hour essays.

The whole world seems to crash upon me. A crashing defeat from no-man's land.

Shakespeare turned his disgust on me. Wycherely connected me with Sparkish (the 'loser' guy in the play). George Eliot felt that my fate should be worser than Dunstan's "stepped forward to darkness (death)." Even demi-Atlas turned his back against me, and decides to hold onto somebody's else universe.

I have failed to write like a Literature student.

2005-11-11T18:35:00.000+08:00

Finally, Mathematics and General Paper are over.

Mathematics Paper 2 (Statistics) was horrible. Literally, blood puking. Generally, I am pretty weak with Statistics and therefore my mathematics grade has never been impressive. The persona is hoping that his Pure Mathematics could save him... Desperately needing it!

Will miracles happen?

Enough said...

General Paper 1 was kinda "UN-do-able". I spent 2 minutes scanning through all the questions, hoping to gather my inspirations and sensible thoughts to zoom it down. But, none of the questions seem do-able. Frantically, re-scan all the questions once more before finding familiarity with one question. And, that is the Essay Question on, The Arts.

Qns 4: Do the arts, such as music and literature, really play a significant role in Singaporean Society?

Oh well, it was sheer luck, that I did a close analysis and follow-up with the local arts scene, for last year's Project Work. Heh! Well, I am expecting myself to score (perhaps slightly) better for this particular essay.

Spent 5-8 minutes doing 4 pages of the essay outline. Remembered what Matthew has taught me the night before the examination... (1) Definition of Terms, (2) Thesis Statement and (3) Essay Map. Well, it helped my essay introduction and essay organisation. Thanks MAN!

General Paper 2 was kinda bizarre. I mean... REALLY BIZARRE! The persona was kinda shocked to see only ONE comprehension passage, while all of us are trained in doing 2 comparitive passages. I almost wanted to raise my hand up, to make queries pertaining to the missing inserts (Passage B). Nah... I didn't embarrasssed myself in the hall.

Paper 2 was do-able and the vocabulary section was definitely a bonus! A big fat BONUS! Summary was demanding. It took me quite a while to understand what the summary question wants, before "jumping" into the passage and sieving out for salient points.

Was really surprised to realise that I am left with 30 minutes, completing Application Question. Indeed, I spent the time wisely, organising the points, making sure that the points are answering the question and et cetera. Used up both pages of the booklet and tried calling for more paper... Since, I am sitting at the second row of the column, it was kinda embarrassing to see me calling for the invilgilator, in getting a hole puncher and string to tie my AQs foolscape paper together with the booklet, and tying the scripts together frantically.

Yes, I am so KAN CHIONG CAN... Because it was so PAISEH for letting the teacher to wait by the side of my desk, while my friends are sitting impatiently, waiting for their booklet to be collected and made a quick mad rush to the loo.

Instead of bitching and whinning the quality of this year's General Paper,
The persona and his friends made a catty argument, attempting to convince one another on the following physical landform (which came out for this year's Physical Geography Data-response question).

The battle between Braided Stream and Meander...

And of course, this picture clearly shows a braided stream.

How could it be a meander, when the picture tells so little on stream's sinuousity. The sides of the stream is relatively steep in gradient, and hence giving rise to the collection of sediments along the stream wetted perimeter. The lush vegetation and accumulation of sediments, which formed the sandbars in the stream, shows the stream to be braided. The anabranch feature of the stream reinforce the braided stream stand.

2005-11-09T23:19:00.000+08:00

Geography Paper 1 (Physical) was grossly disgusting.

The persona is having this strong feeling, that his 'A' for Geography will "poof" in no time...

Decided to "bang" (note: concentrate) on Climatology and Hydrology for my Core Essay. Instead, the persona did an essay on Rocks and Landforms.

Exam IRONY... Sigh!

I don't remember seeing Pressure Release (Dilation) and Growth of Salt Crystals (Crystalisation) in the A Level Geography Syllabus. Ideally, all these weathering processes are tested in the O Level Geography Syllabus. Why are they tested at the advance level? Hmmm... Guess as much, Cambridge might be running out of questions.

I wonder...

Thank god, Slopes and Mass Movements didn't came out for any single questions!

Amazingly, Mathematics Paper 1 was manageable. Questions got kinda challenging towards the end.

I am having this bad feeling that tomorrow's Mathematics Paper 2 (Statistics) will undoubtly be tougher as compared to Paper 1.

I KNEW IT! Camobridge wouldn't let us off that easily.

And yes, I am feeling SCREWED!

2005-11-07T11:20:00.000+08:00

The persona felt kinda guilty for not putting in enough effort in his A Level Examination preparation. With his well wishes and blessings from his friends, he felt that it is his responsiblity to do well for the upcoming examination. He can't afford to disappoint his friends, his family and himself once more.

And yes, he will be having his first paper on Tuesday. He is praying hard that history would not repeat itself again, whereby the persona might be taking a quick snooze while doing his Math Paper. (It is an AFTERNOON PAPER.. What do you expect?) Seriously, it has happen during one of his afternoon Literature Paper. He was (trying his best) reading the poems and attempting to make sense out of it. But, because the poem was kinda boring and profound in certain way, hence requires tons of close reading. He got really impatient and bored and thus (subconsciously) allowing his head to hit right smack (with a sudden loud 'TAP') on his examination table. Clearly, it was an embarrassing scene. I got a blue-black bum after that. That was grossly ugly plus unglam!

I know.. Laugh it all out you want. I had my fair share of being a laughing stock back then.

Now, Paris is having riots on the streets. DARN! I hope dad wouldn't make hasty decisions over our holiday plans. Seriously, I really do wanna hop by the famously acclaimed City of Lights, and admiring every single eye-catching panorama of Paris. Of all time, why would the 2 Paris teenagers attempted to get away from the Police, climbed the electric fences and got themselves charred. And hence, got the whole nation of teenagers to perform riots against the police, and wallowing sympathy for them. Hmmm...

Praying hard by crossing all my fingers and toes.

How nice would it be to have a friend, composing a poem especially for you? And it did, for my case...

To my one and only C. Sow in Melbourne... Thank you for this "by the odin's beard" (insider joke) written poem. Despite the fact, that you got tricked to click on the '?' icon on my friendster profile. Still, you managed to dig out some inspirations and getting your poetic-self moving.

The Smile (=
- by C. Sow

A smile as cheerful as spring's day
Apollo's ascent can scare compete.
That radiant expression; that uplifting ray.
Your smile makes one's day complete.
Bringing zest and good cheer to all who see
Blessed are those smiled upon by thee.

Broader the smile, deeper the mirth
Encased within that pulsing bosom
Of he, whos smile is heaven on earth.
Like that of a flower's endearing blossom.
Feel the enthusiasm of life replete
Your smile like solid ground beneath our feet.

Your smile, like a bountiful God's boon,
Making those touched, joyously swoon.

P.S: I want the whole collection of D.C Marvel Comics "Lucifer" (Really sounds impossible though).

2005-11-05T11:37:00.000+08:00

And so, it is confirmed that the persona will be heading down to Switzerland and Paris from 5 December 2005 - 18 December 2005.

Darn! I hate freaking cold places, and especially so during Winter Season.

Why can't Mum and Dad pick an exotic place for our holiday?

I wonder...

2005-11-04T10:48:00.000+08:00

"If pressures and problems are there to make us stronger..."

And yes, I am feeling the much-needed pressure at this very moment.

It's less than 4 days to my first paper. And seriously speaking, I am feeling kinda inadequate. The lack of confidence and mental-will to do well, seems to seep off at a gradual velocity.

No matter how much knowledge and practices I've done, STILL... the inadequecy sets in.

And so, it will be another 3 more torturing weeks. The excess paranoid behaviour and uncalled self-initiated pressures are working really well to disintegrate me physically and psychologically.

The persona is aware of the temptations around him. He is also aware of the upcoming programs (camp advisings, tennis programs, weddings to attend to, meeting great people and et cetera) are there to keep him moving and motivated.

Just like the mule and the carrot analogy, the mule will always keeps itself on the move, as long as it sees the carrot. The carrot serves as a motivation. And me, like the mule heading on to and keeps moving on till I've reached my destination. The transported goods weighing down on the mule represents my earthly burdens and problems.

