Shagged
I'm like SO tired.
Booking out early today entitles to also harsh training in the morning, as a token of appreciation what sores and blisters to wave goodbye 2004.
I'm starting to feel that I have a labourer's hands where my palms are like cracked heels and my arms are so veiny.
Yesterday, it was a navigation orientation around a large plot of land.
Least to say, I was upset to only find half of the checkpoints as I pride myself as having an in-built compass for my right brain.
But a pat on the back for my bunk buddies who endured the entire journey in wet boots and agonizing weather. We did well.
ANYWAY - BORING ARMY TALK ASIDE ...
It's the last day of 2004. Boo.
And I don't feel any remorse of the past 365 days of re-living it anyway differently.
Quite a lot of pleasant memories and some sad, have passed me by.
Mdd8, Graduation, Army, Work in an Ad agency, Falling in & out of love (when? you may ask...).
I guess looking back at it, everything like, falls into place. Of how I've grown or matured from the experiences.
I feel a gush of warmth just rekindling these thoughts.
So nice.
Okay, it's me being a fuzzy wuzzy bear. Punch me in the guts will ya.
I also noticed the fact that I did NOT travel out of the country this year.
And I also have heard the awful news of the Tsunami diaster. Yikes.
What an awful way to end the year. Heartfelt condolences to those whose lives were deeply affected by the impact.
To end off the year, I guess everyone has a resolution to make.
Refer to what I blogged last year. It will be the same every single year for me.
If you are too dumb arse lazy to click, I'll write it out here in html text.
"Live life to the fullest", "Cest la' vie" & "Carpe diem".
I apologize at using cliche phrases for my resolutions. It's so not me.
Ironic: I wore the exact same shirt for book out today and for the 2004 countdown party. Freaky.
I wonder where I should head tonight to celebrate the birth of the upcoming 2005.
Predictions of what I will be like in 2005:
I guess I will be more boring (servitude to the nation duh...), I guess I will seal up my heart even more (I'm becoming jaded...) and I guess the world doesn't look so that much optimistic for me before like it used to be (the pain of growing older...).
Sad, hopeful but still remaining a cynic for '05,
Benjamin
P.S. Customary Happy New Year to everyone who reads this blogs or knows me. May it remain happy for ya throughout the months. =o)
Friday, December 31, 2004
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Merry X'mas
(((Note: Long pent-up entry for the last fortnight or so)))
I should have blogged last week but I was swept on the tornado of weekend madness of expending whatever freedom I had.
Last weekend was filled with catching with friends and I have photos !
As I recall from last week, I had an amazing time with the conversations over my codfish pasta. Lame jokes ruled the table.
We then proceeded to a nearby lounge to carry out our silver plate of conversations over large pints of smooth German beer.
I couldn't finish mine, it was like freakin' 2 litres although I had a plenty fine share of lychee martinis from the gals.
Heck the alcohol content, martini rocks. I still can't fathom the idea on why guys like the bitter stuff that goes inside beer.
Seriously. Bitter doesn't go well down the throat. PERIOD.
With my half-dazed mood, the lot of us transferred over to my house for a rather half-sober game of light-hearted mahjong.
Fast forward to today, on what is probably the most celebrated event of the entire world.
Merry X'mas everyone and Bless your wallets
My bank account is freakingly shrinking due to presents and I'm almost down to the state of beggar-hood for every December at the rate of "generosity".
Coupled with the fact that I have mutated into a movie buff has scared me shitless.
"The World has no Thieves" , "Ocean's 12" & "Kung Fu Hustle"
Meeting the Fockers are next on my list and I'm not suprised if I'm watching it tommorrow.
And to think that about 1 years plus ago, I was strongly advocating not wasting 8 bucks on a 2 hour show of just sitting there while getting fat on popcorn.
Oh phooey. How times have evolved. I still love popcorn nontheless.
Sue me. Oh make me fat, butter popcorn.
Movies are part of my sanity now, to distance myself from the regimental life which influences my weekdays. Weekends are now for the theatres. And no qualms about spending $8.50 although I don't mind my friends treating me to some (BIG HINT).
That aside, I guess I'm having a bittersweet time in army. Training is tough but I guess I aspire to endure BSLC, overcome ASLC and end up in BMTC as an instructor.
If things really DO go my way, I can only hope for the above route.
Oh before I forget, 1 fantastic present I got from my best friend is the last 2 books of the Dan Brown collection.
"Angels & Demons" is simply marvellous and just plain good literature for the soul.
Christmas Day is derived to celebate the birth of Jesus Christ but the real month which JC was born was in March. December 25th is actually the day to worship the Sun God of the natural progression of seasons from autumn to summer.
Weird huh?
The things that we put our faith in. Hmmmm.....
I say: "Always a believer, never a follower"
In addition, my brain nucleus have been slowly reflecting on what I want to do.
Reading Dan Brown books have caught my interest in religious studies although I will ALWAYS remain non-devouted to any faith.
As said, I will only align myself to a faith if I strongly feel drawn to the strength of its followings.
But back to what I want to do in my life, some self-reflection has evolved.
I ain't somebody who will work miniscule jobs. I wanna climb up high.
I ain't somebody who will fulfill my existence by climbing mountains and doing extreme sports. I enjoy my sanctity of a well-preserved skeletal frame when I die.
I ain't somebody who will be satisfied with a job with no challenges. I wanna do something I'm interested in and puts me on the "ball".
Whether I be in advertising, law, banking or even stockbroking, that enigma remains unclear for now.
It is currently in a constant flux of debate bouncing off the hollows of my skull.
Sigh. At a point of making life decisions and I can't even decide which gravel path I shall set myself to.
I'm such a doofus.
Life is not boring. It is what I will make out of it.
- Benjamin
P.S. A X'mas present isn't something you give to somebody with the intentions of borrowing it when the receiver of the gift is done with it. Tsk tsk JM.
(((Note: Long pent-up entry for the last fortnight or so)))
I should have blogged last week but I was swept on the tornado of weekend madness of expending whatever freedom I had.
