Waking up as a Leader
Back fron the hantu jungles in Tekong once more.
Completed SIT test which is a test of whether you can make it as a leader.
I think I just did O K. Not sure how and by what I'll be assessed by but frankly, I don't give a damn.
I had fun doing the challenges. It's like Survivor tribal immunity only this time, you can be shot by a sniper, hanging off a cliff of 10m height or suspended on muddy logs.
FYI, I have a sudden interest to be a pilot.
Before you laugh your balls or your knockers off. You all must be thinking.
How can BEN be a PILOT ?
Let me reason. BEN likes to FLY if you all don't know that, BEN likes to go where the WIND blows and BEN likes to get gun down by MISSLES.
Well, somehow, plans of me going to the advertising industry has taken a turnstill and I'm thinking of diverting to work as a CIVIL SERVANT.
OMG - Ben working for the SINGAPORE GAHMEN. I must be an infiltrator or spy for some foreign gahmen.
Which BTW, I don't mind too since I like what Jennifer Garner does on Alias so for what it's worth, I would love to be that sneaky little idiot that prodes around sensitive information and carry out Mission Impossible stuff.
Okay, I'm getting a little out of hand.
Back to topic. Me = Pilot.
The possibility is there. I've did the test and I'm going for my medical on Monday. So if I pass the medical, pass the interview stage and I should be almost there.
(((Sing R Kelly "I Believe I Can Fly")))
On other Bitchy Ben news, my buddy has not bathe for the last two days for some unknown reasons.
He has a dartboard on his back because this morning, he shitted and it was like really ugly and he dare not admit he had "artillier-ized" the bowl.
On news about meself, I've found a newfound sense of discpline of waking up at 530 am to brush my teeth and shit so as to avoid the crowd no matter how tired I am.
I'm gonna meet my DMC buddies later for movie, I've been wishing for a break/breather for god knows when, good thing is I won't return to the jungle in the next month or so and that's good enough.
Barely have 24 hours to spend it on leisure, I have to treasure it hard.
Movie-goer & Buffet-shark,
Ben
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Sunday, October 24, 2004
A Month of Disappearance!
I'm back and alive again.
For friends who thought I went to the grave, sorry to dissappoint ya.
A quick recap for what has happened to me for this one month:
- I caught a terrible viral fever that knocked me out for a week or so
- Attended my brother's wedding
- Survived a 6 days Field camp in the midst of the Tekong jungle
As you can see, all these took place during my weekends and hence, no updates on this bloggie.
The viral fever was so serious that it involved an ambulance and Changi General Hospital.
My stay was brief though, for 2 hours. I felt mistreated there as the doctor just brushed it off.
CMON, I had a CONCUSSION. Since I lost all my senses and fell into a black daze where I can hear only voices and nothing else.
But all that said and done, I'm still fine but I still have a flammatory cough.
WHICH I GOT IT FROM MY BUDDY.
You know, my buddy has yet to recovered from his fever cum cough cum whatever shit he is still being sick with.
First day of Field camp, my body was ready to tahan the upcoming 5 days of strenuous activities with the lack of proper food, sleep and bath but NO.
I say there is no GOD because my buddy kept COUGHING the fucking entire night.
So instead of me having a lack of proper sleep, I had NO NO NO sleep at all.
FYI, his cough can mimic those old fogeys 80 yr old ++ on their death beds spitting out the last ba kwa stuck in their throat from stuffing themselves from New year goodies.
Hence, I got infected, AGAIN on day 3 or 4 and I tahan my clenched fist from flying to the other side of the basha.
BTW, a basha is a tent, only much more smaller and I SO much prefer to sleep on open ground regardless of rain, snow or slate falling on me.
I cared about needing more fresh oxygen during my sleep than hit by a meteor shower.
ANYWAY, my buddy dare backstabbed me and tell some people whom he went to pee pee to the bushes with that I'm SLOW and SELFISH and not SUPPORTIVE.
"Bashing buddy session alert" - Surf to next webpage if you do not want to read my aggression.
YOU FUCKING CHEE BYE BUDDY. You are the SLOW one. When everyone is eating their ration, you are still doing you powder bath. When I already slept, you have not even packed your field pack for the next day. You are always the last fell to fall in for our section.