Still, the persona is waiting for the special one to share and unloading his pressing burdens.

2005-11-02T14:41:00.000+08:00

-- A 'Botoxify Smile --

Okay... So, now the persona has 3 friends (Mavis, Ben and Charles) commenting that, he has a botox-injected smile.

My smile makes my cheeks looks puffy, rubbery, 'botoxified' and 'pinchable'.
Simply said, the smile makes the entire face looks kinda awkward. Seriously, I have no idea.

Now now... who can ever help me to justify the above-mentioned statement?

2005-11-01T15:00:00.000+08:00

"What's like to witness two able-bodied felines having sexual intercourse.. hmmm..."

Made a trip down (via MRT) to Chinatown to meet my primary school buddies (Kheng Li, Angelia, Kai Siang, Jin Kun and Jianchong). The persona was kinda lost, which is largely due to the recent facelift of the new Chinatown scenes. Walked a big circle to arrive Lucky Chinatown. I didn't grab hold of the chance to sing more than 5 songs, because I know nuts about chinese songs. It's kinda pathetic on my part. Hence, I spent the youthful night slurping soft drinks and munching peanuts like a seal.

I guess I have made the special effort to relieve my buddies, the agony of listening to the persona's singing. I can't sing (FYI). My JC classmates can vouch for me on that particular statement.

It's kinda weird to receive stares from people, as I was figuring my way out in getting to Lucky Chinatown.

Enough said.

After 'ktv-ing', we made our way down to East Coast Park for an early morning stroll. Things got pretty exciting and saucy when we noticed two cats having their sexual intercourse, along the footpath. Not like human beings, they don't feel shy or the need to be discreet. If my assumption is right, the cats needed the light (from the footpath lamp posts) to get themselves into steamy actions and positions.

I've always thought that animals only have 1 kind of sex position. Hmmmm..

Naughty me... I wanted to take pictures of them in the midst of their action. But, my presence was kinda obvious and therefore interrupted their activity. I had to pose like the coconut tree to take a picture of them... but of course, to no avail.

So sorry folks... NO PHOTOS to get things all spiced up for today's entry.

Got home real 'early' before heading down to my tutor's place for class.

I really do hate the 'lack of sleep' kinda feeling. In the morning, it makes me really grouchy and is so not Melvin!

2005-10-31T18:44:00.000+08:00

Okay...

At this moment, the persona is feeling kinda guilty.

Firstly, he has wolfed down 2 burgers blindly for 3 consecutive days. And yes, after much input of calories and proteins into his body for couple of days. His waist size has increased by 2 inches, from 28 to 30 inch. His weight has also increased by 5.5 kilograms over 1 year, from 52.5 to 58 kg.

It seems that his 'bulking up' program has been all too successful, despite him combating with his high metabolism rate problem. Though the "project" may seems costly and financially draining, the persona sees himself not only gaining in mass but also tonning up lean muscles around his body. (Oh well, it better be... the exertion of muscles and strengths in the gym should be well-paid for!)

Chucky muscles and body mass is a 'No No' policy.

For that, he is semi-satisfied with the result. Because, his ideal weight is gonna be 63 kg, with the inch size of 32.

Every now and then, he makes the extra effort to purchase chocolate milk, just for his Banana Cream protein shake. Plain Banana Cream protein shake seriously tastes horrible. And stupidly, he purchased the big tub of Banana Cream without having the first-hand taste of it.

Recently, intensive sports have been part of his lifestyle as well. And thus, defining the physical and mental conditions of his body. Be it the stamina, speed or even the endurance.

A primary school sprinter back then has now seem to lose touch with his speed and stamina. Though his latest NAPFA shuttle run has successfully warrant him 5 points, 9.2 sec. Hopefully, he is still able to challenge or achieve a better timing, even when he enters National Service.

Eat well and train well folks!

2005-10-29T19:22:00.000+08:00

Received a scanned photo from my secondary school classmate. (Thanks DORA!) We were discussing via MSN, on how we have actually changed from then and now. Seeing how we actually evolved (from a caterpillar to a butterfly) drastically, in terms of physical appearances and our childishness behaviours.

I really do miss the 'goody-o-days.'

The 'goody-o-days' of not worrying for any major examinations... not fretting how 'glam' we gonna look... not bothering with social responsibilities. The simple innocence, in which we portrayed are so true, simple and yet real.

Looking back then, really brings back wonderful memories.

I still do remember vividly how we actually copied Chinese Spellings in class, cheated our weekly vocabulary test, mixing and matching acids and alkalines in the science laboratories, playing the bunsen burner lighter like a paintball gun, giving hand signals of various subjects MCQs in examinations and et cetera. Through such childish and ridiculous activities, the bond among the class flourish. Back then, school is simply a wonderful place to be in.

(1998 Class Photo. Spot Melvin! Continue reading to check if you're right!)

I still remember clearly how I actually 'swindle' my classmates' trust. HA! If I was to share this piece of information with you guys, I betcha with a thousand bucks that you would literally roll on the floor and laughing out loud.

Oh well, this was what I did. I made an effort to "bluff" my classmates, saying that SOME of the local artistes are living near my estate. And hence, I am able to get their autographs for them. But of course, without any price to pay. (I was plain bored and cheeky back then) I got them the autographs (I signed it myself) and I lied through my 'whitey' teeth, without showing any sense of remorse.

And of course, they buy my story. What else do you expect man!?

Kneel before the master of all lies and blasphemies!

Ha! Till date, some of them are still buying and trusting my evil ideas.

Back then in secondary 1, I was really crazy (literally mad about it) with MAGIC - The Gathering. I spent my entire savings and fortunes, buying packets of cards, hoping and praying to obtain "Black Lotus". It is a rare card... that is able to fetch me great deal of money and garnering great amount of respect and envy. Forming decks and trading of cards seems to be a daily routine for me. If memory does not fails me, I remembered forming the Elves, Goblin, Dragon, Knights and Sliver Decks.

Currently, I have given up playing MAGIC cards and now a lazy part-time card collector of certain kinds.

(A second clue to make a clever guess of identifying Melvin!)

Combing of center-parting hairstyle WAS a trend back then. Of course, I followed the trend blindly. No matter how I look like, as long as I am keeping myself within the trend circle, I am quite contended with what I am then.

Stop SMIRKING! I know it is childish!

And of course, along the goody-o-years in secondary school, we have learnt the most importance lessons of all. That's the importance of personal grooming.

With the basic idea and a common connotation for being vainpots, all of us have tried ways and means to make ourselves look good. Some have actually went for enhanced slimming programs, taking great pains to look out for the suitable outfit in Orchard, spending the remains of the daily allowances on skincare products and some other ideas, which a typical teenager might have thought and acted on it.

The issues on looks and image are subjective. There can be no one (in this world), who shares a similar sentiment of yours as compared to the others.

Ideally, my friends, classmates and the teachers have said that I have changed for the better.

"More confident and mature-looking" - SURE! YEAH RIGHT!

Well... Certainly hope so, though I am having qualms about how the way I look and appealing to the masses.

And now, here's the answer...

Inevitably, the metamorphosis of looks have change. Like all others, I have changed. Hopefully, for the better.

No matter how one's looks will change. The heart of a 20 year old Melvin, will never change.

He will always reside and living in the hearth of young hearts of all 8 year old kiddos.

2005-10-27T10:50:00.000+08:00

And so, it has been 3 stolid years... Before my secondary school classmates decided to organise a BBQ cum Gathering at Pasir Ris Park.

Seriously speaking, I did not really have much zeal socialising with my classmates or the friends of the same level but of the different class.

Lives change... and so do our committments. To an extend, I am not able to clinque well with the people from the other class, as compared to the guys from my class. Of course, the persona do have a handful of good friends in his class. And, he is absolutely contented with the handful lot of them.

There I am... In solitude, waltzing my way towards the breakwater (in darkness) and sitting down on the cold hard boulder, gazing the shimmering night sky of the East. I felt the company of the glittering stars were suffice. But, it was never meant to be.