Last weekend was filled with catching with friends and I have photos !
Me looking like a faggot celebrity besides Wendy
There ain't no sun to use my shades
Pink is "in"
The 3 MJ-teers
DMC groupies ! Till Film do us cut !
As I recall from last week, I had an amazing time with the conversations over my codfish pasta. Lame jokes ruled the table.
We then proceeded to a nearby lounge to carry out our silver plate of conversations over large pints of smooth German beer.
I couldn't finish mine, it was like freakin' 2 litres although I had a plenty fine share of lychee martinis from the gals.
Heck the alcohol content, martini rocks. I still can't fathom the idea on why guys like the bitter stuff that goes inside beer.
Seriously. Bitter doesn't go well down the throat. PERIOD.
With my half-dazed mood, the lot of us transferred over to my house for a rather half-sober game of light-hearted mahjong.
Fast forward to today, on what is probably the most celebrated event of the entire world.
Merry X'mas everyone and Bless your wallets
My bank account is freakingly shrinking due to presents and I'm almost down to the state of beggar-hood for every December at the rate of "generosity".
Coupled with the fact that I have mutated into a movie buff has scared me shitless.
"The World has no Thieves" , "Ocean's 12" & "Kung Fu Hustle"
Meeting the Fockers are next on my list and I'm not suprised if I'm watching it tommorrow.
And to think that about 1 years plus ago, I was strongly advocating not wasting 8 bucks on a 2 hour show of just sitting there while getting fat on popcorn.
Oh phooey. How times have evolved. I still love popcorn nontheless.
Sue me. Oh make me fat, butter popcorn.
Movies are part of my sanity now, to distance myself from the regimental life which influences my weekdays. Weekends are now for the theatres. And no qualms about spending $8.50 although I don't mind my friends treating me to some (BIG HINT).
That aside, I guess I'm having a bittersweet time in army. Training is tough but I guess I aspire to endure BSLC, overcome ASLC and end up in BMTC as an instructor.
If things really DO go my way, I can only hope for the above route.
Oh before I forget, 1 fantastic present I got from my best friend is the last 2 books of the Dan Brown collection.
"Angels & Demons" is simply marvellous and just plain good literature for the soul.
Christmas Day is derived to celebate the birth of Jesus Christ but the real month which JC was born was in March. December 25th is actually the day to worship the Sun God of the natural progression of seasons from autumn to summer.
Weird huh?
The things that we put our faith in. Hmmmm.....
I say: "Always a believer, never a follower"
In addition, my brain nucleus have been slowly reflecting on what I want to do.
Reading Dan Brown books have caught my interest in religious studies although I will ALWAYS remain non-devouted to any faith.
As said, I will only align myself to a faith if I strongly feel drawn to the strength of its followings.
But back to what I want to do in my life, some self-reflection has evolved.
I ain't somebody who will work miniscule jobs. I wanna climb up high.
I ain't somebody who will fulfill my existence by climbing mountains and doing extreme sports. I enjoy my sanctity of a well-preserved skeletal frame when I die.
I ain't somebody who will be satisfied with a job with no challenges. I wanna do something I'm interested in and puts me on the "ball".
Whether I be in advertising, law, banking or even stockbroking, that enigma remains unclear for now.
It is currently in a constant flux of debate bouncing off the hollows of my skull.
Sigh. At a point of making life decisions and I can't even decide which gravel path I shall set myself to.
I'm such a doofus.
Life is not boring. It is what I will make out of it.
- Benjamin
P.S. A X'mas present isn't something you give to somebody with the intentions of borrowing it when the receiver of the gift is done with it. Tsk tsk JM.
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Going crazy
It's amazing to find out how slack I really have been in BMTC.
Training in SISPEC is real tough.
Morning jogs and exercise is enough to tire out my wreary skeleton and coupled with more physical exertions, it's a killer.
Not to mention after lunch lectures where your heads tend to doze off to sleep and you're struggling to keep your attention to the lessons.
On the bright side of things, I love me bunkmates.
I reckon they are a cool bunch of peeps which would work together in the field where we would be shagged and cannot think straight.
That said, I guess I'm gonna have a tough but fun time just to get the rank of corporal.
Enuff military mentionings, I'm gonna do some slight christmas wandering around town with peeps to get enough of civilisation that have been lacking in my gut lately.
Then, I'll be meeting my DMC mateys. Yay! So long never see them liao, at least can see them before Christmas would be good.
Oh, I can finally have a hairstyle. But it ain't much longer but it would do some justice for my shadow when I see it where I can see some form of a head at least.
Wahahaha. Okay I'm going mad from Jungle Fever.
Crazy liao,
Benjamin
It's amazing to find out how slack I really have been in BMTC.
Training in SISPEC is real tough.
Morning jogs and exercise is enough to tire out my wreary skeleton and coupled with more physical exertions, it's a killer.
Not to mention after lunch lectures where your heads tend to doze off to sleep and you're struggling to keep your attention to the lessons.
On the bright side of things, I love me bunkmates.
I reckon they are a cool bunch of peeps which would work together in the field where we would be shagged and cannot think straight.
That said, I guess I'm gonna have a tough but fun time just to get the rank of corporal.
Enuff military mentionings, I'm gonna do some slight christmas wandering around town with peeps to get enough of civilisation that have been lacking in my gut lately.
Then, I'll be meeting my DMC mateys. Yay! So long never see them liao, at least can see them before Christmas would be good.
Oh, I can finally have a hairstyle. But it ain't much longer but it would do some justice for my shadow when I see it where I can see some form of a head at least.
Wahahaha. Okay I'm going mad from Jungle Fever.
Crazy liao,
Benjamin
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Wishlist(s)
This could possibly be my last entry before I enter SISPEC.
Training will be siong, nights will be agonizing and rest breaks will be minimal.
But have I regretted the decision that I tick I wanna go to a commanding school.
Nope.
I believed since the initial stages of BMT, I already had set heart to be someone who will lead.
