Farewell party

Goodbye party cum birthday celebration for Eric, I gather all my DMC pals to celebrate my unification cum bond with my nation.

I'm just going to let the pictures do the talking. I have to pack my stuff.

I'll miss my freedom of speech, my hair and hot baths. Sianz. Not forgetting friends and family.

Doh! How could I forget?



































Sigh. Good memories will be forever kept on a blog.

Like good hair days, moments with friends and what's it like being with girls.

Adieu,
Benjamin

Goodbye

These last few days has been a whirlwind for me.

The reality of getting stuck in a regimental routine has slowly started to sunk in as I got into a really dowdy mood.

Before you think I have pre-suicidal symptoms for enlistment, think again.

Who wouldn't be hazy and be in a world of their own when they are being confined on an island for next few months or so?

I just hope I don't get tekan alot for unneccessary reasons and I just want to survive.

Period.

Just to let all my blog readers know. I'm really not THAT physically fit.

Yes I do jog and swim but that was like for only the last 3 weeks.

I had slight asthma and I failed my NAPFA. My upper body strength is next to nil and my shoulders are meant for 2 things.

A girlfriend's head and to prop a digital video camera.

Not meant to carry 10 kg of sand running around in circles like the speeches of parliment.

All that said and done, as punishing or harsh the training may be, I'm going to take it in stride.

I'm just going to do a countdown on my ORD date = )

So that's why I'm doing my bid farewell rounds with all my close friends, relatives and neighbours.

These are the following things I'll miss in no particular order.

- Mahjong sessions
- My hair which I groom painstakingly everytime I wanna go out and look nice
- Junk food as and when I like it
- Late morning wake-ups
- Blogging and the Internet world
- Shopping
- Online shopping
- Window shopping
- Online window shopping
- Nice hot baths
- Reality TV shows that are so good
- Taiwanese variety programmes that are so crappy
- My xbox and wonderful assortment of games
- Wardrobe of clothes that I have that I can choose to pick & wear instead of just No.4s
- Jogging, swimming and going to the gym
- My mp3 collection and iTunes
- Friends and gossip kakis
- MSN, ICQ and YM
- My family's nagging and playful talks

I guess that's a long list. Hope I don't miss out anyone.

I feel like an Oscar winner lol.

Bon voyage,
Benjamin

P.S. Since I'll be celebrating my b-day in camp, this is my birthday wish list. You can browse at what I like and maybe be nice and send a parcel to my camp or give it to me when I come out. That is if I ever do come out.

Alive.

Birthday wishlist :

Spiderman 2 OST ($18)
The OC OST ($18)
Lint remover roller ($5?)
Arsenal New Home Jersey 2004-2006 ($85)
Brown/Orange/White/Black Hawaiianas Slippers ($20)
Biotherm Homme Abdosculpt ($67)
A lifetime Gym membership (wahahaha)
A free monopoly "Get out of Army, Don't pass GOH chok tong, Don't collect Singapore Shares" card

I'm a Survivor

Continued from yesterday events:

So yesterday's dry swimming sessions was exhilarating.

READ: ME BIG WINNER

I game maximum man fan zi mo like 4, 5 times until the players cry.

Seriously cannot believe my luck. Wahahaha.

Because me and Clara shared, she took her early winnings of 20 bucks and I reap the remaining $$$ of like 60 or so.

Quite a big amount when the stakes are only 20 40 cents.

Those who don't know mahjong, you don't know what you're missing out !!!

Oh, the amazing thing was I wasn't even tired.

The other 2 guys went to Sentosa and their heads were like bobbing side to side, falling asleep.

I guess the gym and the run kept my senses awake.

I understand the logic of why if you exercise at night, your body won't be able to fall into rest again.

"Logic holds truth" (Ben nods head)

So cycling back home in the midst of the night at 5 am, Bedok was pristine quiet and I was damn skared if any incoming vehicles will bang me.