Still... I am in Solitude.

But then, as a student councillor, who spends his entire secondary school life serving the school. I spent most of my time with the councillors rather with my classmates.

And yes, we settled the school's administrative matters and largely on the discipline fields. Everyday is a new learning experience for me. Forging geninue friendship in the Students' Council is never easy. With all the politics circulating among us, and the series of backstabbing incidents. It really does deters me into finding real friends in the Students' Council. Soon, I began to lose my geninue santity of life. To play the nasty political game, I have learnt to fend for myself with much ignorance. Yet, knowing the happenings and thus feigning ignorance indeed sounds blasphemous. Masking and cloaking seems to be the crucially-needed skills to get my way around the Students' Council.

Nevertheless, despite the bleak attributes of the Students' Council. I've managed to forge REAL, GENINUE friendship among my fellow peers. We went through the shitty thick and thin together, planning school camps, events, workshops and projects. We had our fair shares of worries, woes and mashy-mellows. SHE is my pillar of strength. And, HE is my pillar for courage. The three of us battling all odds and survive through the first 4 years in the Students' Council.

Alrighty... SHE (Clara) is currently outstation in Australia, studying. While, HE (Seng) is in Singapore, training to be the next Police Inspector for the Police Academy.

It's great to hear that both of them are doing equally well. SERIOUSLY! As for me, I am still stuck, wallowing pitifully for examinations.

2005-10-24T21:39:00.001+08:00

Made a trip down to CMPB to settle some admininstrative business. Oh boy, I really do hate the journey. The whole procedure and journey robs my whole morning. Whatsmore, CMPB is so inaccessible. Wasted my energy and time to walk from the nearest bus interchange to the twin towers itself.

Enough said.

FYI: That's not the climax of today's event.

Oh well... the following events are not really bizarre though.

Had my usual weekly swim in Bedok Swimming Complex. I am exceptionally pleased with today's weather. Though, it is kinda cloudy. Despite the monsoon season, it is hard to actually experienced such a nice weather at this point of year.

Nothing particular at this part of the story. As usual, I did my normal circuit trainings. Pool Sit-up, swim and doing it all over again.

I made my way into the toilet. As you know, Bedok Swimming Complex is one of the few Singapore's pool having the open-concept toilet. Uh huh... The guys bare it all. No qualms about it. And yes, I was showering. Shampooing and soaping myself till the point, that I felt being watched. There was this gym-fit bod middle-age guy, wearing his low-cut trunk, sitting at the corner of the toilet, LOOKING AT ME!

^$@&~!@*

Yes. He has been eye-ing at me, ever since I entered into the toilet. His presence locks closely at the edge of my retina. Of course, I felt so paiseh (read: embarrassed). Can't even showered myself properly. I got real nervous when he actually took his barang barang (read: belongings) and shifted himself next to me.

^&$#@*&~ (x2)

Never mind. This time round, I got really excited (supposedly read as: extremely nervous). Dry myself with a towel, at the other angle. (Why would I want to let him see what I got... Anyway, it has grown in size!) SO PAISEH CAN!~ That's not all... He made himself comfortable by shifting himself to other corner of the toilet to satisfy his viewing pleasure.

What is this man... I felt like a penniless pornstar. Sheesh!~

Hell break loose. Voices running in my mind, repeatedly reminding myself not to send out the wrong signal to him. I tried to keep minimal eye contact with him. Quickly, I applied my After-Sun lotion, put on my clothing and made a quick haste outta toilet.

Oh Gawd! That is not the first time. In fact, it is the __x___ (counting my fingers and toes and pressing the calculator) times. HA!

(Let x be the number of times, the persona being watched.)

Made my way down to the neighbourhood to grab some packed-lunch. Auntie asked me a weird question, which I've failed to answer. In Mandarin, she queried, "Why are your legs darker (tanner) as compared to your face?"

^$%#!$@ *^~~ (x3)

WHAT! Is she trying to make a direction implication that I don't have an even tan. Okay... Now, that seriously explains the reason why the guy, whom I've mentioned earlier on, was noticing me all the way from head to toe.

Or.. Perhaps not...

Hmmm...

I got real confused and sad about the comment she made. I tried to reassure myself by explaining the chemistry and biology of the face, "It will take some time for my face to change its desired tone."

Even the pigeons agreed to what the auntie has said...

They chose to look elsewhere and not me...

Sally, the void-deck bummer, also do agree and adopted the pigeons' thinking...

It chose to look elsewhere and not me...

2005-10-22T10:17:00.000+08:00

Oh boy... I woke up from a nightmare, trembling and shaking in fear. I dreamt of getting lost in JURONG on an unknown dead night! Not those Jurong Interchanges, but the ulu ulu (read: secluded) parts of Jurong. Really have no idea why and how did I land up myself in the remote parts of Jurong.

I was running desperately looking for Bus 21. This time round, I can't even explain for myself why I insisted in taking Bus 21. (Perhaps, it is one of the only direct bus getting back home in Bedok) The persona was really frighten. Running and turning my head round and round to keep a lookout for possible dangers. Yes, the cold wind sends their shivers through my weak bones. I felt IT's presence. Something supernatural... something cannot be explained with science or logic. I tried running as fast as I could, hoping to get out from the unexplained dimension. My efforts were futile.

Suddenly, as I continued running, the sight of a diplilated mansion turned virtually clear. Seriously... I had a bad feeling of it. The diplilated mansion can be clearly described or associated with the Old Changi Hospital facade. The whole world turns warped and diabolical.

(To be continued...)The persona needs to recollect the 2nd part of his nightmare. It may read fictitious but the nightmare is dreamt about incredibly true. I feeling sick and mentally drained after the nightmare. Gonna puke any moment...

Try listening to After the Storm by Craig Armstorm. This "darn" piece really accentuates the physical setting / landscape and atmosphere of my nightmare. YEWKS!

2005-10-20T12:10:00.000+08:00

If Singapore would ever be as liberal as Amsterdam to have escort services... I wonder what would our living environment turns out to be."

Watched Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo with Mavis (study kaki) at Tampines Mall GV. I would say the movie was kinda disappointing.

The director of this movie portrays Amsterdam in a bleak manner. Pimping and male-whoring seems to integrate excellently with the country's lifestyle. I got pretty upset, when the movie displays the various stereotypes of Asian men. And yes, in the movie, they regarded Asian men with bad looks, bad english, loser-attitude, easily being pushed around and miniature sized male's endowment (if you know what I mean).

I BEG TO DIFFER THIS COMMON STEREOTYPE!

The movie plot was kinda cliche (Somehow, this movie ideally reminds me of "The movie: Johnny English", when the main character, played by Rowan Atkinson, saves the English Royal Empire accidentally and unknowingly). Uh huh... Typical heroes saving the world storyline. Well, this time round is Deuce Bigalow himself, an accidental intelligent disguised male gigolo, saving the world nation's community of Male Gigoloes. The ending of the movie was also kinda predictable.

Didn't really enjoyed myself though.

However, ...

For the fact that after watching this movie, I could somehow comprehend better with one of my Literature Paper 1 Text, "The Country Wife" by William Wycherley. Frivilous activities (of both man and woman) and careless handling of the characters' civility, which leads to the undermining of societal's status quo.

Harry Potter (Sequel 4) - The Goblet of Fire will be coming out in Singapore on 17 November 2005. ARGH! That's happening in the midst of my major examinations. SHUCKS! With the movie temptations and intensive advertising gimmicks featuring Harry Potter: The Movie, how am I able to fully concentrate and fairing well for my exams.

ARGH! "Darn-da-anation"

Da Vinci Code (written by Dan Brown), the movie is coming to theatres in America's Summer 2006. Ideally, it should be coming to our town before June-July 2006.

Here is the movie synopsis to keep your anticipation weaving.

SYNOPSIS
"Ron Howard and Akiva Goldsman, the Oscar-winning director and write of A Beautiful Mind, reunite to bring Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code, one of the most popular and controversial novels of our time, to the big screen with a cast headed by two-time Academy Award-winner Tom Hanks, Audrey Tautou, Jean Reno, Sir Ian McKellen and Alfred Molina.