Reason being: I ain't someone who can just laze around and slack, I'm pretty hands on and won't stop working even if it is for a mundane reason.
Serving the nation for 2 complusory years is mundane enough.
Looking at some of my lazy bunkmates and their posting, I'm just sniggering at their just desserts I guess for not wanting to do "work".
At least I'll be doing something useful, exposing myself to more jungle warfare skills and interacting with wide doe-eyed new recruits when they enter the military.
That said, I'm feeling upbeat and pumped for the next phase. It ain't gonna be easy from the hearsay of rumours but I just need to grit my teeth and hold on.
The dinner meet-up with some of my army buddies yesterday was MISERABLE.
Someone who had owed me a treat didn't come, another guy was stuck at the causeway and 2 other had plans.
I'm like HELLO ! This is probably the last time you see us all together due to seperate journeys we are about to embark.
This morning was filled up with my ziploc-ing everything and tieing loose ends of the SBO with black tape. I zonked out after that because I had a runny nose and kept sleeping till now.
I didn't know sleeping was so blissful as I kept waking up and then with my tired brain coaxing me to sleep, I fell into dreamworld again.
That said, I dream that my national enlistment will be over soon and I get out to the world and earn some moolah!
I have SO MANY items I want to buy, Christmas has empowered my wallet to new heights now as I close my eyes to pay the cashier whenever I make a purchase.
I made up a Fantasy Christmas Wish List for the fun of it so here goes:
Ranked from top to bottom in no particular order:
1) A Ferrari Modena along with a driver's licence
2) An adorable Beagle puppy
3) Jeans from G-Star
4) Sony 42 inch Plasma TV
5) A new condo plonked right in the centre of Singapore aka Orchard
6) An expense-prepaid trip Around the World journey in First Class
7) A lifetime membership to all the Gyms in Singapore
8) A sailboat (wait who am I kidding, I want a Cruise liner)
9) Calvin Klein underwear & A wardrobe of suits from CK
10) A movie pass that will entitled me to watch all the movies alone in the cinema (except friends n family) till I die
Like I said, it is a FANTASY wishlist and that said the REALITY wishlist of the above would be.
1) A Ferrari Modena toy model car build to scale 1:200
2) An email with loads of cute Beagle photos
3) Jeans from Bossini
4) A Toshiba 14" Black/White TV
5) Free condominium showflat tours
6) A trip Around the World journey in our very own Singapore Science Centre
7) A SAFRA gym membership
8) A trip to East Coast Park to paddle canoes
9) Cheap pasar malam boxers and burgers from BK
10) GV Gold pass which entitles you to 10 free movies
That said, middle class aspirations will stay status quo. They will always be aspirations.
However, I do have an affordable wishlist and I shall shamelessly list it here anyway.
1) A new pair of Adidas sneakers
2) A TV for my bedroom
3) An extremly great looking frameless spectacles
4) Aviator shades !
5) A few good books to read
6) A nice pair of sandals
7) Nokia 6260
8) The entire collection of Get Fuzzy! comics
9) Freedom
10) A free get out of NS pass, No Pass Go, Get out of Confinement card
I didn't know making a list would be so much fun ! Note that I didn't put I want an iPod because I seriously don't see what is the hoo hah over a mp3 player.
Lately, music has been seriously detached from my life, but I rather have any of the things listed here than an iPod or whatever Creative has.
So I bid adieu to everyone and hope to see everyone for Christmas when I book out.
Yipeee!
Benjamin
This could possibly be my last entry before I enter SISPEC.
Training will be siong, nights will be agonizing and rest breaks will be minimal.
But have I regretted the decision that I tick I wanna go to a commanding school.
Nope.
I believed since the initial stages of BMT, I already had set heart to be someone who will lead.
Reason being: I ain't someone who can just laze around and slack, I'm pretty hands on and won't stop working even if it is for a mundane reason.
Serving the nation for 2 complusory years is mundane enough.
Looking at some of my lazy bunkmates and their posting, I'm just sniggering at their just desserts I guess for not wanting to do "work".
At least I'll be doing something useful, exposing myself to more jungle warfare skills and interacting with wide doe-eyed new recruits when they enter the military.
That said, I'm feeling upbeat and pumped for the next phase. It ain't gonna be easy from the hearsay of rumours but I just need to grit my teeth and hold on.
The dinner meet-up with some of my army buddies yesterday was MISERABLE.
Someone who had owed me a treat didn't come, another guy was stuck at the causeway and 2 other had plans.
I'm like HELLO ! This is probably the last time you see us all together due to seperate journeys we are about to embark.
This morning was filled up with my ziploc-ing everything and tieing loose ends of the SBO with black tape. I zonked out after that because I had a runny nose and kept sleeping till now.
I didn't know sleeping was so blissful as I kept waking up and then with my tired brain coaxing me to sleep, I fell into dreamworld again.
That said, I dream that my national enlistment will be over soon and I get out to the world and earn some moolah!
I have SO MANY items I want to buy, Christmas has empowered my wallet to new heights now as I close my eyes to pay the cashier whenever I make a purchase.
I made up a Fantasy Christmas Wish List for the fun of it so here goes:
Ranked from top to bottom in no particular order:
1) A Ferrari Modena along with a driver's licence
2) An adorable Beagle puppy
3) Jeans from G-Star
4) Sony 42 inch Plasma TV
5) A new condo plonked right in the centre of Singapore aka Orchard
6) An expense-prepaid trip Around the World journey in First Class
7) A lifetime membership to all the Gyms in Singapore
8) A sailboat (wait who am I kidding, I want a Cruise liner)
9) Calvin Klein underwear & A wardrobe of suits from CK
10) A movie pass that will entitled me to watch all the movies alone in the cinema (except friends n family) till I die
Like I said, it is a FANTASY wishlist and that said the REALITY wishlist of the above would be.