I got no safety lights lah you see. Dange-rous.

So after a sweet 5 hour sleep, I awoke to a startle because Dad was blasting the TV quite loud.

It's a Saturday morning for god's sake.

I couldn't get back to sleep. Chants curse from mini black book on blasted TV volume.

Today's intineary is to pack my army stuff with JM. In addition, will be having impromptu lunch with Jian Hui, someone I never met before in my life.

He's also a blogger like me, so it would be strange for 2 strangers to meet and knowing so much about one another lol.

On other notes, my army list is quite comprehensive, just got further advice from peeps, so gonna get one more thing.

I'm NOT GOING TO SHOP, just browse. I'm heading down to Orchard you see = )

I SAID. I'M NOT GOING TO SHOP.

I need a leash.

Mad Dog,
Benjamin

Long Day

A quick routine blog after jog.

I had a relatively long day so I shall be brief.

Woke up at 10 pm plus and entertained myself with Xbox and was supposedly having farewell lunch with Felicia and Aaron but something cropped up for Feli.

So continued playing xbox.

Then, suppose to go gym around 12 noon but Vernon & Eugene came back late previous night from church so we headed to Toa Payoh gym after 2 plus.

My second trip to torture racks sans narcissitic lair.

To be brief, most people go gym to be fit or be healthy. It's just another bullshit reason to delude yourself and your friends that you are just narcissitic and that you want to look good in bed with another woman or at the mirror.

My favourite torture rack is the rowing machine. Don't know why but I feel so inclined to use it now everytime I get to a gym (so far twice).

So we gym from 230 to 4pm. And headed to Subway for a healthy snack.

All 3 of us it seems are Subway converts. My personal fav is Steak and Cheese with no olives, no onions, no dressing, slight dash of pepper and loads of capiscum, green leafy veggies covered in hearty italian bread.

And loads of cheese and warm meat.

I can just eat that everyday.

It seems that Vernon can recite the menu of Subway. But you can't help but admit the sandwiches taste so good.

Repeat after me. So good.

So good.

Okay after our affair with Subway, Vernon had to leave for church.

Btw, slight diggression. Although I don't know Vernon and Eugene quite well (3 weeks so far), I feel I "click" with them although we have very opposing views.

They are very staunch christians and I'm like the king of vice in terms of relationship, money, career, friendship and one night-stands.

The most sinful topic was me discussing on how I would gladly shag a "bitch" for cardio-vascular exercise.

For those who don't get it, use your imagination.

And for those who use your imagination, I acknowledge I'm a sick fella.

But you all very well know I'm joking. Right? Right? Right???

Hence me and both of them are like both sides of an apple pie.

We are alike that we are tasty and crusty on the outside but we'll never meet the filling inside because we have differing views and opinions. Okay, strange analogy.

Maybe that's what makes us "click" as friends, me of the evil nature corrupting them. Making them bad apple pies.

Muahahahahahaa !!!!

Okay end of digression.

Me and Eugene then walked from Cine to Dhoby Ghaut and I speeded off to the east.

Was suppose to play mahjong but something cock up with the other kakis so I decided to go teach tuition.

That was about 6pm until 8pm.

Then I left, dissappointed at my student, and called my cozzy who said I couldn't come over for board game night.

Hence, headed home as mahjong session will be at night.

So, as crazy as my long day had been, I tease myself even more.

I went for a 4km moderate run around the neighbourhood. It seems that the gym session instead of aching me, it instead invigiorated me.

Me, now at 10 pm, is going to rush off to Changi for overnight mahjong session.

Will be cycling there. Weeee........ I have legs of steel. I'm so prepared for army.

BRING IT ON.

What a long day I'm having.

Most people call me "siao", but most of my friends call me "Benjamin."

Siao,
Benjamin

P.S. I'll be celebrating my birthday in camp, so I'm gonna prepare a b-day wishlist so that my frens can get me something nice and practical instead of something redundant and pukeable.