Everytime there is a mancheck, you always go AWOL because you are out there trying to suck up to some sargeants or some senior's cock.
The WHOLE platoon is sick of your SHIT. ALL of them agree with me and shake their head at me everytime they see you performing your stance of trying to polish somebody's boots.
I have the honour of the WORST buddy ever in BMTC history. I should have an award for just surviving you. I don't mind suriving another FIELD CAMP as long as you're NOT THERE.
I don't WHINCE like a pussy when I'm digging a shellscrape. You sound like a pussy in heat everytime you smash your ET blade down on the soft soil. For the fucking FACT, you are in the shade whereas the rest are in the HOT SUN with HELMETS on.
You ARE SO LAZY that you only water plants for AREA cleaning and NEVER do any BUNK cleaning and you had the NERVE to say you contribute SO MUCH rations to the bunk when your only offering to the bunk in the past 2 months was "ANYBODY WANT A HACKS SWEET?"
You have the nerve to eat our rations. The bunk ask you to stop eating our chips or chocolate because you are sick but you NEVER LISTEN. You want to become an OFFICER, go ahead, you will only SUFFER. I hope they will enjoy you licking their ass and your feminine whines.
"END OF RANT"
I apologize to my blog readers. This has been pent up too long. I can go on longer but I don't want this blog to be all about my buddy.
I'm waiting to PASS OUT soon where I need not hear his coughing every night anymore. EVER.
Bad Buddy aside, I survived Field Camp !!!!
Infested centipedes and snakes campsite plus mosquitoes that sting your arse when you shit plus rations that taste like mush plus carrying a 17 kg school bag for 4 km or more.
I've survived !!!! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!
((((( Round of applause for the Recruits who surivived w/o dropping out )))))
I just wish for more rest before I'm setting off to the jungle again tommorrow for the next 3 days or so. Sigh.
On a happier note, I feel I'm beginning to bond more with my section mates but all of us are too shagged to even think much less care for one another.
I hope to post up a few photos of my field camp before I book in tonight.
That's the update for the one month or so.
I promise not to go missing again for one more month from this blog.
That is if I dig a trench to bury myself to escape from the coughing and whining.
Recruit in training / Posting a Classified ad for a buddy,
Benjamin
I'm back and alive again.
For friends who thought I went to the grave, sorry to dissappoint ya.
A quick recap for what has happened to me for this one month:
- I caught a terrible viral fever that knocked me out for a week or so
- Attended my brother's wedding
- Survived a 6 days Field camp in the midst of the Tekong jungle
As you can see, all these took place during my weekends and hence, no updates on this bloggie.
The viral fever was so serious that it involved an ambulance and Changi General Hospital.
My stay was brief though, for 2 hours. I felt mistreated there as the doctor just brushed it off.
CMON, I had a CONCUSSION. Since I lost all my senses and fell into a black daze where I can hear only voices and nothing else.
But all that said and done, I'm still fine but I still have a flammatory cough.
WHICH I GOT IT FROM MY BUDDY.
You know, my buddy has yet to recovered from his fever cum cough cum whatever shit he is still being sick with.
First day of Field camp, my body was ready to tahan the upcoming 5 days of strenuous activities with the lack of proper food, sleep and bath but NO.
I say there is no GOD because my buddy kept COUGHING the fucking entire night.
So instead of me having a lack of proper sleep, I had NO NO NO sleep at all.
FYI, his cough can mimic those old fogeys 80 yr old ++ on their death beds spitting out the last ba kwa stuck in their throat from stuffing themselves from New year goodies.
Hence, I got infected, AGAIN on day 3 or 4 and I tahan my clenched fist from flying to the other side of the basha.
BTW, a basha is a tent, only much more smaller and I SO much prefer to sleep on open ground regardless of rain, snow or slate falling on me.
I cared about needing more fresh oxygen during my sleep than hit by a meteor shower.
ANYWAY, my buddy dare backstabbed me and tell some people whom he went to pee pee to the bushes with that I'm SLOW and SELFISH and not SUPPORTIVE.
"Bashing buddy session alert" - Surf to next webpage if you do not want to read my aggression.
YOU FUCKING CHEE BYE BUDDY. You are the SLOW one. When everyone is eating their ration, you are still doing you powder bath. When I already slept, you have not even packed your field pack for the next day. You are always the last fell to fall in for our section.