1) A Ferrari Modena toy model car build to scale 1:200
2) An email with loads of cute Beagle photos
3) Jeans from Bossini
4) A Toshiba 14" Black/White TV
5) Free condominium showflat tours
6) A trip Around the World journey in our very own Singapore Science Centre
7) A SAFRA gym membership
8) A trip to East Coast Park to paddle canoes
9) Cheap pasar malam boxers and burgers from BK
10) GV Gold pass which entitles you to 10 free movies
That said, middle class aspirations will stay status quo. They will always be aspirations.
However, I do have an affordable wishlist and I shall shamelessly list it here anyway.
1) A new pair of Adidas sneakers
2) A TV for my bedroom
3) An extremly great looking frameless spectacles
4) Aviator shades !
5) A few good books to read
6) A nice pair of sandals
7) Nokia 6260
8) The entire collection of Get Fuzzy! comics
9) Freedom
10) A free get out of NS pass, No Pass Go, Get out of Confinement card
I didn't know making a list would be so much fun ! Note that I didn't put I want an iPod because I seriously don't see what is the hoo hah over a mp3 player.
Lately, music has been seriously detached from my life, but I rather have any of the things listed here than an iPod or whatever Creative has.
So I bid adieu to everyone and hope to see everyone for Christmas when I book out.
Yipeee!
Benjamin
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Stupendous
I got my posting and I'm heading to SISPEC !
Yes me is going to be trained to be a Sargeant. Training will be shiong so for the 6 months or so, I apologize for the dissappearance from the blogging world.
Rumours foretold to me that people there book out REAL late and have to book in REAL early, there will not be sufficient rest for the trainees and basically, be prepared for training in hell. Chiong SUA in jungles EVERYDAY.
I guess I have to take it a step at a time. I'm really looking forward to torture.
That said. My morning was filled with me doing dirty work.
Cleaning my army SBO, boots and helmet. After the posting news broke out, it seem I automatically became a robot and just synchronize my actions to pack my stuff in preparation for the coming day to SISPEC.
With a message left on my blog from my ex-colleage, Michy, I dashed out of the door for lunch.
She's like my bitchy partner at work. Although we have different roles, I enjoy having lunch with her because conversation topics would stray from absurdness to bizzaro.
We like to pick on one another's fault and then talk office politics. She's like the best friend that I don't talk very often due to different lifestyles.
Anyway, I went back to my old advertising agency to meet up with Michy and bump into my bosses and other colleagues.
General comment: Ben is a skinny skeleton that has just come out from the oven.
Sigh.
Anyway, Michy and me then had a very long lunch as we talk about the happenings of what happened at the Agency while I was away and the unhappening things in our lives.
Photos of when I was in the Agency : (when I had hair...)
My colleagues then. The lunch bunch gang.
Yes, I know what you buggers have to say. Michy and me look like an endearing couple.
But behind hidden that still frame of photo, our sharp claws were itching to dig one another eyeballs out. Haha! We should meet up more often, Michelle. = )
So after lunch. I headed to the depths of the shopping jungle.
That's right. I fell right into the trap of the marketers.
I went X'mas shopping.
Met up with Irene and Vernon, started from Zara (Borders) all the way to Heeren, I manage to get my family something.
Except for my mom and I want to bring her go Shoe Shopping at Charles & Keith.
My expenditure totalled up to $200. That's like 70% of my month's salary.
But I think it's worth it lah since X'mas happens once a year and also, I made purchases for the long term.
Got meself two polos & a pair of jeans, kinda the official civillian uniform for future sergants to be.
Meet up with Eugene & Max for dinner and we talk about our own army days. Irene went home first because she couldn't stand the testorone talk (kidding... she was tired).
I didn't know Army talk could last for such a long period of time but we kept chatting about our posting, BMTC days and whatever funny memories we all had.
Went to Selegie Rd Tow Huay to continue Man's talk and the Buddy Bashing session began. I won the unanimous award of having the worst buddy ever.
Barely making it home by 12 midnight, I'm shagged with all that shopping and talking.
But it has been unbelivable. And it has been a stupendous day.
Meeting up old pals, shopping and bitching has certainly made it a stupdendous 24 hrs for moi.
Nothing can ever add up to today unless you could have included a mahjong session. But hey, I can't complain, I'm already perked up for all the good things that happen today.
With two more full days left to the elevator straight to hell, I guess I have to treasure whatever I have left (Freedom is the operative idea here).
Oh, talked to long lost project mate Felicia went I came online. So nice to hear from her again. Gonna meet up k Miss Feli.
It really has been a fabulous day for me.
Free, Carefree & Happy as Big Bird from Sesame Street,
Benjamin
I got my posting and I'm heading to SISPEC !
Yes me is going to be trained to be a Sargeant. Training will be shiong so for the 6 months or so, I apologize for the dissappearance from the blogging world.
Rumours foretold to me that people there book out REAL late and have to book in REAL early, there will not be sufficient rest for the trainees and basically, be prepared for training in hell. Chiong SUA in jungles EVERYDAY.
I guess I have to take it a step at a time. I'm really looking forward to torture.
That said. My morning was filled with me doing dirty work.
Cleaning my army SBO, boots and helmet. After the posting news broke out, it seem I automatically became a robot and just synchronize my actions to pack my stuff in preparation for the coming day to SISPEC.
With a message left on my blog from my ex-colleage, Michy, I dashed out of the door for lunch.
She's like my bitchy partner at work. Although we have different roles, I enjoy having lunch with her because conversation topics would stray from absurdness to bizzaro.
We like to pick on one another's fault and then talk office politics. She's like the best friend that I don't talk very often due to different lifestyles.
Anyway, I went back to my old advertising agency to meet up with Michy and bump into my bosses and other colleagues.
General comment: Ben is a skinny skeleton that has just come out from the oven.
Sigh.
Anyway, Michy and me then had a very long lunch as we talk about the happenings of what happened at the Agency while I was away and the unhappening things in our lives.
Photos of when I was in the Agency : (when I had hair...)
My colleagues then. The lunch bunch gang.
Yes, I know what you buggers have to say. Michy and me look like an endearing couple.