Gym Shagged

Today was my virgin trip to the gym.

Vernon brought me around to the various machines and I got a taste of a few banging of the heavy weights.

Calves, triceps and everywhere you think possible is sore or strained.

Except for me crown jewels of course.

I always had a fear of gym because I always had the perception that I'll get sneered upon by the gym rats for intrusion of territory.

Just so you know, I was sneered (or imagined myself being sneered) at but lucky Vernon was there to show me the ropes and machines that can castrate your balls off.

I'll definintely return to the gym, when as needed to be fit be it after NS or I need a release.

"Whack your head with a dumbell if you had another meaning for the word 'release'."

Anyway, after that, met up with Gwenne n Clara who were bored to tears from their slacker lives.

Eventually they ended up at my house hounding the xbox and watching Singapore Idol.

We had loads of fun criticizing the judges and mimicing Ken, the bespectacled judge.

Me looking like Ken.

"With specs on nose ridge and fingers adjusting it to fall off his nose, the words uttered are:

"Are you sure you are 16?"

followed by a lecherous grin and a mark on the list on who to call on lonely nights."

Lol. I know it is mean to tease the judges and the contestants but we need jibs in life to make us smile.

I'm trying to organize the last few days of meet-up with close friends.

I know it sounds like I'm dying from some unknown Egyptian curse or being detained in Jail under the conspicuous eyes of the Internal Security Act but hey, 3 weeks ain't a small matter of time u know.

But I guess I need to rest my aching shoulders. I didn't manage an evening jog today as I kinda sprained my ankle.

And I hope to go for graduation on the 19th of Auggie.

Gym stinko,
Benjamin

Perfect Sunday

Okay, i'm just retracing the steps of a perfect Sunday I had last weekend.

This was before clubbing.

So on a bright and cheery morning, I accompanied my mom to temple to get a "fu".

A "fu" is a paper like triangular pendant to bless you during your stay in army to ward off bad luck or evil spirits.

Being an atheist, I was an obliging good boy to my momma and respect her wishes to pray to her gods.

After that, I went around Bugis to get my mini toiletries and other miscellaneous stuff (I had an army shopping list to fulfill) after which I went to Jurong to see my grandpa.

He wasn't in though then I went to cut & tidy my hair before heading home to prepare for Centro.

Okay to me this was a perfect day was 1 reason. That reason kept me grinning the entire trip.

You see, I was impeccably dressed. Groomed to the appropriate occassion.

My t-shirt was a white t-shirt with green ringers from Zara. My jeans were my 3-year old Levis engineered jeans, pretty worn and torn. My shoes were of the globe brand (skateboarding shoes) which were like heavy sneakers. And my pouch was a mini one from Quiksilver.

The entire outfit was a total fit.

The thing was I left in a huff because I was playing online card game before I sped off to temple.

My only accessories was a pen which I grabbed in a rush which was a JAL token pen from my US trip.

And the amusing matter was that the pen was a shade of green which matched the entire outfit.

I can't help grinning from time to time as I tagged along behind my momma.

My ENTIRE OUTFIT was the BEST LAST MINUTE IMPROMPTU attire.

I can't help praising myself okay .... I know some guys really bo chap their dressing but I'm very self conscious of my appearance and from the Zara tee and the Globe shoes that matched, I can't help it.

"Slaps myself with a big bottle of medicated oil"

Self-praise is well-deserved when I have not spend time with much of my friends anyway since they are all so busy digging a hole to entrenched themselves during NDP or still being mystified to the amazing brainwashing powers of our NDP fireworks.

Anyway, the only next living entity besides my xbox and my plush toys that can give approving praises is my mom who thinks that dye-motif sarongs and bandanas are still the "in" the thing, hence, I resort to shameless self-appraisal.

I'm just trying to humour myself before I go in Tekong hor. And yes I know.