Produced by Oscar-winner Brian Grazer and John Calley, The Dan Vinci Code begins with a spectacular murder in the Louvre Museum. All clues point to a covert religious organisation that will stop at nothing to protect a secret that threatens to overturn 2,000 years of accepted dogma."

So... Who wanna watch this movie with me?
*desperately flipping my planner friends list and concurrently scrolling down my handphone call list

2005-10-19T10:19:00.000+08:00

(A backdated Post - Tuesday 18 October 2005)

Just a gentle reminder...

The pictures you are about to see (or if you even bothered to view it) show, what boredom can actually do or affect the human race.

Yes... Typical Human's narcissist or self-absorbed characteristics.

As there is a famous saying, "A picture tells a thousand words". Therefore, I will let the pictures do the talking then. If you have any queries, ask the pictures instead.

Had consultation sessions with my tutors all the way till 11am. Met up with Mavis (my study kaki) for a swimming session. As usual, I am late. Nothing surprising or new about it.

Don't be mistaken, the girl in the picture is ONLY my study kaki. Stop having any wild thoughts or making downright claims that she is my girlfriend.

DEFINITELY NOT the case! And, WILL NEVER BE the case... Heh! Please don't warrant me the opportunity to fall off from my chairs.

OUCHEE!

Ookay.. I look totally unglam, uncool and ugly (The Triple Us). Grrrrrr..

And so, the weather god cheated ALL of our feelings. Well, not only us got really affected by it. There are some other cute-looking hunks and pretty ladies, preparing to tan, got really pissed with the unpredictable weather. As, I was about to complete my laps and crawling towards my deck. I noticed clusters of unwelcoming clouds 'marching up' and seeking dominance on the vulnerable sky.

We got real upset. And yes, we sulked and pouted. (I know... my pouting skills are aren't any better!) "Why is the weather man being nasty to us?" We braved through the strong yelling winds and the ever-splattering downpour, and finally arrived Temasek Polytechnic. Studied the entire afternoon outside TP library before another round of downpour arrives. Like any refugees, we are forced to make our way down to TP's School of Business. Found a conducive spot and continued working on my half-done essays. Soon, Mavis got real bored and coming to a conflict with her red nose. She tries to keep herself entertained by playing around and getting fascinated with each and every TP's vending machine.

And there it is... our last shot of the day. I love the TP environment. The tranquility and frequent sights of gorgeous looking people roaming around the TP ground.

Enough said.

Today (Wednesday), I am going down to TP again. Woohoo!

2005-10-16T13:46:00.000+08:00

I wonder... What have caused Mother Nature to be fuming mad. Or, what have caused our demi-god, Atlas' carelessness in maintaining Earth's physical stability and nature's equilibrium. The recent tectonically incidents of Natural disasters, such as Hurricane Katrina, Rita, Massive earthquakes and aftermath quakes, striking hard at the South Asia region, and also the recent Ritcher Scale of 6.6 tectonic activity in Taiwan, have raised certain environmental issues.

Enough said... The world is in total chaos. The battle between Mother Nature and Man, and also the tug-a-war struggles between the human race and his spiritual beliefs have come to an ugly end.

What's happening to man nowadays?

Anyway...

And so... I had another night out with my primary school classmates, supper-ing at Fengshan 85 Market. I am totally exhausted for the entire day (Gym + Swimming = Fatigue) and yet my friends are 'dragging' (note: with the Angelia's threatening tone) me out for supper and touring around East Coast Carpark H for sexual hunts. No! Not having an orgy party or what in East Coast, but touring around the Carpark, checking out couples 'exploration' for one another in their chilly cars. Oh manz, they can really get cheeky at times. Imagining to that of the Titanic scene, when Jack and Ross are making it out in the Wagon, and the sudden appearace of Ross' hand on the foggy windowpane.

So kinky la!

Since I am clad in my singlet and shorts for supper, all of them were daring me to get down the car and knocked on the couple's car windows and asked, "Sorry to disturb. But, do you mind a threesome?"

RIDICULOUS KIDS!

Okay, they didn't dared me. I am just exaggerating over here!

Since yesterday, I can't help but feeling real somber for the fact that I will be entering into NS on the 7th of January, 2006. The early enlistment seems to rob away my much-needed freedom. The freedom to party around, to backpack with my cousins and friends to Australia / New Zealand, to bum around, to plan for 2006 tuition programs and to sign up new courses and sports to keep myself preoccupied.

And yes, the immediate 'royal' arrival of my enlistment letter is stifling my post-examination plans.

Here it goes.. The Graduation Ceremony shots.
(Please respect the persona and the people in the following photographs by NOT copying and pasting them into your computer. If you want it so badly, get it from me 'orthodox-ically'... I will have the photos digitally signed with my signature!)

1. The guy who calls me his Honeybun since Day 26 of school. Glumpx!

2. Lulu, Myself and Yang

3. The Graduating Class of 04A03

4. Our prideful GP PEST MISTRESS.. (Can't believe it! She calls all of us her PEST!)

5. Now you don't see it...

6. And now, you DO!

7. "Feets around the knights' table.. RE-UNITE!"

8. And another... "I wanna squeeze in my head" picture. (Stop looking into my nostrils!)

9. The valuable 4 'princes' of the class. Myself, Kenneth, Yang and Zai. (I am not joking! There are only 4 guys in my class)

10. An exclusive shot with our Geography tutor, Ms Lee.

11. Another exlusive shots with our Literature tutors, Ms Kon and Ms Khainu (Ladies in Black) and our class civics tutor, Mr Ong (aka Muscle Ong)

12. Looking up one last time and saying our goodbye...

2005-10-15T03:16:00.000+08:00

Came back from my 'friday-ly' sumptuous supper and was real horrified to see MINDEF's letter lying on my study table.

Pray thee...

THE ENLISTMENT ACT, (CHAPTER 93)

ENLISTMENT NOTICE (FULL-TIME/OPERATIONALLY READY NATIONAL SERVICE)

You are hereby required under Section 10 of the Enlistment Act (Cap 93), to report for enlistment on 07 JAN 2006 (SAT) AT 11 : 30 AM to BASIC MILITARY TRAINING CENTRE SCHOOL 1 (BMTC SCH 1).

WHAT THE~
Why am I so lucky to strike the jackpot (PES A/B 1st batch entry to Tekong)?

I am totally not mentally prepared for this piece of news.

Will somebody... Bless my soul.

GOSH!

*Melvin is pulling out every single strand of his hair.. arhhh...

2005-10-14T00:55:00.000+08:00

"If I could have the intelligence or the knowledge to invent a pimple eraser..."

I am feeling utterly vex. Very vex. EXTREMELY VEX.

Reason being? There is a pimple growing at a prominent spot on my face. And, it surfaced out at the wrong point of the time. In another 10 hours time, I will be having my graduation ceremony. How am I going to face the world? How am I going to face my mum and dad? How am I going to face my friends? How am I going to face myself in the mirror?

And again, if it pops out at a sexy spot, I wouldn't be here grumbling. Insread, I would be crying for joy!

The harmless pimple is driving me mad.

Enough said.

The persona skipped school today. Decided to skip today's lessons for a good purpose. Arranged a study session with Mavis and Weixin in the RC. It was a productive session. With the remaining amount of self-discipline, I've managed to
complete three essays

AND...

random doodling on the whiteboard.

When we are about to leave for dinner, 'Drama-mama' Mavis decided to visit the toilet to pee. She couldn't find any toilet paper in the toilet. And of course, she called for help. The persona tries to be irritating. Therefore, he passed Mavis the RC Tuition name-cards and some Tuition application forms, to substitute for the missing roll of toilet paper. Poor Mavis, she has to continue shouting for toilet paper and maintaining her stable squatting position, while Weixin runs to the staff room to grab hold of any remaining toilet paper.

And here are the reasons, why Mavis decided to hold on her squatting motion, while waiting for the toilet paper.
1. She thinks that wiping her buttocks with tuition application forms will make her buttocks rougher; the physics behind friction.
2. The name cards are kinda small for her. She thinks she will dirty her hands. YUCKS
3. It's always better to wipe one's ass with papers that have more than 2 ply.
4. It's totally disguisting if she decides NOT to wipe her buttocks clean. There is no water point (in the cubicle) for her to wash her buttocks.
5. Wiping buttocks with RC tuition name-cards and application forms is "so-not-morally right".

