something for you viewers to chew on.

ignorance can be enlightened,

a drunk made sober,

the sad made happy,

the arrogant humbled,

the insecure made firm,

but stupid lasts forever.

Sugababes - Easy

Sugababes - Easy.

a fusion of victorian goth meets retro funk. with cheesy lyrics about "sex on the beach, not on the rocks".

typical all girl group video, with the fiasco of hair blowing in the wind, robotic dance moves to end off the choreograph, black leather of 007 girls gone bad.

sad that (my favourite asian mix girl) Mutya has left the group, the new girl (whatever her name is) looks like a Stacie Orico gone Satanic. tsk.

to address an issue

floods, repeats, discrimination, assumptions and reading too much into the most minimal words.

i don't condone such behaviour.

if people think i'm breaking down inside, or that i'm as weak as i was years ago, go ahead.

i don't need to impress, improve or indent someone else.

if people think that they're here to flood my tagboard so that they can be like a little baby in a cradle screaming for utmost attention go ahead. i'm not the one being fed by the bottle.

wild dogs don't chase parked cars. i'm sorry if i've got a brighter future than you, that i'm doing something to make a point, that i'm helping others unconditionally.i have my fair share of fun and at times i hurt others and myself, but who doesn't? sure i've got my faults, but at the end of the day, who gets the benefit of this senseless tagging?

if it's his/her satisfaction, then i must say that is indeed very very sad.

TGIFFFFF

the long anticipated weekend is finally here! aside from the trepidation or rather, boredom of guard duty looming over me this sunday, i guess there's always a positive side, and that's halloween next week!

and that well, i guess i found out some stuff about the ex, and how _________ the ex was and how the ex's ex is even more ______. tsk.

well, karma karma karmmmmmma.

okay, slowly letting go of the bitter betty-ness in me. no love lost!

and my poles PILLARS of my life, my loves, i'll be seeing them tomorrow for training, how great can life start to be? almost endless and abundant as long as your mindset is renewed.

well, aside from being holed up in this computer lab doing some tests, i'm almost shaking in the knees on how i can think of things to do within my service time here. like SATs? a private degree maybe? or even A levels!

or learning driving, or learning to lick my elbow.. oh you know the gist.

time to start brainstorming on my own blog or maybe a shared one with mandylicious.

maybe a change.

apparently my obsessive (but very affable) fans on my tagboard do not realise the patterns in my blogs since i've started blogging, i shall not state the utmost obvious lest i reveal a bigger level of moronity they have hence achieved.

and yes, maybe it's time i "move house" with my dear mandylicious. coz

#1- glam people should shack it up together

#2- it's easier to keep in touch that way since we're both so busy

#3- her hot friends can bio me. HAHA.

well 2/3 of the above is true. think about it =p

a thursday night

i'm so itching to change this blog soon. it's 2 more months to january, and as always i always relocate every year, and it isn't THAT hard to find me really.

now really bored at the computer lab, after a whole day of tests and antennae exercises.

i looked through some familiar blogs and i just wanan blog so much, it's up to my brim in the neck, but judging from my current demography and geography. i have to suffocate myself.

lamenting about stayins.

i hate the army (for the X1298417928948) time.

i feel very out of touch.

and the only thing i can blog about is the Salvatore Ferragamo EDT that i sneaked in.

or that the vending machine stocks up on Bread Pan (not Daryl's brand, but some garlic crisps) and Snickers and TOP bars every other day.

or that green is my colour.

or that the cook house muslim food is very creative. (satay beehoon last night? watered down please)

or that we're dying of boredom every weekday night as we don't have anything on at night

or that one of our peculiar quizzes actually have answers online. hmmm.

or that planning our weekends never seemed more detailed (with hourly slots!)

or that phone bills are on the rise thanks to excessive sms-ing during before after class.

or that B&J is so insufficient. (CHERRRY GARCIAA)

or that my clothes are gathering dust in my room without me wearing 'em.

or that you develop a close affection to your signals PT tank.

musing.

it was then
it is now
it will be

i feel like i'm stepping on landmines now. with great trepidation i trudge through this week till the friday comes.

and being offered very suggestive and promiscuous and almost perverted suggestions of a THREESOME. tsk. my monday has been quite scandalous. (all thanks to dan he says)

Recapitulation!

the week's started off again!

i haven't really mentioned much about my weekend yet, so to cut a long story short..

playing at the club on friday night was damn fun, drank alot (thanks to Payday!) and Dan sure enjoyed himself too.

Met uncle Alan on a saturday afternon and followed him for his megalomaniac shopping spree @ the Ipod shop @ Cinileisure, followed by facebooking with his friend Chrispian at Uncle Al's abode & American Politics.

it sure is interesting learning about US politics, the battle between the democrats and republicans... the discrimination and all. till i feel more at ease with being less occupied to degenerating my brains in camp, then i'll talk more about the Obama-Hillary-(and recently added)-Gore 3 way showdown.

Friday evening took some time spending it with dear Dominic walking around Paragon & then finaly settling down at Crown Prince for some good ol' swensens with his friend Gabs. followed by the abovementioned Club.

Saturday Night (yes, i'm incoherent, bear with me) was spent at Cream Bistro with Daryl, Cheryl & Daddy Jeremy, afterwhich, we were quickly whisked away to some Winery (i can't remember!) @ Dempsey, where we drank delicious sweet fruity champagne for a very reasonable price. gosh, i'm so gonna drag Uncle Alan & the BTB(bigtimebastards..ha) there, they sure loves some bubbly.