Cheap thrill.

But that was a perfect sunday. Can't stand it lol.

A beautiful sunday,
Benjamin

P.S. I've develop a routine like an AI robot, I always blog everytime I jog my rounds ! And contrary to what my best friend says, I jog on a half-full stomach and I didn't get any "stitches".

Idol or Hero?

The clock is ticking.

1 more week before I head off to suffer. Mentally and physically challenging, a lot of my friends seem to have hopes for me go far.

As in not chao keng and go become an officer.

Skarly cannot make it.

I'm just going in there with an open mind, make new friends, learn new skills and do my best.

Slight digression here.

I apologize for my disorganized thoughts yesterday. I was a bit "high" and I want to thank EVA for everything. Muacks lao po.

Side joke. Don't think it's a scandal or I'll slap you with a beer bottle.

Okay back to army.

The thing about army is that you develop maturity there, you get to hear ghost stories and you do all the manly stuff.

Like how Tiger Beer Ladies come to pour beer for you or you order your privates (no pun intended) to wax themselves with Kiwi (the stuff you go polish ur leather shoes).

As scary or enlightening the stories are being told, I guess I will have to lead my own army life.

Not that I'm not patriotic but I chose to nap when the NDP is on.

But I didn't miss the other great entertaining show.

Singapore Idol !!!

I guess you would have either watch it or read about other blogger's comments on how some Singaporeans are deluded or talented.

I just felt the female judge, Florence Lian overdid the singaporean slang and I love how the last judge frowns or make a disapproving face. Ken Lim from Hype records.

And I rolled my eyes on how some people gunning for their 15 seconds of fame.

"I want a contract from MediaCorp!!!"

Please lor, you can't even dicate your words properly much less sing. What makes you think MediaCorp will hire you?

As weatherman/lady issit?

But I applaud you for your courage to make a fool of yourself on National TV.

Sad thing is, I'll miss Singapore Idol because of enlistment.

= (

Guess I'll have to sing in the shower with other 39 naked men and get the scrutinizing attention & comments from my 2nd Lieutenant.

So not Singapore Idol material but Singapore Hero material,
Benjamin

P.S. Just another slight diggression, I feel that going clubbing once or twice a month to let your hair down is quite theraputic. If you work in a stressful environment, my advice is to go often. Don't go overboard as you may get sianz easily.

Centro

Before I blog further, I just wanna say I'm a bit tipsy from a few drinks after Centro so I'm typing this in a stupor......

It's already like 3 am but was there since 9pm bah when the queue started forming.

Got to see the fireworks display while in the queue and the free tixs from tiffy becoz she is one of the show hair model.

By the way, Tiffy's hair was very nice. I like. She should wear bikini haha to model haha.

Eva called me along so I decided to go lor since I never go clubbing and I'm gonna lose my crowning glory soon so I dress a bit spiffy go dance dance shiok shiok enjoy.

All I know was that in the early hours before midnight, I was like wallpaper.

I was like the bag depot and table guarder as the girls go havoc the floor abit.

By then, I haven't drunk much except my complimentary vodka sprite and hip hop is like bleah.
I don't even have a hip hop mp3 on my laptop lor.

Then, jugs came in , we share the costs and then started taking sips.

I still think I was sober then but I have yet to visit the happening dance floor.

Oh by the way, it's my first time to Centro and the gals say that Sunday night is suppose to be Gay and Lesbian night but becoz of the event, the musik was hip hop.

But there were plently of gays and lesbians around but also got a lot of girls wor~~~

Some attached but some hang about in groups. I likesh = ]

I shall save my views about homosexuality for another when I'm more refreshed.

I digress, so there I was, being a bag & table guardian and someone from the table bought shots.

So i drank 2 shots and not that I got hyper lah but I got a bit high.

I say a bit hor. Not a lot.

I think my alcohol intake is okay just that maybe becoz I feel like liberating myself before 2 years of imprisonment, I decide to take to the dance floor.