But behind hidden that still frame of photo, our sharp claws were itching to dig one another eyeballs out. Haha! We should meet up more often, Michelle. = )
So after lunch. I headed to the depths of the shopping jungle.
That's right. I fell right into the trap of the marketers.
I went X'mas shopping.
Met up with Irene and Vernon, started from Zara (Borders) all the way to Heeren, I manage to get my family something.
Except for my mom and I want to bring her go Shoe Shopping at Charles & Keith.
My expenditure totalled up to $200. That's like 70% of my month's salary.
But I think it's worth it lah since X'mas happens once a year and also, I made purchases for the long term.
Got meself two polos & a pair of jeans, kinda the official civillian uniform for future sergants to be.
Meet up with Eugene & Max for dinner and we talk about our own army days. Irene went home first because she couldn't stand the testorone talk (kidding... she was tired).
I didn't know Army talk could last for such a long period of time but we kept chatting about our posting, BMTC days and whatever funny memories we all had.
Went to Selegie Rd Tow Huay to continue Man's talk and the Buddy Bashing session began. I won the unanimous award of having the worst buddy ever.
Barely making it home by 12 midnight, I'm shagged with all that shopping and talking.
But it has been unbelivable. And it has been a stupendous day.
Meeting up old pals, shopping and bitching has certainly made it a stupdendous 24 hrs for moi.
Nothing can ever add up to today unless you could have included a mahjong session. But hey, I can't complain, I'm already perked up for all the good things that happen today.
With two more full days left to the elevator straight to hell, I guess I have to treasure whatever I have left (Freedom is the operative idea here).
Oh, talked to long lost project mate Felicia went I came online. So nice to hear from her again. Gonna meet up k Miss Feli.
It really has been a fabulous day for me.
Free, Carefree & Happy as Big Bird from Sesame Street,
Benjamin
Friday, December 10, 2004
In a state of freedom & comfort
I got 3 topics of discussion before I go take my snooze but before I jump into that, I just have to say this.
I LOVE FREEDOM. THE FREEDOM TO ROAM, SLEEP AND EAT ANYTHING YOU WANT WITHOUT BEING STUCK TO A ROUTINE.
That said, national service looms right ahead as my block leave is veering off the corner and back to me wearing the green suit. Sigh ...
First off, I'm back from the theatre after watching National Treasure.
Once again, I applaud the compelling storyline and the personalities that engrossed me. Definetly worth the $7.50.
Makes me want to be a historian or a symbologist like Robert Langdon from 'The Da Vinci Code'.
I want to own part of that wonderful TREASURE : ) It would be a nice dream to swim in a sea of gold coins.
Second off: Call me crazy but I have now shamelessly advertised myself on a dating website.
I might reek of desperatness in finding relationships but lemme scrutinize the situation matter.
Me = Army = No contact with gals = Next Best Logical Answer = Advertize myself shamelessly
Frankly speaking, I was really just plain bored the whole day and was reading emails when I stumble to the newsletter of the notorious dating website which has been emailing EVERY week.
Guess their persistence paid off and I, as bored as can be, decided to write a long profile of what I look for in gals, my preferences and such...
Okay, you can call me the ultimate loser as such but hey, I made a bold step up the staircase of TRYING to expand my social circle.
On my third point, whilst on my way to the cinema on the bus ride, an incident happened.
Some 16 yr old kid was staring at me. For god know what reason. He just purchased something from Crumpler and there he was trying to look good with his goofy cap and iPod earpiece for all to see.
There I was just in a cap to cover my growing crown and my favourite quiksilver blue jacket and jeans outfit.
It came to my utter realization that I used to be like this kid.
Into gizmos and trying to look good. The phrase would be 'dressed to impress'.
I know in life, we go through different phases. It is my pleasure to acknowldege in this blog that I no longer am the dress to impress others adolescent anymore.
I'm at the 'Dressed for subtlety and character' phase. That means dress my own style like in more comfort i.e. tee n jeans.
No more swanky jewellery, big blast out lout branded t-shirts and caps. Just plain ol' me. I guess it's the state of where you know where you belong. You can't care less of the world's existence.
>>> As of 2 am <<<
Just had a pretty dumb convo, will talk more about it tmr.
More photos of my army days as a recruit !
Optimistic & hopeful for a less torturous vocation,
Benjamin
I got 3 topics of discussion before I go take my snooze but before I jump into that, I just have to say this.
I LOVE FREEDOM. THE FREEDOM TO ROAM, SLEEP AND EAT ANYTHING YOU WANT WITHOUT BEING STUCK TO A ROUTINE.
That said, national service looms right ahead as my block leave is veering off the corner and back to me wearing the green suit. Sigh ...
First off, I'm back from the theatre after watching National Treasure.
Once again, I applaud the compelling storyline and the personalities that engrossed me. Definetly worth the $7.50.
Makes me want to be a historian or a symbologist like Robert Langdon from 'The Da Vinci Code'.
I want to own part of that wonderful TREASURE : ) It would be a nice dream to swim in a sea of gold coins.
Second off: Call me crazy but I have now shamelessly advertised myself on a dating website.
I might reek of desperatness in finding relationships but lemme scrutinize the situation matter.
Me = Army = No contact with gals = Next Best Logical Answer = Advertize myself shamelessly
Frankly speaking, I was really just plain bored the whole day and was reading emails when I stumble to the newsletter of the notorious dating website which has been emailing EVERY week.
Guess their persistence paid off and I, as bored as can be, decided to write a long profile of what I look for in gals, my preferences and such...
Okay, you can call me the ultimate loser as such but hey, I made a bold step up the staircase of TRYING to expand my social circle.
On my third point, whilst on my way to the cinema on the bus ride, an incident happened.
Some 16 yr old kid was staring at me. For god know what reason. He just purchased something from Crumpler and there he was trying to look good with his goofy cap and iPod earpiece for all to see.
There I was just in a cap to cover my growing crown and my favourite quiksilver blue jacket and jeans outfit.
It came to my utter realization that I used to be like this kid.