Everytime there is a mancheck, you always go AWOL because you are out there trying to suck up to some sargeants or some senior's cock.
The WHOLE platoon is sick of your SHIT. ALL of them agree with me and shake their head at me everytime they see you performing your stance of trying to polish somebody's boots.
I have the honour of the WORST buddy ever in BMTC history. I should have an award for just surviving you. I don't mind suriving another FIELD CAMP as long as you're NOT THERE.
I don't WHINCE like a pussy when I'm digging a shellscrape. You sound like a pussy in heat everytime you smash your ET blade down on the soft soil. For the fucking FACT, you are in the shade whereas the rest are in the HOT SUN with HELMETS on.
You ARE SO LAZY that you only water plants for AREA cleaning and NEVER do any BUNK cleaning and you had the NERVE to say you contribute SO MUCH rations to the bunk when your only offering to the bunk in the past 2 months was "ANYBODY WANT A HACKS SWEET?"
You have the nerve to eat our rations. The bunk ask you to stop eating our chips or chocolate because you are sick but you NEVER LISTEN. You want to become an OFFICER, go ahead, you will only SUFFER. I hope they will enjoy you licking their ass and your feminine whines.
"END OF RANT"
I apologize to my blog readers. This has been pent up too long. I can go on longer but I don't want this blog to be all about my buddy.
I'm waiting to PASS OUT soon where I need not hear his coughing every night anymore. EVER.
Bad Buddy aside, I survived Field Camp !!!!
Infested centipedes and snakes campsite plus mosquitoes that sting your arse when you shit plus rations that taste like mush plus carrying a 17 kg school bag for 4 km or more.
I've survived !!!! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!
((((( Round of applause for the Recruits who surivived w/o dropping out )))))
I just wish for more rest before I'm setting off to the jungle again tommorrow for the next 3 days or so. Sigh.
On a happier note, I feel I'm beginning to bond more with my section mates but all of us are too shagged to even think much less care for one another.
I hope to post up a few photos of my field camp before I book in tonight.
That's the update for the one month or so.
I promise not to go missing again for one more month from this blog.
That is if I dig a trench to bury myself to escape from the coughing and whining.
Recruit in training / Posting a Classified ad for a buddy,
Benjamin
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Random mumbles
Time passes by real fast.
Like really really fast. I still can't believe the 5 weeks I've already burned on a desolated island.
I've accepted the fact that the world is unfair and the label of being a Singaporean male is one that "protects and dies for the nation where he learns skills of the trade of killing wild boars in dense forests for survival."
I digress. I'm not here to whine about my nation's defence policies.
Regardless, I'm looking forward to the next phase of Basic Military Training where I get to bludgeon my buddy to death or get stinged by countless hornets.
By the way, my body still feels the same the day I entered Tekong.
I still have the same body mass, bulging fats and skinny lifeless arms.
It makes one wonder where all the training I've endured has gone to. Definitely not my brain.
I'm also beginning to bump into old friends. Friends that have become SAR GANTS and have the authority to ask me to knock it down till my arms become weak and I'm rushed off to the medical centre for the blood rush that goes to my skinny lifeless arms.
As a recruit, I can't talk for long with them.
It's this hierachical (correct spelling? Heck la) order where you cannot cross border and talk buddy buddy with someone higher rank than you like.
For example, if you are out in the working world and you are seen drinking coffee outside office hours with your boss, colleagues will assume the following:
1. You're having an affair
2. You're sucking cock/blowing pussy of your fellow superior
It's highly unlikely it will be the following:
1. Talking business in a casual affair
2. You're trying to poison your boss with rat poison in the coffee
Nevertheless what case it is, it seems you have to be in a role and my role in the army is to take shit from whoever.
But most people say SAR GANTS also sometimes get tekan because they have politics to meddle with especially with warrants or officers.
Whatever. When the time comes when I'm in deep shit of army politics, someone please bludgeon me with an ET stick.
Okay enuff talk about army. What has been going on with poor ol' Benny?
Well, I've been reading up like a bookworm. "The Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown.
Blurdy good book I must say as it intringued the hell out of my balls.
Besides reading, I've been binging on chocolate with my latest escapade at the minimart resulting in a receipt of 10 bucks solely on chocolate.
Maybe that's why I still have the same body mass, bulging fats and skinny lifeless arms.