So dance I did. Just so u know, Mr Ben is a Fido Dido. Ask Wen Jun.

If you don't know what is a Fido Dido, please refer to my quiktionary on the right links >>>

Okay anyway, I dance and dance.

Normally, at Zouk I dance about 20 mins then I stop liao but I kept going.

The gals stop and came back and dance again.

By the way, 6 gals were with me. Yan Wen, Eva, Yan Wen's cousin, Eva's childhood buddy, Yan Wen's cousin friend.

Don't ask me their names. They are in my hp.

So yah, I was dancing. And I think the spirits got to me.

So I guess I dance non stop for more than an hour bah because my thighs were getting cramps like after you had a long jog.

The thing is, I don't dance to hip hop music but the beats and the acoustics is just too good.

I was from a school band and I like the bass music beats.

And the variation how the deejay played it was pretty varied and just got to my head.

I think if any club got hip hop night, I will go fersure.

So around 245am, the gals got tired of the musik becoz the dj was pretty standard only.

Being a newbie, I felt the dj could be better but this is my first time listening to hip hop intensively. Maybe I got influence by the gals.

Anyway, we decided to disperse as the gals seem shacked and not that hungry.

I was contemplating going to dance alone but nada.

I remembering dancing alone on the floor without my gal buddies for like 20 mins.

Felt so lonely but didn't feel it becoz I was grooving. haha. The gals left me high n dry.

All said and done, I wanted to blog this immediately coz I think this has been a great night for me.

So much better than Zouk. Centro got more dance space and breathing space.

And the seats are so plushy. Must go again next time.

And I think I'm able to write so legibly because I edited a few times hor, but I was talking garblah to vernon and gwenne on msn.

Oh, I got new haircut too. Lemme take photos.

Okay I got blinded by my flashes. Uploading them now....

My new haircut !

Shots not well taken, lighting very bad, but I like how it was styled today = )

Oh also, before I went to Centro, I had a feel good day. Well tell you tmr!

I'm getting a bit hazy liao, better go lie down now.

Tata,
Benjamin

P.S. My contact lens never felt so comfortable in my entire existence. I never even used a single eyedrop !

Boo to Parades

With the recent fuss of National Day always around the corner in late July and early August, all the local media can do is garble how special this year's National Day as compared to previous years.

Don't get me wrong. I'm a true blue (or is it red?) Singaporean and I thank it for giving me security, education and glorious fatty fusion cuisines.

I've even pondered to be a quitter (read last year's National Day rally I think), to get my degree, work a few years here and emigrate but that's too early to tell.

There's still family and we all know what big things Singapore has to offer to keep me entertained on their mini island.

(For those without a skeletal structure, please sense my sacarsm)

I mean look at it this way. I would gladly serve National Service becoz of our shortage of manpower.

I know I'm being put to good use somehow if need of war or when I'm trapped in a lift.

But, seriously.

Has anyone question why is there a need for a National Day Parade?

So much expense is placed into it. Loads of manpower, logistical consideration and tax payers money is spent on this one day on goodie bags, light sticks and fireworks that fritters after 30 seconds.

Call me a cynical anti-PAP youth or whatever but I just have this thought.

Why waste so much money on this faithful day? (Also note that they have lots of rehearsals and a trial parade).

I have a suggestion.

To celebrate August 9th, our liberation date, why don't we excel in doing what is really needed most.

Communal bonding.

People from different races interacting and getting to know one another better.

Networking session perhaps but it can be a day where effort is placed into enhancing relationships be it with colleagues or neighbours.

Take this current scenario:

At least 5,000 people are deployed to execute the National Day parade.

For what ? To show our neighbours like Malaysia, Indonesia or even USA on how strong our military is and how unified our multi-racial citizens are?

I guess there is no need for that as we have transformed tremendously for the past few decades thank you very much.