Into gizmos and trying to look good. The phrase would be 'dressed to impress'.
I know in life, we go through different phases. It is my pleasure to acknowldege in this blog that I no longer am the dress to impress others adolescent anymore.
I'm at the 'Dressed for subtlety and character' phase. That means dress my own style like in more comfort i.e. tee n jeans.
No more swanky jewellery, big blast out lout branded t-shirts and caps. Just plain ol' me. I guess it's the state of where you know where you belong. You can't care less of the world's existence.
>>> As of 2 am <<<
Just had a pretty dumb convo, will talk more about it tmr.
More photos of my army days as a recruit !
Optimistic & hopeful for a less torturous vocation,
Benjamin
Thursday, December 09, 2004
My Army Pals
Let me rehash abit of my BMT days before I forget them.
I have two very close army pals of mine which I enjoyed my army days with.
Cork is Me, Dork is Alexis and Mork is Ivana. (Names were change to protect the innocent once again :P)
Together. We are the LemonPuff Boys.
Okay that sounded very gay but hey, that phrase didn't catch on anyway in the platoon.
We got along very well because we were the studious ones in the bunk, always there to self-volunteer or the active peeps doing the area cleaning.
Let me start with Dork. He got this nick because of his goofy hairstyle that truly looked like a Dork pre-NS days.
From the looks of things, he is a sentimental guy where you can see him hug his handphone to sleep with his gf on the line.
We discuss loads of things together and the most unforgettable memory is when we kena weekend guard duty for lazy people who decided not to turn up and we had to be their innocent replacements.
Down the guard duty path, we chat from dawn till dusk till dawn about our primary school days, the gals we use to date, our formative years after NS, just to kill time to protect our lovely island of Tekong.
He's truly a buddy to me but the only damn thing is I wish for is to get him a NEW HANDPHONE. He always seems uncontactable half the time and my M1 line is wasted calling directly to 6 seconds of his voice mail 90% of the time.
SO IRRITATING ! But other than that, he has no flaws for the last 3 months that I've seen him.
Then, we come to Mr Mork. OR Mr Potato. OR Mr Tall and Useless. He's the Mr Nice Guy around because you never see him whine or complain or just about laze around.
I think it's my fortune to meet someone like him because you can see he's the guy that friends can count on (or so I presume so).
BTW, he's the one who found out about my blog and he's the one who fucked me unneccessarily because I TOOK HIS BLOODY TREE. I will NEVER EVER FORGET that incident.
The ironic fact about me and Ivana is that we were born on the same day, have the same signature, our front left tooth looks like we have genes of a rabbit and somehow have similar thoughts like those telepathic twins.
Only thing though, he still has a child in him as he goes a lil wanky over 'Mr Big Bear' and 'Lego Bionicle' stuff. BTW, I pity him because he has a girlfriend who spends money like the river.
I, on the other hand, is a jaded fool who is cynical about world peace and questions when are the aliens ever gonna invade us.
The three of us, three total strangers who were physically weak then, but now, I guess all of us have reached a certain standard of fitness. It would be amazing this Friday once the posting order gets out and we end up in the same place.
Maybe there, we can popularize the phrase of 'LemonPuff Boys', one more time.
Cheerio,
Benjamin
Let me rehash abit of my BMT days before I forget them.
I have two very close army pals of mine which I enjoyed my army days with.
Cork is Me, Dork is Alexis and Mork is Ivana. (Names were change to protect the innocent once again :P)
Together. We are the LemonPuff Boys.
Okay that sounded very gay but hey, that phrase didn't catch on anyway in the platoon.
We got along very well because we were the studious ones in the bunk, always there to self-volunteer or the active peeps doing the area cleaning.
Let me start with Dork. He got this nick because of his goofy hairstyle that truly looked like a Dork pre-NS days.
From the looks of things, he is a sentimental guy where you can see him hug his handphone to sleep with his gf on the line.
We discuss loads of things together and the most unforgettable memory is when we kena weekend guard duty for lazy people who decided not to turn up and we had to be their innocent replacements.
Down the guard duty path, we chat from dawn till dusk till dawn about our primary school days, the gals we use to date, our formative years after NS, just to kill time to protect our lovely island of Tekong.
He's truly a buddy to me but the only damn thing is I wish for is to get him a NEW HANDPHONE. He always seems uncontactable half the time and my M1 line is wasted calling directly to 6 seconds of his voice mail 90% of the time.
SO IRRITATING ! But other than that, he has no flaws for the last 3 months that I've seen him.
Then, we come to Mr Mork. OR Mr Potato. OR Mr Tall and Useless. He's the Mr Nice Guy around because you never see him whine or complain or just about laze around.
I think it's my fortune to meet someone like him because you can see he's the guy that friends can count on (or so I presume so).
BTW, he's the one who found out about my blog and he's the one who fucked me unneccessarily because I TOOK HIS BLOODY TREE. I will NEVER EVER FORGET that incident.
The ironic fact about me and Ivana is that we were born on the same day, have the same signature, our front left tooth looks like we have genes of a rabbit and somehow have similar thoughts like those telepathic twins.
Only thing though, he still has a child in him as he goes a lil wanky over 'Mr Big Bear' and 'Lego Bionicle' stuff. BTW, I pity him because he has a girlfriend who spends money like the river.
I, on the other hand, is a jaded fool who is cynical about world peace and questions when are the aliens ever gonna invade us.
The three of us, three total strangers who were physically weak then, but now, I guess all of us have reached a certain standard of fitness. It would be amazing this Friday once the posting order gets out and we end up in the same place.
Maybe there, we can popularize the phrase of 'LemonPuff Boys', one more time.
Cheerio,
Benjamin
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
My right to voice
It's a little unnerving to know that people you know know even more about you through reading your blog.
One of my Army buddy, Ivana (not his real name) stumbled onto my blog thru another blog.
Assuming I didn't know, he would then pass the hyperlink to Alexis (note all names from now on are changed to protect their real identity).