In addition to being a chocaholic that gets the adrenaling of licking whatever melting chocolate that's left on the wrapper, I've become more self-depreciating, sacarstic and curt to everyone around me.
Don't know why. I don't have PMS thank you very much but I blame it on the weather.
With reference to my love life, I guess there are no updates.
Nobody new to stalk/interfere or love affairs to break up, it's so boring.
I keep listening to my army buddies love life and some have already faltered in camp.
But hey, I'm not complainig. Relationships are like pets, you need to nurture and maintain it and one wrong move might spell the doom of things. The pet will run away from the lack of love or bite the owner's hand.
So for now, I advocate the freedom to have ONS and going out without holding somebody's sweaty palms.
Oh god, I love being a weekend swinging single NS slave.
Abhors relationships for now,
Pyscho Ben
Time passes by real fast.
Like really really fast. I still can't believe the 5 weeks I've already burned on a desolated island.
I've accepted the fact that the world is unfair and the label of being a Singaporean male is one that "protects and dies for the nation where he learns skills of the trade of killing wild boars in dense forests for survival."
I digress. I'm not here to whine about my nation's defence policies.
Regardless, I'm looking forward to the next phase of Basic Military Training where I get to bludgeon my buddy to death or get stinged by countless hornets.
By the way, my body still feels the same the day I entered Tekong.
I still have the same body mass, bulging fats and skinny lifeless arms.
It makes one wonder where all the training I've endured has gone to. Definitely not my brain.
I'm also beginning to bump into old friends. Friends that have become SAR GANTS and have the authority to ask me to knock it down till my arms become weak and I'm rushed off to the medical centre for the blood rush that goes to my skinny lifeless arms.
As a recruit, I can't talk for long with them.
It's this hierachical (correct spelling? Heck la) order where you cannot cross border and talk buddy buddy with someone higher rank than you like.
For example, if you are out in the working world and you are seen drinking coffee outside office hours with your boss, colleagues will assume the following:
1. You're having an affair
2. You're sucking cock/blowing pussy of your fellow superior
It's highly unlikely it will be the following:
1. Talking business in a casual affair
2. You're trying to poison your boss with rat poison in the coffee
Nevertheless what case it is, it seems you have to be in a role and my role in the army is to take shit from whoever.
But most people say SAR GANTS also sometimes get tekan because they have politics to meddle with especially with warrants or officers.
Whatever. When the time comes when I'm in deep shit of army politics, someone please bludgeon me with an ET stick.
Okay enuff talk about army. What has been going on with poor ol' Benny?
Well, I've been reading up like a bookworm. "The Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown.
Blurdy good book I must say as it intringued the hell out of my balls.
Besides reading, I've been binging on chocolate with my latest escapade at the minimart resulting in a receipt of 10 bucks solely on chocolate.
Maybe that's why I still have the same body mass, bulging fats and skinny lifeless arms.
In addition to being a chocaholic that gets the adrenaling of licking whatever melting chocolate that's left on the wrapper, I've become more self-depreciating, sacarstic and curt to everyone around me.
Don't know why. I don't have PMS thank you very much but I blame it on the weather.
With reference to my love life, I guess there are no updates.
Nobody new to stalk/interfere or love affairs to break up, it's so boring.
I keep listening to my army buddies love life and some have already faltered in camp.
But hey, I'm not complainig. Relationships are like pets, you need to nurture and maintain it and one wrong move might spell the doom of things. The pet will run away from the lack of love or bite the owner's hand.
So for now, I advocate the freedom to have ONS and going out without holding somebody's sweaty palms.
Oh god, I love being a weekend swinging single NS slave.
Abhors relationships for now,
Pyscho Ben
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Out n About, in Pain
I guess the idea of booking out early every Friday is getting to be a norm for me.
5 days isloated on an island with free accomodation, food and physical conditioning provided by the government provided by my parents income tax ain't that bad after all.
Just don't think of it as imprisonment. A life changing experience perhaps.
Reason: You get to see all sorts of people from different walks of life interacting.
Like I remember the first day when I got to my bunk. 11 other individuals were uneasy with one another.
But as day passes by, you get to see the side they share, be it good or bad.