Instead, transfer all the funds and manpower to organize events where people can meet-up, chat and relax.

For example, our President can invite a few of his mates from wherever be it Suharto or Megawati to have a simple dinner and talk about bilateral ties or whatever shit politicians do like improving the number of dustbins around MRT stations or how to make the sky even more blue and haze-free.

To conclude, I pretty much loathe National Day Parade for what it stands for.

It might symbolize a unified nation but to think about practical costs, is it really that worth it?

So many people participating in the event complain and whine and antagonize the amount of waiting and trouble that have to go through.

It might be fanciful for small kids to look at fireworks and a parade to give him the impression of Singapore One United but we all know that Singapore has been beneficial to us with a sense of warmth and comfort.

That's what Civil & Moral Education in primary and secondary school is for, right ?

Don't get me wrong, I commerate special days like Aug 9th or my birthday (Aug 31st)[get the hint again].

But to me, National day parade is just so wrong.

Cynical nationalistic practicalist,
Benjamin

Routine

I'm kinda settling down to a fixed routine.

Regular late evening jogs and staying away from fatty food, my only indulgence would be a slight sip of fizzy drink or bottled coffee.

Suprisingly, little or no contact with any friends might seem like a hermit but it's kind of refreshing somehow.

I've officially stayed away from using my mobile for more than a day or so.

So nice to have radiation frying my brain = )

In less than 10 days, a countdown for me kind of ensues.

It kinda sucks big time that my confinement period clashes with the olympics. Guess I'll have to wait another 4 years to catch the action.

I think I should rename my blog along the line of "Confessions of a Male Singaporean Shopaholic (MSS)".

Reasons being, I just saw another item that I would like to purchase. $89 I thinkesh.

Arsenal Home Jersey for 2004-2006. Would last me a good 2 years = ).

Get the hint peeps. My birthday falls on 31st august hor, so I most prob come out on the 1st or 2nd week of September, I expect showers of presents when I reach home.

Who am I kidding. All my frens are either shagging their girlfriend during their weekend break or working in banquet earning a quick buck.

It's kinda pathethic when ur bank account is barely 3 digits and your only form of window shopping is online shopping.

Speaking of online shopping, I have an ex-colleague who so adores A & F (Read abercrombie & fitch for those non-brand conformists) and she orders them through her niece studying there.

I have a mini shopping list of about $200 for A&F stuff for their new Summer 04 collection.

Guess that list will end up in the trash.

Come to think about it, most of my entries are either about shopping or about my pathethic life trying to have friends, be fit and get hooked up.

I guess I'm just another horny typical Singaporean teenager = )

And I wanted to talk about patriotism, waste of $ and manpower for National Day. I guess I'll get down to my whining in my next entry.

Counting down,
Benjamin

Let the entertainment begin

It's the me, myself and I campaign it seems.

Nobody to tag or talk for the past few days, my self-resort ways of keeping myself from dying of boredom is rather going very well thank you very much.

I think the motivation of going to army is very much there and I'm overworking my limpless body with a noon swim and a late evening run.

I just wanna get fit so I won't have to suffer.

Just to declare, I'm in the PTP batch which is the Physical Training progamme unfit aka obese aka skinny aka lazy peeps.

I failed 2 segments of my NAPFA so I didn't exactly got a silver.

Okay now that's out, you all can throw tomatoes at the weakling. Me.

"Shuns the tomatoes like Neo"

Okay now with the tomatoe bashing of the obese and unfit Ben is done, let me proceed on with the events of my day.

So in between the run and swim torture, I went to teach tuition and shopping.

As broke as I am like Becky Bloomwood (Read Sophie Kinsella's shopaholic series), I still venture out to the jungles of the retail amazon.

Yesterday, upon seeing the Tangs Sale on the newspaper, without further a due, I huff off with my NETS card to Expo to those big halls.

Horrors of horrors. It turned out I was a blind bat and the sale was at Suntec.