Anyway...

We made our way down to Tampines Mall - Pasta Mania for dinner. Had a brisk dinner before heading straight back to RC and continue our intensive mugging session.

What a jaded life. Can't wait for 24 November 2005 to come.

('Can't-sit-still' Weixin, 'Wayang' Melvin and 'Drama-mama' Mavis)

2005-10-12T20:59:00.000+08:00

"The stain remains un-eraser-able. And, so is our friendship."

This poem is specially written for a special friend...

The Coffee Stain
by Melvin (=

Your smile,
Your classy stature,
Your cherished concerns for me,
Curves appreciably like the crescent of the coffee stain.

With half of the stain,
Symbolises my most trusted love and respect for you.
The lingering half of the tinge,
Shall stained with my awe esteem of you.

Lord created us,
And decreed the eternal halo between the two of us.
Pray thou, pray thee
For the joyous celebration of our astounding unision.

I yield for your presence day by day.
With much love and eagerness, come what may,
Gracing each day with hopeful pray,
Like the coffee stain; shalt our friendship stay.

The uncountable angles of the brunette arc,
Our uncountable experiences it shall mark.
Rejoicing our friendship with the common heart of an obdurate stain,
Coming forth for the quest in merging as one.

2005-10-11T20:47:00.000+08:00

Perhaps, Love has always been an intricate subject. Are we being understanding to see through its complexity?

(Disclaimer: Today's blog entry is solely on the persona's inspiration. It is not meant to be directed to anyone else)

A relationship should never be taken lightly. This is the basis and the minimum pre-requisite, that both parties should partake before getting into a relationship.

As what many of us said, "No one is right or wrong in a relationship." Perhaps, we should learn to accept the unprecedented fact with grace, when things have actually turned into a bitter end. I have learnt the harsh fact that being in a relationship, requires ample of responsibilities. I see the point, and have it made note to it. Such infusing thoughts, serves as a constant reminder in reminding us on the reasons, why we are together.

In the ultimate end, we grew to learn what we want eventually. And playing the role of a supportive love one, should accede and not hoarding or constantly being taunted by the cruel fact that, one has been ditch. Separation may serves as a good alternative for the couple to end off futurist disagreements and discontentments.

But, at times, we should learn to withdraw back (in a gracious manner), when we know things are not getting right. Our heart's change. Feelings for one another changed gradually and unexpectedly. It takes a long-term committment for both parties to stay binded for life. And, that imaginary binding tread is called Love.

Love is such a complicating issue. There are so many kinds of love. And each relationship, has a different story to tell. It is a shared story weaved between the couples.

As for me, I chose to take things easily and letting it go, if I see there is a need to. It is not a matter of childishness or a lip-serviced maturity. It is a perception of every individual. There is always a reason... or perhaps a resonating reason, in which only myself, is able to fully comprehend. Frankly speaking, I don't really see a point in holding on a relationship, when there is no future. Instead of rattling and clinging onto a withering relationship, why don't we make a point in seeing it grow in a different angle (note: separation).

There are some things in which I find it real hard to explain. The complexity of love and the depth of it is just so intricate. But, one thing for sure is I am fully aware with what I want and I make a special effort in taking a bigger leap across, to venture another realm of love.

You don't need words to express friendship. You don't need a relationship to be in love. Love is not transactionary and this theory applies to friendship as well. Instead, we should embrace people or even friends with our open arms. Why are we being choosy with the people we should or should not know? Nobody enjoys being branded or categorized into our pro-created categories for friends, ie "Good friends" or "The untouchables". You don't need to do something to recipriocate the value of friendship. Because, the value of friendship can never ever be measured with any monetary means.

Life is not just revolving around relationship. Have we failed to see the essential values of friends and their providences' presence. Much of our inner healing should be delicated to our physical space. Yes, ourselves. Our friends can help and aid us to a certain extent. The real challenge in life is about changing and coming out stronger by our own means. And that is the reason why God created us!

"Friends are friends forever, if the Lord's the Lord of them"

Without the end of one's relationship, one wouldn't have undermine and learn to take a greater leap into the society. As for me, I know my friends... my classmates... my newly-made friends.. my buddies will always be there for me. I knew they will. No qualms about them. And that is what I called a platonic relationship!

Sweet friends like these... are always hard to come by. Well, I have found you!

"And a friend will not say never'

cause the welcome will not end

Though it's hard to let you go

In the father's hands we know

That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends."

2005-10-08T23:08:00.000+08:00

I really do enjoy today's gym session.

With the company of Sam and Jia Le, our future weekly gym sessions are so not gonna be dreadfully boring. It is so important that we foster the invaluable trust among one another. And yes, we help each other in spotting weights and providing valuable advices.

Protein Shakes...
Postures...
Arms Distance...
and etc.

No doubt, their presences keep my motivation going. Now, I am so-looking forward to next week's gym session!
*crossing my fingers to hope that next week would not be as crowded as today's crowd

I learnt something new today. Jia Le advise us (the guys) who are bulking up, to consume less of soya products. I am so dead la. The minerals found in the soya products contradict with my ideal meal plans. I ADORE all kinds of soya products. I love them to the extent that I make a special effort to consume at least one of the products daily. Hmmm.... This explains why my bulking plan is not as significant as compared to Jia Le. Waha! Thankx for sharing this BIG secret man!

Headed down to Tampines Mall to source out for Weixin's digital camera. I guess she has in mind, of what are the models to keep a close lookout, during her next Sim Lim Square trip. I really do hope she gets the Olympus Model 5500, which has the function of 5x Digital Zoom. The price isn't as steep as the Lumix models. No doubt, Lumix models are expensive. But, the technology precession is evitable. Japanese assemblers are generally expensive (due to their accurate and precised workmanship) as compared to other Asian countries workers. Thus, it explains the exorbitant selling price of a Japanese-assembled cameras.

So sweet of them to accompany me around Tampines to hunt for a cobbler. Basicall, we toured around the interchange just to search for the ideal cobbler. Amazingly, when we are about to give up our search, the sight of the cobbler's shop peeks at the slightest corner of Weixin's iris. YEAH! She helps me to save my trip down to Bedok.

Phew!

2005-10-05T20:12:00.000+08:00

Why do we fear death when we know it is unavoidable?

'When I have fears that I may cease to be'

by John Keats (1795 - 1821)

When I have fears that I may cease to be

Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

Before high-piled books, in charact'ry,

Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;

When I behold, upon rhw night's starred face,

Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And think that I may never live to trace

Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

That I shall never look upon thee more,

Never have relish in the faery power

Of unreflecting love-then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

--- [ INTERMISSION ] ---

Death is inevitable.

Life and death is like a spinning wheel. An onwards, ongoing revelation of unpredictable happenings. We celebrate birth with joy. And yet, we weep sorrowfully for death. Similar to a water mill, the water wheel will continue to spin with the presence of water. The spinnning action will cease when there is no on-flowing of the water (the presence of drought); and that clearly resembles and reflects on the begins of our death.

The fear for death should be embraced with much sense of consolation. We should live everyday to the fullest and warmly usher the gift of our tomorrow, our future. Every day, the sight of dawn warms our heart and console us with the clear signifance of the golden words, "We have survive for another day".

Indeed, life is exceptionally short. With only 24 hours a day and 3600 seconds per hour, we have to learn (eventually) how to organise and maximise our limited time span. Have we even consider the time taken, to keep our heart and soul in absolute solitude?

And yes, death awaits us. It is lurking at every crevices of our lives. Whether you like it or not, a twisted plan of God wil land you up in the forth dimension; awaiting judgement. The balancing scales between charity and misdeed.

Embracing rationalism and applying such notion may seems to be a laborious task to some. Optimism shall be. Pessimism may be. Each of us are given the entity, the right to make such life choice. Being optimistic will get you far, but at the expense of your realism. Pessimism works the otherwise.