There is the smoker beng biker who upholds friendship bonds, the mat yo-yo that adores his girlfriend and juggles like a bartender, the chinese horny guy who fantasizes about the next FHM gal, the inevitable geek who frequents Sim Lim and talks about cars all the time and the suck cock idiot that everyone hates.
It's a general stereotype of some of the people in my bunk. Don't take offence if anybody ever reads the above.
I guess I fall in the stereotype of cynical sacarstic bastard that demoralizes the entire bunk by screaming at them to do area cleaning or hurry up fall in or I'll throw a broom in their face.
I guess that was a pre-requisite of me being the bunk I/C.
I don't see the other section I/Cs doing the same threats though.
Anyway I digress.
I love my bunk mates save for a rare few. Which I shall comment further about their antics if they really irritate me enough on a Friday bookout.
But Friday bookouts are happy moments on a Fastcraft away from the Skull island of misery so if anybody makes me that mad, you'll be able to hear my grunts by Friday night.
Okay back to main point.
5 days week ain't that bad. But it will revert to 5.5 day work week in about a fortnight because that is when my physical training phase is over.
For those pundits who bet that I could not disrupt, go claim your winnings from a 4-D booth.
I did not pass my disruption test yesterday. "Hears cheers and claps from my PC office"
I failed 3 stations.
I hear gasps, jaws dropping to the floor and your balls choking your throat but Rec Ben is the Cannot Make it Physically Type.
Stupid reason being, I went to the gym the night before and trained on my Standing Broad Jump technique.
And practiced I did. The pals that went with me to jump had fits in their stomach from laughing at me when I jump.
This is because I grunted like a horny ape everytime I takeoff from the start line.
And Mr. Long Legs Me is very inconsistent but if I really concentrate, I can jump 230 cm wor~~
I digress again. Look what the SAF has done to poor old Ben.
So, I jump like umpteen over times until I think I mastered the techinque.
The operative word here is "think".
Hence, I headed back to bunk thinking that I could jump. Pass everything except Chin-ups.
Did I tell you that people daydream alot in an army camp?
To horrors of all horrible stupid mistakes in my life, I woke up in agony barely 2 hours before the IPPT disruption test with legs knotted like tree trunks and my lower back aching like Prickly Heat powder on your cock.
Results: My 2.4km run was 12.23 seconds. I failed by 4 seconds.
Pull up - I'm still a zero fighter.
SBJ - 212 cm. Failed by 4 cm.
Did I curse and swear? Nope.
I only have myself to blame for training strenously like a grunting hog in heat the night before.
Strangely enough 24 hours later in the comforts of my home now blogging, my thighs STILL FUCKING HURT and my back is still in AGONY.
I have refused to succumb to medicinal products like Yoko yoko, Counterpain or whatever cream, lotion and shit that you put to soothe yourself.
I believe in natural recuperation. Leave me in agony for the next 24 hours or so.
In pain,
Rec Ben
P.S. I'll be back to report the progress of my natural recovery plus the variety of swear words that comes out of my filthy mouth by tonight.
I guess the idea of booking out early every Friday is getting to be a norm for me.
5 days isloated on an island with free accomodation, food and physical conditioning provided by the government provided by my parents income tax ain't that bad after all.
Just don't think of it as imprisonment. A life changing experience perhaps.
Reason: You get to see all sorts of people from different walks of life interacting.
Like I remember the first day when I got to my bunk. 11 other individuals were uneasy with one another.
But as day passes by, you get to see the side they share, be it good or bad.
There is the smoker beng biker who upholds friendship bonds, the mat yo-yo that adores his girlfriend and juggles like a bartender, the chinese horny guy who fantasizes about the next FHM gal, the inevitable geek who frequents Sim Lim and talks about cars all the time and the suck cock idiot that everyone hates.
It's a general stereotype of some of the people in my bunk. Don't take offence if anybody ever reads the above.
I guess I fall in the stereotype of cynical sacarstic bastard that demoralizes the entire bunk by screaming at them to do area cleaning or hurry up fall in or I'll throw a broom in their face.
I guess that was a pre-requisite of me being the bunk I/C.
I don't see the other section I/Cs doing the same threats though.
Anyway I digress.
I love my bunk mates save for a rare few. Which I shall comment further about their antics if they really irritate me enough on a Friday bookout.