I never felt so dumb in my life.

There was a Giant (supermarket) sale but I avoided that. Me fighting with hordes of ah sohs isn't a pretty sight for discounted 50cents off Nutella.

It's all in the details baby. And it seems I didn't read the fine print of the ad.

Okay fine, the print was as big as font size 24. Read above where I told ya I was a stupid bat.

So today, after my swim (with a nice tan to boot = P), I went to Suntec and I just wanted to go see look only at the sale.

After all, I never heard C K Tang having a sale before. Never.

Robinsons, Metro or John Little, I can understand but C K Tang? This I had to see.

When I breeze past the entrance, I was astounded by the sight.

2 frigging big halls of 403 and 404 were filled with happy people grabbing and tugging $9 cookware and $15 bed linen.

The mens section was pathethic though with like a few racks and some clothing bins.

Then, I saw discounted prices of 70% and the shirts were so-so branded.

I couldn't resist and I dug like a mole through the different designs that were at the molehill in the sandpit of the clothing bin.

I guilt-ily got 3 t-shirts.

Talk about being broke and on a budget.

And honestly, I think that is and was, my second last shopping trip.

My last shopping trip is to NTUC or Shop n Save to get muesli bars or choco bars for camp.

Since I already got ALMOST all I need (or want) for the next 2 years or so, I guess I can finally start scrimping and saving.

Yes, I'm going to save.

And in order to kick away those shopping blues, I'm just going to keep fit and just exercise.

I'm trying to channel my energy from carrying shopping bags to carrying my gut around my neighbourhood while huffing and puffing.

Fair trade?

Trim and tanned ex-sale-a-holic,
Benjamin

P.S. I'm going running & swimming everyday till my army start, if any of my frens (that is if I have any) wanna tag along, that would be wonderful. You know my number = )

Bored to tears

It's terrible being a procrastinator.

In less than 2 weeks time, I'm entering "how to be a man" phase.

And lately, I'm damn bored. Bored till I can wake up and stare in the blank air for 10 mintes before realizing how late it is. (btw, it was 11.30 am)

The good thing of being a bummer is the philosophy of own time own planning own pleasure.

But to those who know me, I'm NOT a bummer.

I always find something to do, somewhere to go, someone to kill with my sacarsm.

The agenda reflected on my filofax has been dull. The days before I enter army are filled with rather empty gaps of just numerical dates.

As relaxed as a person should be with some much time to juggle and nothing of importance to do, I'm NOT.

I'm B O R E D. With all the alphabets capitalized.

Television is boring. All episodes of Alias, Friends, Sex and the City, Smallville and the OC have been downloaded and watch. Reality shows have also reached an anti-climatic reaction from me.

Movies, swimming and shopping, those stuff are "been there, done that". Singapore can be rather boring when the aforementioned items are done in moderation.

Friends. Sigh. The most depressing part is that MOST of them have either flown off to some obscure university to study, barracided themselves inside the army barracks or muddled their hands with shitloads of work.

And I hate the remaining friends who cancel or postpone last minute appointments.

It's like you told your mum you are coming home for dinner but she decided you deserve not to have your grub.

With no social activity or friends to call when needed, that makes it a simple equation of the formula:

Ben = Bored = Thinking of how to build a time machine or tempted to call those 1900 lines on The New Paper

Thus, I have resorted to entertain myself.

My xbox have been churning electricity non-stop to feed my endless hunger for entertainment till I decided that enough 3-D is enough.

After procrastinating for so long, I have then begun to start training for my runs. And it seems I can't seem to keep up as I decrease to jaunty walks after a long distance run.

I must be getting old.

But at least, I'm prepping myself for army.

Tsk tsk, too late you say but hey, at least last minute harried preparation counts for some mileage.

I'm just trying to comfort myself. Patronise me.