To all, the connotation for death is melancholic. It is a communal taboo to speak or discuss about death, even in the advanced millennium.

I tried to see death in a fantasy manner. The presence of angels descending from the heavenly dimension, and extending their petite-size arms to me, in hope to receive death in a glorious manner. I welcome their presence wholesomely.

A living life is precious. Doing or engaging in things, which we derived joy and pleasure, satisfy and balance out our emotional equation on the fear of death and happiness.

So... what are you waiting for?

2005-10-03T13:17:00.000+08:00

Uh huh.. I've made some changes here and there in this blog. If you are not blind, you would have noticed that there is an additional link (entitled: COMMENT) to every entry.

The freedom of speech.

Implication: It's time to voice out and trashing comments!

--- [ INTERMISSION ] ---

"Time is like Art - Intangible, mysterious but ultimately precious."

1. Time is precious.
This is exceptionally true for all students, whom are always rushing and competing with time during the examinations.

2. Time does not wait for anyone.
Until the very day, HG Wells' Time Machine comes to a realism, time will still continue to by-pass us unknowingly.

3. Time will not hold back for you.
The whole theory of 'Carpe-Diem' (better known as 'seize the day') by an Italian Philosopher, highlighting his notion of time as a scarcity.

4. Time separates the multiple dimensions, we are in; the past, present and future.
Unlike other form of languages, English Language has its clear distinction between the Past tense, Present tense and even Future tenses.

5. Like water, Time 'flows' seamlessly.
Without any parameter and boundary, the whole concept of time is usually related closely with a hourglass.

6. Time has made us realised the importance of life.
Life and death is a complete revelation. The cycle of life accentuates the importance of time and the limitation of a human's life.

7. Time has evolved through the many centuries.
Similar to man's Darwinan's principle for human evolution, the reading and interpretation for time has also changed. From the studying of the sun's position, to the discovery of clock reading.

8. Time give rise to our self-realization.
We always learnt a fair lesson for each and every mistakes we made. Through time, we realised our importance, our learning capacity and our distinct perception for life.

9. Time is priceless.
Neither you nor me or even the worlds' richest billionaires can afford to pay up for additional time span. But, we can cheat time. Getting from places to places, with the use of shortcuts and time-saving technology. We have manipulated time for the quest of better living.

10. Time is abstract.
I breathe to see this world once. And yet, at my very last breath, I am still unable to explain the concept of time in a simple manner.

2005-10-02T11:52:00.000+08:00

As what my friend, Chris has spelt out. My parents organized this year's family trip to Switzerland is to keep my motivation moving. Hence, I am trying to keep myself focus. Intensive mugging period will be taking place with effect from Monday, 3 October 2005.

Why is it Switzerland and not Egypt!?

I am still pending for the past two days photos. Will be right back blogging with the pictures. Stay tune.

2005-09-30T13:53:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, I wonder...

Am I destined to be a failure? Failing every single task and being labelled as a loser. Far too much, I have lose great deal of my precious time, in the quest for my own personal legend. Many times, I am feeling so dejected and my constant disappointment has seems to diminish every rays of my optimistic pursuit for a better life.

Tired and fatigue.

2005-09-28T15:11:00.000+08:00

Raffles JC General Paper 1 Preliminary Examination Question: "Blogging and podcasting have little worth beyond allowing the individual to indulge in narcissistic exhibitionism." Do you agree?

Ideally speaking, judging and looking at my blog, I have to agree to a LARGE extent that my style of blogging allows myself to indulge in narcissistic exhibitionism. So what, if the blog is filled with photos or pictures of the persona. Do we actually made a down-right conclusion saying that the persona (or referred as the blog owner) is entirely self-absorbed? What a sweeping statement!

Nevertheless I have to agree on the other hand that blogging is one of the many ways to display the persona's narcissistic personality. What's a blog like without any form of pictorial aids in helping the persona to illustrate his on-going life.

Mind you, I am referring a blog as an online diary. Undoubtly, a blog entry may discuss certain issues pertaining to our living society. But, to what extent will such a blog entry enhanced the attention-span of a reader. We (note: man) love viewing images and receiving aural sources. It enhanced our learning capacity and gaining additional awareness of the blogger's situation. As there is a saying, "A picture tells a thousand words." Narcissistic exhibitionism may proves to be otherwise.

--- [ Intermission ] ---

Dining with 3 glamorous ladies on an enchanting night, marks the epitome of the persona's once-a-lifetime 20th Birthday Celebration.

With the company of Raj, Mavis and Mui Hia, we raided Tampines Swensens on Monday's evening. It was a pleasant dinner outing with those cranky bunch of people. Our bitching topics stretch so extensively, that everyone of us have to be fast and quick-minded to be in tune of the fast varying topics.

Raj: It really makes me wonder if your exploration on issues of homosexuality foreshadows your future relationship with Fae-eas (Heck! I don't know how to spell your buddy's name). Kidding dude! Break no more girls' heart and be a good boy will'ya?

Mavis: First and foremost, I have to congratulate on your vast knowledge for sex. It seems you are a worthy apprentice. Raj and myself will continue to educate you (for a good purpose). Looks like we are tainting your holiness! Gosh!

*Immediately, Melvin takes out his "Daily Bread" and started to confess upon his deadly sins.

Mui Hia: Mui's smile and maturity has stunned many of us out there. Your outshoned maturity has left lasting, time and again impression of me feeling young. Ha!

Indeed, it was an unforgetable night.

And so, as the hour and minute hands convened at 12. It officially marks my 2 tens years old birthday. Once again, a big thank you to one and all, whom made the extra effort in messaging me birthday messages and well wishes.

Celebrated my birthday by dining with 3 gorgeously-clad ladies (Andrea, Weixin and Sam) in Suntec. Here is a glimpse of yesterday's night celebration.

*Stop thinking or even consider looking into my friendster's friends to search for the pictures! They are exclusively shown in this blog... Ha!

Bad hair day... Can't seems to get my hair in place. DARN! Don't you know that all what a man has, is only his precious HAIR.

How sweet of them to celebrate my birthday in getting away with the convention. It's nice, feasting the sumptuous dinner and also being able to savour my ever-favourite Birthday brownies. Heh!

It has always been our tradition, our culture in meeting out and celebrate each other's birthday. We have known each other for more than 3 years, and still counting. Cherishing such wonderful friendship requires great deal of trust and patience. I do strongly believe that all four of us have undergone series of unprecedented obstacles. It is fate and a mere twist of God's plan, for the four of us coming together forging an unique relationship. For friends, who stood and supported you all the way, are absolutely astonishing!

For a moment, I thought Sam has came down directly from some form Mardi Gras Celebration (a festival to celebrate the homosexuality community). Her beads and voluptuously orangey top compliments so well with her Kaki Bottoms. Her bronze tan accentuates her sun-shine outlook of a typical beach babe.

A 364.998 degrees change in her dressings and presentation. GOSH! This is my first time seeing her NOT wearing an Adidas top. I was absolutely flabbergasted with her feminine portrayal. A whole new fresh look of a lady-in-the-making. Am I not priviledge enough to take an exclusive shot with her?

And there it is... Lucky Melvin! Having the girls in both of his arms. Pretty!

I can't help feeling real OLD...

2005-09-24T10:05:00.000+08:00

I woke up from my dream, trembling and shaking in fear. I dreamt of the impossible outcome of my preliminary examination grades.

An 8/50 grade assigned to my Literature Paper 8 - Practical Criticism. Does that gives you a valid reason for breaking out cold sweat in my sleep?

Bad omens aside...

Picture Guess Series 3

Make an intelligent guess on what's shown in the picture below.

(Disclaimer: These photos are purely taken by the persona himself. It is purely real and thus no infringement or violation of the Internet's Copyright law. Crap!)

Guess 1:

(a) Glowing Earthworms
(b) Dazzlement of emitting lights from the opposite blocks of flats
(c) Seamless optical fibre-glass cables closeup

Guess 2:

(a) Disarray movement of the full moon
(b) White Spot Light dazzlement
(c) Creaping light of the unknown into darkness

Anyway...