But Friday bookouts are happy moments on a Fastcraft away from the Skull island of misery so if anybody makes me that mad, you'll be able to hear my grunts by Friday night.
Okay back to main point.
5 days week ain't that bad. But it will revert to 5.5 day work week in about a fortnight because that is when my physical training phase is over.
For those pundits who bet that I could not disrupt, go claim your winnings from a 4-D booth.
I did not pass my disruption test yesterday. "Hears cheers and claps from my PC office"
I failed 3 stations.
I hear gasps, jaws dropping to the floor and your balls choking your throat but Rec Ben is the Cannot Make it Physically Type.
Stupid reason being, I went to the gym the night before and trained on my Standing Broad Jump technique.
And practiced I did. The pals that went with me to jump had fits in their stomach from laughing at me when I jump.
This is because I grunted like a horny ape everytime I takeoff from the start line.
And Mr. Long Legs Me is very inconsistent but if I really concentrate, I can jump 230 cm wor~~
I digress again. Look what the SAF has done to poor old Ben.
So, I jump like umpteen over times until I think I mastered the techinque.
The operative word here is "think".
Hence, I headed back to bunk thinking that I could jump. Pass everything except Chin-ups.
Did I tell you that people daydream alot in an army camp?
To horrors of all horrible stupid mistakes in my life, I woke up in agony barely 2 hours before the IPPT disruption test with legs knotted like tree trunks and my lower back aching like Prickly Heat powder on your cock.
Results: My 2.4km run was 12.23 seconds. I failed by 4 seconds.
Pull up - I'm still a zero fighter.
SBJ - 212 cm. Failed by 4 cm.
Did I curse and swear? Nope.
I only have myself to blame for training strenously like a grunting hog in heat the night before.
Strangely enough 24 hours later in the comforts of my home now blogging, my thighs STILL FUCKING HURT and my back is still in AGONY.
I have refused to succumb to medicinal products like Yoko yoko, Counterpain or whatever cream, lotion and shit that you put to soothe yourself.
I believe in natural recuperation. Leave me in agony for the next 24 hours or so.
In pain,
Rec Ben
P.S. I'll be back to report the progress of my natural recovery plus the variety of swear words that comes out of my filthy mouth by tonight.
Friday, September 10, 2004
2nd Book Out Day
Back in mainland Singapore. I think I can get used to this weekday-hell weekend-heaven lifestyle.
It's like a different world and when I'm out now, I feel a little lost, out of place and hapless with no direction to go.
I think I'll spend most of my weekend snoozing and enjoying hot baths and watching TV.
I think I deserve some slacking time after all I have done in camp.
I'm the bunk I/C so I shout at my other 11 bunk mates to MOVE IT, or FALL IN NOW or DO AREA CLEANING NOW.
I'm like the mean guy. Yup. But I think everyone still likes me.
In my platoon, I think we are the best section, reason being we are quite spirited and quite efficient.
I just need to push them sometimes.
There were some occassions where all of them approach me to talk to this one particular guy who needs "assistance" to be aware of his short-sightedness in doing stuff.
He was talking on the phone past 2230, our sleep time where we had an important event the next day and apparently some of my section mates couldnt sleep.
So I had a one to one talk to him and I kinda reprimanded him but he took it in stride.
One ear in and one ear out.
Ok, I'm beginning to start to crap.
In the army, I'm beginning to pick up lots of vulgar phrases.
And I'm developing an even shorter fuse when I'm irritated with people.
I'm on the verge of snapping left right centre but all I do is bitch to some of my good pals in my section to release steam.
Okay, fine. I'm NOT a PEOPLE PERSON.
But then again, you meet different types of people in the army and some people are in my own opinion.
The CANNOT MAKE IT type.
In my section, there's a slacker, a person who loves to sleep ALL the time, an overenthusiastic person who likes to help people but doesnt get things done himself and a stubborn mule.
And the great thing is one of the above people is my BUDDY.
Fuck it.
I'm gritting my teeth everytime I look at him making a mistake here n there and I roll my eyes whenever he tries to help other people but yet fall short of getting his own stuff done.
Whatever.
I'm sure I'll snap one day. But for this weekend, I can just slack n relax.
I deserve it.
Blogging, whining and crapping at the same time -
Rec Ben
Back in mainland Singapore. I think I can get used to this weekday-hell weekend-heaven lifestyle.