What if Alexis tells my buddy? I-Sprained-My-Ankle-And-I-Can't-Go-To-The-Window-To-Take-My-Own-Shirt-But-Can-Do-IPPT-Idiot.
Frankly, I fuck care if anybody I offended in this blog reads it and know that I'm talking such bad stuff about them.
I for one have an opinion and I can voice it in any given channels I have. It is up to the discerning reader to comprehend what I say is bias or just plain BULLSHIT.
BTW, I did not write this because Ivana saw my blog and told me about it but it just occured to me.
What if? What if people I offended read my blog and says "Hey, that's me my fren/buddy/stranger is talking about."
I think my only curt and honest reply would be if I saw my name or something written about me would be "Everyone's entitled to their own opinion."
Unless what I see written about me is drastically biased to the opinion of absurdness along the line like "Benjamin trims his armpit hair with a parang" or "Benjamin is going to be the next president", I would then violently object.
But in any case, any form of feedback to the writer would still be futile. It will just end up like a childish catfight of words with two different viewpoints.
All that said and done, I have this to say to Ivana.
"You can have your bloody tree. Don't fuck me because you mistakenly took my tree."(Private joke...)
Mr Cork to Mr Mork,
Benjamin
It's a little unnerving to know that people you know know even more about you through reading your blog.
One of my Army buddy, Ivana (not his real name) stumbled onto my blog thru another blog.
Assuming I didn't know, he would then pass the hyperlink to Alexis (note all names from now on are changed to protect their real identity).
What if Alexis tells my buddy? I-Sprained-My-Ankle-And-I-Can't-Go-To-The-Window-To-Take-My-Own-Shirt-But-Can-Do-IPPT-Idiot.
Frankly, I fuck care if anybody I offended in this blog reads it and know that I'm talking such bad stuff about them.
I for one have an opinion and I can voice it in any given channels I have. It is up to the discerning reader to comprehend what I say is bias or just plain BULLSHIT.
BTW, I did not write this because Ivana saw my blog and told me about it but it just occured to me.
What if? What if people I offended read my blog and says "Hey, that's me my fren/buddy/stranger is talking about."
I think my only curt and honest reply would be if I saw my name or something written about me would be "Everyone's entitled to their own opinion."
Unless what I see written about me is drastically biased to the opinion of absurdness along the line like "Benjamin trims his armpit hair with a parang" or "Benjamin is going to be the next president", I would then violently object.
But in any case, any form of feedback to the writer would still be futile. It will just end up like a childish catfight of words with two different viewpoints.
All that said and done, I have this to say to Ivana.
"You can have your bloody tree. Don't fuck me because you mistakenly took my tree."(Private joke...)
Mr Cork to Mr Mork,
Benjamin
Shrunken !
It only came to my realization today at the mirror of what I have become.
Yes, Ladies and Gentleman, I've shrunk myself.
Yes, after training in the wilds and training for IPPT, I'm close to what you would liken what you spit out after chewing your chicken wings.
On Monday when I went for a medical check-up, my fats composition was 'Normal' but my skeletal frame could use some 'muscle'.
Ideal weight for my height ?
I need 10 more Kilograms.
I need to be 68kg. Well I used to be that WEIGHT before I entered 3 months of hell.
Needless to say, I'm rather horrified.
Not from the fact that I need 10 kg to be considered 'ideal' but as I looked into the mirror today just trying to be a narcissitic arse before I zoomed out of the home, I notice one discerning fact.
My t-shirt was too BIG for me.
My sleeves covered my elbows and my collar is practically droopy. I was flabbergasted.
I'm now a 'Small'.
If I was a woman, I would be heaving my breasts for joy. But I ain't menstrual so I don't think any GUY would be gleeful with a downsize.
I'm no more a 'Medium'.
I need to get fat. Like real fat. Becoz 90% of my brain (not fats) says I'll end up in Sispec and most prob, I will get to look like one of the poster child for some Africa starvation programmes.
In need of help (mass),
Benjamin
It only came to my realization today at the mirror of what I have become.
Yes, Ladies and Gentleman, I've shrunk myself.
Yes, after training in the wilds and training for IPPT, I'm close to what you would liken what you spit out after chewing your chicken wings.
On Monday when I went for a medical check-up, my fats composition was 'Normal' but my skeletal frame could use some 'muscle'.
Ideal weight for my height ?
I need 10 more Kilograms.
I need to be 68kg. Well I used to be that WEIGHT before I entered 3 months of hell.
Needless to say, I'm rather horrified.
Not from the fact that I need 10 kg to be considered 'ideal' but as I looked into the mirror today just trying to be a narcissitic arse before I zoomed out of the home, I notice one discerning fact.
My t-shirt was too BIG for me.
My sleeves covered my elbows and my collar is practically droopy. I was flabbergasted.
I'm now a 'Small'.
If I was a woman, I would be heaving my breasts for joy. But I ain't menstrual so I don't think any GUY would be gleeful with a downsize.
I'm no more a 'Medium'.
I need to get fat. Like real fat. Becoz 90% of my brain (not fats) says I'll end up in Sispec and most prob, I will get to look like one of the poster child for some Africa starvation programmes.
In need of help (mass),
Benjamin
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Awakening
Yes, I finally broke my procrastination streak and got my arse off to Jurong to fix my lappie's keyboard.
Somehow, the cable was wonky and the technical staff there cannot deduce it to "too much physical pressure" or "overheating".
What the heck. I repaired it and paid 52 bucks. No complaints. I got my best friend back. = )
In this few days of block leave, I'm gonna do the following:
- Sort and clear all army rubbish neatly into my duffel bag
- Go Bowling
- Go Wild Wild Wet with my army pals
- Maintain my fitness by going to gym/jogging(twice)
- Avoid Chocolate at all costs
- Binge only ONCE at Marche or some buffet place until end of '04
- Sleep until 11 am, just nice for lunch
Call me crazy but I guess I like to list my next step of actions for the coming week or so. I'm an organized freako.
Btw, I'll also get my posting this Friday and high chance is that I'll end up in SISPEC (Suffer in Silence Plus Endless Confinement).