A concise recap of yesterday's happenings:
Went swimming with Sam and Weixin. I was late (nothing to be amazed about) for 10 minutes. I made an effort to leave the house earlier. But god knows, the bus speed went against my intended wish. I knew very well that Weixin and Sam would ranted bitterly on my punctuality. Oh well, the effect of an unforeseen circumstances.

Head down to Weixin's place for lunch. While feasting my sudden-craved chicken chop at Weixin's place, we discussed several issues pertaining to our family and the upbringing process. Weixin labelled me as a spoilt BRAT! (WHAT!) What is the problem of me NOT washing and ironing my own clothes, doing household chores, washing up cutleries after dinner, helping dad to wash the family car or even cooking lunch and dinner for the family?

Or perhaps, I should really be labelled as a spoilt brat. A worthless brat in the family and a lonely brat in his community.

We made our way down to Bugis to meet Patricia (my future RC colleague). Didn't stay for long as I was having another appointment with another friend. Ha! Weixin got scolded for going swimming before her facial session.

Met Chris at the later part of the evening. Dine in at Suntec Marche. Friday's crowd never fails to amuse me. How nice of him to celebrate my 20th birthday with a wine-concentrated Tirmasu. Thank you so much Chris!

Received a call from Mavis and Raj, asking me to chill out at Bugis Breko Cafe. Said a yes, and made my way down in 10 minutes time. And yes, as usual, we crap, laughing hysterically and bitching about people. Soon, I began to realize that we always bitch about the same group of people. (Great bitches think alike... Only fools can't tell the difference) But, it was real funny. Inserting sexual innuendos in every aspect of our conversation. Did I mention to you guys that Mavis's Royce chocolates has caused me to reach multiple orgasm?

Anyway... At 12.30am, we bid our adieu before taking our long bus ride back to our respective destination.

And so, I was clad in my Arts Faculty Tee and a New Balance running SHORT shorts since 10am, and literally parading around the City. It was such a totally "unglam", "off" and uncouth (as what Raj pointed out) fashion statement. Now, tell me... If I do have a nice pair of legs!

--- [ INTERMISSION ] ---

Here are the answers for today's Picture Guess Series 3...

Answer for Qns 1:
(b) Dazzlement of emitting lights from the opposite blocks of flats

Answer for Qns 2:

(a) Disarray movement of a full moon

2005-09-23T10:12:00.000+08:00

I know my English Language sucks terribily.

My grammar is in utter dismay. My sentense structure and expression is incoherent and expressed in a disarray manner.

Incredibily, I will be teaching Primary 5 and Secondary 1 English Language next year.

2005-09-22T20:12:00.000+08:00

Hit the gym this morning with Sam. As usual, I was 30 minutes late.

Sam is one "cute" fella. She didn't bring her handphone and I was desperately searching for her high and low. What's the problem man! When you need to find someone urgently, the unexpected happens.

Anyway, I felt terribly "shiok" after the gym. Got real mad at the resting area and all of the sudden, our 'vainy' personality concur.

2 Taliban wannabe posing for the last moment

Headed down to Century Square Food Junction for lunch. Gossiped and bitching about people alot along the way. I need to get pairs of socks desperately. 2 of my Nike ankle socks surfacing the wear and tear syndrome. I can't stand the very sight of my socks, having holes in THEM.

Headhunt for several Royal Sporting House's Nike socks. But in the end, can't really find the right socks, which suited my likings. Therefore, we traveled from Tampines to Marine Parade and to Suntec City to get my socks. Heh! The entire journey was damn tiring man. What's more, the weather was unpromising. Snoozing three quarters of the entire journeys.

The persona is getting real bored these few days. He's wondering if his friends have abandon him unknowingly.

2005-09-22T10:03:00.000+08:00

I am feeling groovy in the early morning. Clubbing in the early morning anyone? Ha!

And there it is, 6 more days to go (and counting) before hitting the "fearful" 2 tens age old.

Feeling kinda bored though. Reason being, no one dates me out. Ha! Yeah, I am weeping gravely for suffering the ultimate boredom. Oh well, I have long expected it.

- The persona is running short of blogging juice -

2005-09-20T20:46:00.000+08:00

Initially, the persona decided to go against the request (from Sam) of airing Libertango by Bond...

Who would not be mesmerised or even being dazzled with Bond, Libertango. Having not a single idea to air any suitable songs for your wedding dinner? Here is one for you... Imagine the bride and bridegoom waltzing and tango-ing their way down the dinner aisle... Salsa baby~

Feeling Liberated! Free! Emancipated! Sitting for 3 stolid solid hours, is not big joke. Imagine one having to sit down, warming and inching every part of your hard chair, squeezing out every single bits of facts and examples for your essay is TORTURING!

Writer's block happening to any Arts student... Spells BIG TROUBLE!

Anyway, as for today's topic...
--> Let's discuss about Singaporeans' liberation and the open-minded attitude towards discussing the issue of SEX.

Before, going in depth with tonight's topic... Let's go through some of questions, before jumping onto the wagon, and thus agreeing with the persona.

Qns 1: How would you react when your fellow friends mentioning to you about the various ways and attempts of sexual intercourse?

Qns 2: How exciting is your sex life? (Disclaimer: This question doesn't applies to juvenile below the age of 18)

Qns 3: What will be your first reaction if you are having a hard-on (for guys) or the surging waves for consummation - sex (for the women)?

Qns 4: Could you tell a difference between oral sex or anal sex?

Qns 5: Is the topic for sex a social taboo in our society?

Sex. As my trustworthy Collins Cobuild English Dictionary for Advanced learners explained, termed sex as "a physical activity by which people can produce young". Hmmm... Doesn't sound helpful yeah. Try asking our friends studying biology. MAVIS! in explaining the explicit details of sex.

To my own understanding, the advocated term for "physical activity" is known as sexual intercourse. Literally speaking, sexual intercourse is commonly described as the insertion or penetration of the man's virile tool into the woman's anal.

Now.. Get your facts right! Are you aware that a woman has 3 penetrative holes? They are the vagina (where the ejaculated sperm SHOULD meet the periodically released egg), the hole to release the unwanted waste and lastly the hole to excrete urine. In a single sexual intercourse between a man and a woman, a man is able to ejaculate more than 5 million sperms upon reaching his orgasmic stage (the climax feeling). All it need for the egg to be fertilised is 1 out of the millions to get in contact. Amazing yeah! Darwinian's theory; the survivual of the fittest. So guys, are your sperms healthy and having the ability to swim up in meeting the released egg? Ha! What are you waiting for? Head down the pool right NOW!

According to some family planning organisation statistics, 7 out of 10 man on the streets do not have any idea if he has penetrated his virile tool rightfully into the vagina. Sad isn't it? No matter how educated a man can be, if his sperm or his penetrative act is not done in a rightful manner, even God is not able to create miracles out of it! Therefore, man out there... Start educating yourself by watching MORE PORN! Ha! Kidding!

I felt our society is very much conserve and pretty shy towards discussing the issue of Sex. Whenever I pop question pertaining to sex, they will be the first to conclude that I feeling high recently. Hmm.. Weird? Don't you ever want to know more in exploring and answering your curiousity pertaining to sex? What's up with the social taboo and stigma of not discussing it openly. Do you know that Karma Sutra is written centuries ago by the early Indian Civilisation, in which they encapsulate the various sexual posture in experiencing a wholesome satisfying sexual activity?

Besides, I felt that if one is not educated early or opening up in discussing such a taboo issue. The exploration for the answers could lead to a undesirable consequences. The excessive behaviour, which was stimulated from the repressed and censured from our society, would lead to an improper upbrining of the child. Self-exploration perhaps only works at the maturing level. What do you think?

Now, let's embrace the topic and thou shalt avoid no more.

For your information:
Oral sex is refered as a stimulating activity whereby the licking and deep-throating of the man's virile tool (shaft). Pleasurable rate is extremely high. Are you a good sucker then? Heh

Anal sex is the typical activity, in which shares a similar technique of sexual intercourse. Misconception happens when many thinks that the penetration of the man's virile tool is into the vagina. This is totally untrue. The man's virile tool is penetrated into the woman's anal instead (the hole where it excrete unwanted solid waste).