It's like a different world and when I'm out now, I feel a little lost, out of place and hapless with no direction to go.
I think I'll spend most of my weekend snoozing and enjoying hot baths and watching TV.
I think I deserve some slacking time after all I have done in camp.
I'm the bunk I/C so I shout at my other 11 bunk mates to MOVE IT, or FALL IN NOW or DO AREA CLEANING NOW.
I'm like the mean guy. Yup. But I think everyone still likes me.
In my platoon, I think we are the best section, reason being we are quite spirited and quite efficient.
I just need to push them sometimes.
There were some occassions where all of them approach me to talk to this one particular guy who needs "assistance" to be aware of his short-sightedness in doing stuff.
He was talking on the phone past 2230, our sleep time where we had an important event the next day and apparently some of my section mates couldnt sleep.
So I had a one to one talk to him and I kinda reprimanded him but he took it in stride.
One ear in and one ear out.
Ok, I'm beginning to start to crap.
In the army, I'm beginning to pick up lots of vulgar phrases.
And I'm developing an even shorter fuse when I'm irritated with people.
I'm on the verge of snapping left right centre but all I do is bitch to some of my good pals in my section to release steam.
Okay, fine. I'm NOT a PEOPLE PERSON.
But then again, you meet different types of people in the army and some people are in my own opinion.
The CANNOT MAKE IT type.
In my section, there's a slacker, a person who loves to sleep ALL the time, an overenthusiastic person who likes to help people but doesnt get things done himself and a stubborn mule.
And the great thing is one of the above people is my BUDDY.
Fuck it.
I'm gritting my teeth everytime I look at him making a mistake here n there and I roll my eyes whenever he tries to help other people but yet fall short of getting his own stuff done.
Whatever.
I'm sure I'll snap one day. But for this weekend, I can just slack n relax.
I deserve it.
Blogging, whining and crapping at the same time -
Rec Ben
Friday, September 03, 2004
Book out Day
After a 17 days confinement, I'm out to the civilized world.
What do I really have to say about the island of Tekong for a chao recruit like me, also known as the lowest lifeform on earth's existence, especially in Singapore?
Nothing really. To be honest.
It is just a total different world on that island.
Regimental lifestyle with no privacy and no sense of freedom. This is what you call the army.
Freedom of expression and creativity is heavily subdued. Your left brain is stagnant for the 2 years serving the national armed forces.
All you do is take instruction, suck it up and take the punishment and that's the moral of the story.
It's 2230. Should be lights off time in Tekong now. Seems like my body clock is shutting down. I'll blog more about my bunk mates and the gossip tommorrow perhaps.
Back to civilian life,
Rec Benjamin
After a 17 days confinement, I'm out to the civilized world.
What do I really have to say about the island of Tekong for a chao recruit like me, also known as the lowest lifeform on earth's existence, especially in Singapore?
Nothing really. To be honest.
It is just a total different world on that island.
Regimental lifestyle with no privacy and no sense of freedom. This is what you call the army.
Freedom of expression and creativity is heavily subdued. Your left brain is stagnant for the 2 years serving the national armed forces.
All you do is take instruction, suck it up and take the punishment and that's the moral of the story.
It's 2230. Should be lights off time in Tekong now. Seems like my body clock is shutting down. I'll blog more about my bunk mates and the gossip tommorrow perhaps.
Back to civilian life,
Rec Benjamin
Sunday, August 15, 2004
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 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
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
Saturday, August 14, 2004
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 $$$ of like 60 or so.
Quite a big amount when the stakes are only 20 40 cents.
Those who don't know mahjong, you don't know what you're missing out !!!
Oh, the amazing thing was I wasn't even tired.
The other 2 guys went to Sentosa and their heads were like bobbing side to side, falling asleep.
I guess the gym and the run kept my senses awake.
I understand the logic of why if you exercise at night, your body won't be able to fall into rest again.
"Logic holds truth" (Ben nods head)
So cycling back home in the midst of the night at 5 am, Bedok was pristine quiet and I was damn skared if any incoming vehicles will bang me.
I got no safety lights lah you see. Dange-rous.
So after a sweet 5 hour sleep, I awoke to a startle because Dad was blasting the TV quite loud.
It's a Saturday morning for god's sake.