So in a matter of days before hell, this will be my following agenda:

~ Pack my room which has been messy of late
~ Keep doing runs
~ Finalize army stuff and purchase all that is needed
~ Purchase Spiderman 2 soundtrack
~ Read finish "How to be your own stockbroker"*
~ Return all library books on time
~ Write a few feature articles for my school newspaper*
~ Complete the entire "Sudeki" rpg
~ Find a girlfriend*

All items are ranked according to importance.

Items marked with an asterik need not be achieved.

Oh, before I end of, lately, I have been encountering couples and friends talking about their lovelife. Their conversations and lovey dovey sweety talk has made me yearn for something I don't have.

A relationship.

= (
Benjamin

Sudeki

[[[Long blog entry]]]
It's been a while since I updated my blog.

I guess shopping frenzy has made me unwilling to share further exploits with the retail industry.
Not that there were anymore, it was just some mini shopping purchases of a few CDs and an indulgent buy of a T-shirt.

Yes, you heard me right, I'm buying copyrighted music.

In addition for the past few days, it is casual lounging around the TV with my girlfriend.

Yes, you heard me right, my girlfriend.

She's a little black box that flashes green lights and entertains me so well for hours, putting me on a high now and then.

Yes, my Xbox. And I'm bestowing it with a female status.

And I've been playing the best game in the world on it.

Being a closet gamer for a while, I'm not really active in the gaming industry because I always like to stray away from tech trends.

When everyone is playing like Counterstrike or Diablo, I often play lesser exciting games like Tic Tac Toe or Yahoo! Games.

My specific genre is with Role-playing-games, as I've been at it since 1998 since the Heroes of Might & Magic series.

The game for me NOW is Sudeki.

The graphics is amazing. The storyline is magnificent. The characters are well thought out and it is just THE BEST GAME IN THE WORLD for me.

Hence, you didn't see me blogging lately because of Sudeki (Note: the Mature rating, but have no worries, there is no soft porn from the enticing posture of the cover girl).

I've been kinda of a social recluse because I'm kinda spell-binded by the game. And I'm like stuck at a stage where I'm reloading every saved game because the robotic boss is SO damn hard to defeat and I have NO patience.

I've even decline ice skating session with frens to just stay at home. Ah the wonders of gaming.

Personally, I don't "game" that much but I guess the recent boredom has got to me lately.

On other news, my other recent splurge was giving my family a feast from my salary (which isn't much).

Hence, we headed to Carlton Hotel (1 of my clients) for dinner. I HAD to let my father try to Frutti Di Mare because he loves seafood.

The rest had buffet and overall, I felt I didn't get my $$$'s worth. Btw, the bill chalked up to $150 plus.

Photos (Lighting was dim & awful, hence yellow orange resin like pics)

The Frutti Di Mare dish. I particularly like the Bamboo clams but I think I had too much seafood for my liking.



My bro & I. We so don't look alike.



Pauline's cousin that tagged along. Who's the cute one haha?



My parents. My momma was so enthu about taking pics.

The meal was a trip. Especially to my wallet. And to the toilet.

Lastly, some personal insights to some thoughts of mine lately.

As I'm counting down to D-day at Tekong, I've been wondering a few matters about army.

- Will I "click" with anyone there?
- What if the friends I have there only listens to Techno & Trance? OMG
- Will I be able to take the discipline and rigidness?
- How is it like to be cooped there without internet?
- Do they provide newspapers there?

Argh, so many questions about what ifs and will I's.

Our gahmen make army sound so holistic when in reality, it is a waste of time when men can be out in the field (in the car, secluded park or Hotel 81) increasing our human population which is what's needed at this point of time rather than drowning inside fish tanks or having a hand blown off from a faulty grenade.

Sigh, I'm confused, bored and jaded while awaiting enlistment. I just want to get my 2 years over and done with.

I need answers and I want to move onto other important matters of my life.

Cynical teenage angst-sy citizen-about-to-be-recruit,
Benjamin