2005-09-18T09:26:00.000+08:00

Just how many girls' hearts have I break? (note: present tense)

Chance this survey over my blog-surf.

Random 20 facts about the persona

1) My habit for being late in meeting people is absolutely untolerable. Friends have to go to such an extent in typing down this particular clause after each message, before meeting me; "Can you not be late". I've tried my best not to be at least 15 minutes late.

2) My mood is temperamental and oh-so-ever-fluctuating.

3) I am not much of a perfectionist (realised that not long ago). All thanks to my laziness and sloppiness qualities maintaining my perfecting equilibrium.

4) Into intensive sports recently. I simply enjoy the adrenalin pumping through every inch of my arteries and veins. A proper tennis and diving course will be up next after my A Level.

5) I have sprained my back for the 8th time. All thanks to my primary school intensive high jump activity, which gives rise to my weak back.

6) I am suffering from short-term memory. Therefore, my Literature Paper 1, which requires me to memorise quotes, will be a goner for me. 10 years down the road, if you see me calling out for your name or stopping you by the streets of Orchard Road, you would have to congratulate me.

7) Friends around me described me as hyper-active and a crazy maniac escaping from the nearby asylum. I tend to unleash my full potentiality in being crazy, as much as I could. (No! I am not an entertainer.)

8) Currently, I am suffering from cockroach-phobia. I am so afraid of them till to extent that I woke my mum up at 4am (while I am working on my late-night assignments), to whack them all up and flushing them down in the toilet bowl.

9) If you "throw me" in a supermarket, I will not display my auntiness qualities. However, if you "throw" me in any shopping centres or clubs, my auntiness qualities will undoubtly displayed. (My friends can justify clearly for this particular statement)

10) Continuously acing chinese until I was primary 4, and then marginally scraping through with a pathetic pass over the years.

11) Often, people mistook me as a Burmaese, Vietnamese, Japanese (very common), Korean, Malaysian, ABC (American-Born Chinese) when I am fair and NOT SINGAPOREAN! What's next man? African, for my recent tanned skin colour?

12) Composing poems accentuate my immediate emotions and feelings.

13) Be not surprised! I play the alto saxophone and the chinese flute. I am still waiting for my dear cousin to teach me how to play the ang-klung, which is sitting comfortably at the top of my cupboard collecting dust.

14) My first experience with kayaking and other form of sea sports was 3 years ago. With an enthusiastic cousin Candice of mine, both of us signed up for our 1-Star Kayaking course in Pasir Ris Sea Sports Club.

15) I am a faithful believer of Karma-logy. Andrea (a close friend cum GP tutor) gave me a book written by Paublo Coelho entitled The Alchemist, with a simple intention in wanting me to explore my personal legend. At current, with my uncomplicated beliefs and principles of life, I am struggling hard to overcome the obstacles, which are lying ahead of me.

16) My mum nags alot. But, I know her nagging is a clear significance of her love! Despite her nagging, I am affectionately closer towards my mum as compared to my Dad.

17) My blog is my sanctuary. A virtual environment to reside my inner-most feelings.

18) I never enjoy watching horror-flicks. But, I can tell a difference between an A-grade or a typical B-grade horror movies.

19) I made a habit of hitting the gym and swimming pool weekly. All thanks to Derek (my gym buddy) and Sam (my swim budd) to keep my motivation moving.

20) My friends are always complaining that I am acting cute. But the fact is, I AM CUTE by nature. What's wrong with being cute by nature? Heh!

A Personal Tribute

For my one and only buddy

Though my life has never ever been smooth-sailing...

Your determination and constant reminder,

in keeping check of my life makes great importance.

10 random adjectives or facts describing SAM a.k.a Xinni

1. Crazy

2. Straightforward

3. Persistent

4. Unpredictable

5. Enjoys the sun, sand and sea together

6. Happily "married" to the guy with a set of firm-tight ass (I knew it all along)

7. Pink freak

8. Knows how to do Eskimo-bow roll, which I am trying hard to grasp the technique of it.

9. The current playing music from the blog is her favourite track by Bond.

10. Lastly, she is one of my cherish-able buddy!

2005-09-14T12:10:00.000+08:00

A subtle confession

If God is to grant me one wish, what would it be?

I would ask him to grant me eternal time. For the righteous time spent with my friends, family and work.

The persona is feeling kinda weary over the past few days. Reason being, for the suspectible premonition of failing my preliminary examinations. Is he suffering from depression?

Perhaps

That spells out the reason why, he hope God is able to grant him with eternal time. Though, I am not an ardent faithful servant for Lord, I always do have him in high-esteem. Yes, Mavis has somehow exercised her faith clout ability in my self-realization. Thank you Mavis! (for your daily bread)

Confidence. It seems to mislay day by day. Achieving a ABC AB, seems to be an excruciating and virtual nil task. Why does it have to come such a big blow?

Torrential feelings set down, weighing immensely in my subtle heart. All I do is to pray for a better day.

My thoughts wonder just like the for-ever looming cumulo-nimbus. My feelings are mixed with the twalweg ebb movement of the Nile. My aspirations are "bombed" and thrown into the vast eternal space by the Krakotoa. Pray thee, for my voidness, which are unmatchable by the perpetual galaxy. With only stars and floating comets, crossing by and denting my unprecedented path.

It will be a good day. I wonder.

Eternal Cries

- by Melvin (=

Tears

every single droplets

parallel my poignant feels

Cry me.. Cry not.. Sadness shall reign

Tears

worth every emotions

matches with my sensibility

Swell more.. Tears from bits shall galore

Tears

a sign of liberation

Man cries; as Women wives

Trickling beads of emancipation shall thrive

Eternal cries

Hear my sorrows

Bitterness of discontentment

Ripping every itch of my flesh, leaving me hollow

2005-09-10T11:21:00.000+08:00

Here I am... Sitting right in front of the screen, munching my morning chocolate flakes, scratching my head thinking what will today's entry gonna be.

Anyway...

Bought a new hot summer orange flipflops from Hereen's New Urban Male. The persona would like to thank Mavis, for the wonderful company and the absent-minded $5 voucher. Heh!

And here it goes, my long-waited hot summer orange flip flops, which costed me a BIG bomb!

Once again, the Persona hereby presents to you:

Melvin's Picto-logue (2) - Group Shots

A sneak shot of Mavis, Raj, Weixin and myself

The Seniors!

Seriously speaking, I am not ACTING CUTE!

Let me introduce to you the PEOPLE...

From extreme left to right:

R1: Myself, Mui, Weixin, Xinni, See Jin, Jean and Mavis

R2: Sherman, Hon Peow, Jia yu, Andre, Prasana, Vanda, Winnie, Annabelle, Jasmine

R3: Jiang Li, Shing Chun, Eirene, Maisie, Benjamin, Raj

R4: Edwin, Hector, Taariq, Kelly

Another sneak shot with the lovable juniors

A totally unglam shot of myself with Mavis (as my mic holder)

Melvin's Picto-logue (3) - Personal Shots

2 irresistibly cheesy people

Mighty and tall with the presence of Mui

My ex-husband (What the heck!)

Cheena wayang versus Western mime

2005-09-09T11:15:00.000+08:00

For this upcoming entry, if you guys wanna call me a full-time narcissist..
GO AHEAD!

Am I in love of myself or what? DEFINITELY NOT!

Celebrating Melvin's pre-20th stolid (meant to be a sarcasm) years in Mother's Earth with having exclusive shots of the persona, himself is not a bad idea after all.

The Persona hereby presents to you:

Melvin's Picto-logue (1)

You betcha... A personal shot taken during the New Balance Real Run in Sentosa

Ascending the steep gradient of the slope is definitely a physically-draining task

An overall view of my orchestra.. AWESOME looking yeah!

(Spot me! No prize given..)

That's me.. (DUH!) with the rest of the flute section

A Self-explanatory picture..

You should be smart enough to guess what will the caption for this picture gonna be

Up next in Melvin's Picto-logue (2)... Will be featuring "glam" and not forgetting "unglam" shots of yesterday's Leadership Training Camp BBQ in Pasir Ris.

Stay tune for more bits