It also has come to my realization that I'm an insufferable whiner already.
For the last 4 months or so in army, my blog entries have been about complaints and boring updates or so. That is like so not me post-poly student.
Where has my opinion, stance and voice gone to ? I have been inexplicitly suppressed by the narrow-minded conditioning of the army regimental training.
That's it. I'm now going to sound out more.
Be it about my boring as banana love life or how I view life jadedly (such a word???).
Because on the boring train journey back, I reflect again on the meaning of life.
Before you say, there he goes again, let me explain again.
I was thinking what is the value of working so hard and earning so much money to get a house & car, support a family and then die.
I have the inkling of earn what I spent, save enough till I die, and let my offspring get none of my inheritance except the house and the expiring COE car.
I think that's the best way of living because you'll then spent all your money on enjoyment because you EARNED it.
Well, that's my way of looking at it. The meaning of MY life is to enjoy whatever you have of it thru pampering yourself.
Note: Benjamin is a selfish brat and he's aware of that fact.
I guess this marks a new milestone of my new line of thinking.
Benjamin
Yes, I finally broke my procrastination streak and got my arse off to Jurong to fix my lappie's keyboard.
Somehow, the cable was wonky and the technical staff there cannot deduce it to "too much physical pressure" or "overheating".
What the heck. I repaired it and paid 52 bucks. No complaints. I got my best friend back. = )
In this few days of block leave, I'm gonna do the following:
- Sort and clear all army rubbish neatly into my duffel bag
- Go Bowling
- Go Wild Wild Wet with my army pals
- Maintain my fitness by going to gym/jogging(twice)
- Avoid Chocolate at all costs
- Binge only ONCE at Marche or some buffet place until end of '04
- Sleep until 11 am, just nice for lunch
Call me crazy but I guess I like to list my next step of actions for the coming week or so. I'm an organized freako.
Btw, I'll also get my posting this Friday and high chance is that I'll end up in SISPEC (Suffer in Silence Plus Endless Confinement).
It also has come to my realization that I'm an insufferable whiner already.
For the last 4 months or so in army, my blog entries have been about complaints and boring updates or so. That is like so not me post-poly student.
Where has my opinion, stance and voice gone to ? I have been inexplicitly suppressed by the narrow-minded conditioning of the army regimental training.
That's it. I'm now going to sound out more.
Be it about my boring as banana love life or how I view life jadedly (such a word???).
Because on the boring train journey back, I reflect again on the meaning of life.
Before you say, there he goes again, let me explain again.
I was thinking what is the value of working so hard and earning so much money to get a house & car, support a family and then die.
I have the inkling of earn what I spent, save enough till I die, and let my offspring get none of my inheritance except the house and the expiring COE car.
I think that's the best way of living because you'll then spent all your money on enjoyment because you EARNED it.
Well, that's my way of looking at it. The meaning of MY life is to enjoy whatever you have of it thru pampering yourself.
Note: Benjamin is a selfish brat and he's aware of that fact.
I guess this marks a new milestone of my new line of thinking.
Benjamin
Friday, December 03, 2004
10 days of Freedom
Now. If you all were wondering where last week's update was, you only can blame one person.
Lady Luck who refuse so much as to flash her boobs or fart at me.
I was like SO SUAY last week.
My lunch was eaten by birds, got called up to be weekend guard duty replacement, kena platoon i/c AND my laptop keyboard is spoilt.
Hence, I'm blogging from my best friend's house now.
I'm gonna go early in the morning all the way to Jurong to get my lappie fixed somehow. I need my daily NET fix.
By the way, I'm freed from Tekong and have a 10 day respite from drinking spiked island water.
I don't know where I'll be posted to but most prob will be back to Tekong to train to become a Sargeant where my next 5 months will be a MISERY !
But before I dwell on that misery, I guess I just wanna relax myself before I recognize my time is due for the torture rack.
So after the graduation parade, I had a good dinner packing my stomach at Pastamania before viewing 'The Incredibles'(Yeah, i know I'm slow).
I just hope to get back to the normal swing of life aka no more bad things befallen upon me ANYMORE for the next 10 days.
I had already enough. I have decided I shall go buy Toto or 4-D because if my luck is that bad, it will bound to shoot back up to positive-hood.
Oh, and I heard Taufik won Singapore Idol. Well, better a mascara looking guy than a J-rock band impersonator I guess.
The only good thing I pray for now is that my keyboard can be repaired with little or no fuss. I NEED ALL THE LUCK IN THE WORLD.
Newly promoted Private,
Benjamin
Now. If you all were wondering where last week's update was, you only can blame one person.
Lady Luck who refuse so much as to flash her boobs or fart at me.
I was like SO SUAY last week.
My lunch was eaten by birds, got called up to be weekend guard duty replacement, kena platoon i/c AND my laptop keyboard is spoilt.
Hence, I'm blogging from my best friend's house now.
I'm gonna go early in the morning all the way to Jurong to get my lappie fixed somehow. I need my daily NET fix.
By the way, I'm freed from Tekong and have a 10 day respite from drinking spiked island water.
I don't know where I'll be posted to but most prob will be back to Tekong to train to become a Sargeant where my next 5 months will be a MISERY !
But before I dwell on that misery, I guess I just wanna relax myself before I recognize my time is due for the torture rack.
So after the graduation parade, I had a good dinner packing my stomach at Pastamania before viewing 'The Incredibles'(Yeah, i know I'm slow).
I just hope to get back to the normal swing of life aka no more bad things befallen upon me ANYMORE for the next 10 days.
I had already enough. I have decided I shall go buy Toto or 4-D because if my luck is that bad, it will bound to shoot back up to positive-hood.
Oh, and I heard Taufik won Singapore Idol. Well, better a mascara looking guy than a J-rock band impersonator I guess.
The only good thing I pray for now is that my keyboard can be repaired with little or no fuss. I NEED ALL THE LUCK IN THE WORLD.
Newly promoted Private,
Benjamin
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