Sunday's bulk was spent with my loves down at Kallang River, aside from the race sets we did, we spotted someone, or something, or whatever. again, such things should be outside of the boat, not inside.

and the golden quote for the day

"aye ___, how can you eat a banana with the skin on!?"
"i couldn't find a rubbish bin!"

some photos in random directories in my laptop.

the last nite. we saboh-ed Milton aka Fish.

i miss you guys a lot man. they said BMT memories are a lifetime. true

hawt sex modelzzzz


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(Derrick) Kong's birthday @ Cream Bistro, and a crazy nuah night at my house a few weeks back. :)

if i had a choice, i'd make hanging out with you guys an occupation. one of you said "i am EXTREMELY protective of our group" and i couldn't agree more.

untitled title.

i opened my eyes today.

monotony got me..

yesterday night opened up a plethora of platforms.. of vulnerability to some, of hardening of hearts to others. it was a moment of sticking together for what it's worth. what was it worth?

it's worth for the togetherness we all love. i love you guys.

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i always tell myself this recently. it's time to get out of clubbing excessively, it's like an addiktion i can't stop, it eats up my insides if i don't go. surely there are better things t do over the weekend night.

let's try this.

and nothing stupid happened btw.

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focus, focus, hocus pocus. training's down. and even if i have to see (ever so reluctantly) a peculiar entity every sat sun morning, i'll grit and roll my eyes. ha.

the saturday!

"aiya we're just superficial la"

*

here on a saturday afternoon is somewhat heartwarming, to be alone in my bedroom and just gazing around. i'm glad i finished most of my to-do stuff, like the IBP budgeting (big yay!).

gonna meet uncle Alan soon for some high tea, so whoopie, followed by dinner and drinks with ..

:) it's great to complete my saturday like this, especially after training.

speaking of which, i'm glad i started dragonboating. it's teamwork isn't it? similar to volleyball, and i get healthier.

pity i may have to stop if my condition worsens, but i'm glad CCWA gave me a chance. loves!

i don't really wanna blog much today. i'm just so tired.

PS: i'm a boy and we toy with your feelings. all boys do (: we're adulterous cheap sluts who sleep around even though we're attached.

and it's even more worse if he's boring and sleeps to get to the top. so much for being a himbo.

PSS: if you think i'm talking about myself, i'll leave you to decide. i call 'em like i see 'em

threes.

god, i'm so depressed. i'm gonna party tonight.

god, i'm so relieved. i'm gonna have fun tonight.

god, i'm so tired. i'm gonna relax tonight.

Top Favourite 3 tracks at the mo.

a friday.

why do most hot people have issues with being loyal and faithful to their other halves? is there some sort of stigma that grows with the good-looks hormone? that they can rage out of control and resist the all-too-significant info that "oh, i have a boyfriend already" or "oh, my boo's in the washroom"

yet, a message just arrived. and i melt. i'm such a fucking softie lar cb.

**

went for a medical review today and i didn't know my problem with my back was at detrimental and bad as this. when i heard the results, i swear, my heart dropped to the soles of my feet. i recall tearing on my way back to company line. it didn't just affect my mood, it could potentially affect the rest of my life. damn .

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and welcome back mr flooder fan (: it's great to see my fans throwing at me such remarks, coz guess what? wild dogs don't bark at parked cars.

another day in paradise.

1 more day to book out day. and i guess you never thought things would end on a good note.

good riddance(?) is what i'll say.

feeling lifeless in camp is not good. so much i want to do, but time has to take its place. there's like a muzzle around my mouth in this day and age. i always felt like i belong in an era, say 10 years from now, where NS is hopefully abolished.

i seem to lack the literal touch in life, my thoughts are rather incoherent and almost dear-diary like. as i looked back (don't i always) into my archives, i see entries, entries of (non-self-obsessed) angst, passion about certain issues and moral rights. and now as i start mentally degrading myself serving the nation (oh, stop it with the thinking soldier, we're all made to chiong sua, even the clarks! look at those paper cuts), i feel that "memes" give me the satisfaction for the day.

it seems almost bastrial to just be led by emotions rather than principles and values. i consider myself nothing if i do not have the ability to express myself with fluency and zest in any medium possible.

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in camp, there's so much time to let your mind wander that you start planning your weekend in advance. and when you have even MORE time, you plan them by the hours, and you start randomly SMSing people to book 'em. haha. or they sms-ing you to book you.

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facebook has seemed to be gaining much popularity in the wake of the much-HTML-modified Friendster.com. It's network of universities and occupation/brands/company has made it look more official as a proper non-sleazy myspace.com like site.

however, what is with the many applications being added? it makes your profile look so cluttery and uninviting, and you have to scroll ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the way down just to see the wall posts (after going through the how hot are you? the Vampires, the garden, the start system etc..) i'd wish they'd have a limit to the number of applications. and god, the diff between the pictures and the albums is like the diff between friendster's comments and testimonials.

it's literally the same! well, if you got a different opinion, fair enough. :p

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i'm growing fat here in camp, thanks to my status (and when is the #!@#!@$% M.O coming back) i'm just sitting in lectures and computer labs letting my mind wander. How i await weekends, especially when the competition is nearing, i hope to contribute to the team :) let's do this!!