I couldn't get back to sleep. Chants curse from mini black book on blasted TV volume.
Today's intineary is to pack my army stuff with JM. In addition, will be having impromptu lunch with Jian Hui, someone I never met before in my life.
He's also a blogger like me, so it would be strange for 2 strangers to meet and knowing so much about one another lol.
On other notes, my army list is quite comprehensive, just got further advice from peeps, so gonna get one more thing.
I'm NOT GOING TO SHOP, just browse. I'm heading down to Orchard you see = )
I SAID. I'M NOT GOING TO SHOP.
I need a leash.
Mad Dog,
Benjamin
Continued from yesterday events:
So yesterday's dry swimming sessions was exhilarating.
READ: ME BIG WINNER
I game maximum man fan zi mo like 4, 5 times until the players cry.
Seriously cannot believe my luck. Wahahaha.
Because me and Clara shared, she took her early winnings of 20 bucks and I reap the remaining $$$ 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
Friday, August 13, 2004
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.
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.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
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
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
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
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
Monday, August 09, 2004
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.
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....
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 !
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 !
Sunday, August 08, 2004
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
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
Saturday, August 07, 2004
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
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
Friday, August 06, 2004
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 = )
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 = )
Thursday, August 05, 2004
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
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
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
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)
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
[[[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.
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
Thursday, July 29, 2004
A Happy Man
After anxiously waiting at the Internet Banking website to see my cheque succesfully turn into ready cash flow, I was off into a huff for the shopaholic ritual.
Before staring glazily at the numbers at my e-account, I actually sms-ed a few peeps to tag along as my shopping partner.
Apparently, EVERYONE WAS BUSY.
FWINE, nobody wanted to accompany me shopping to get over y-day flattened infatuation incident.
Vernon had something on, Eugene had classes, Wen Jun has job training, JM was slaving at NCC, Richmond & Clara has something on and Aaron & Irene had to write something defaming about how our school toilet stinks or something like that.
Well, on a positive note, no shopping partner is much MORE BETTER (trying to make myself feel better).
No second opinions to slap your hand away, no comments like "Are we done yet?" and "I need to go somewhere to look at something", no need to look out whether somebody is tired, thirsty or hungry and nobody to stop you from flashing your wallet openly to the various cashiers hungry for your moolah.
SEE. Shopping alone is so much more fun.
I shopped till I had to restrain myself.
Below are the full details of my shopping escapade:
My first destination was Sim Lim Square. The cowboy town for technological goods.
I walked up and down the escalators like 7 or 8 times, exploring all 6 (or was it 7?) floors before I made my purchase.
I got my 30 GB Hard Disk Drive combo. My first purchase. = )
Followed by a Logitech Marble Mouse and a Headset for JM.
I was then pondering should I go get an iPod, Creative's new Zen Touch or a Discman for army.
I thought precariously for 30 minutes. I was on the verge of getting the Zen touch after asking around for quotations (In Sim Lim, you need to ask around for the best prices) before I decided I needed to be practical.
I bought a Discman.
Alot of people will say I'm stupid. Now is the mp3 age. Discman is like SO 20th century. But there is an invisible law of the army where recordable stuff are not allowed, like CD-Rs and mp3s. Thus, I made a wise move. I feel. I'll get the Zen Touch when I'm bored of purchasing costly $15.99 CDs where only 1 track is only worth listening.
Leaving that place, I felt pretty pleased with myself as I restrained myself from grabbing Xbox games & nifty Xbox controllers and Xbox accessories from the shelves.
As I had to teach tuition later in the evening, I proceeded onto Tampines.
This was where my mind went beserk.
It seemed that all the shop fronts were screaming "COME IN, WE HAVE A SALE, DUMB ASS"
The first stall that I popped into was Body Shop. I needed to get a body foam scrub for my dead skin tanned body.
They didn't have any but I was rather tempted to pick up a 500 ml bottle of Oceanus shower gel.
I behaved.
Next stall was Watsons. I managed to get a body scrub which cost 5 bucks but I uwittingly got a Nivea sun block lotion SPF 30 (swimming is tmr, that's why), a Breathspray (I don't know why I pick that up but it was 30%, itchy fingers me) and a pack of Mini M&Ms for JM's lil bro.
Then, I mentally told myself. I should stop spending money. So, I made it a point that the Adidas concept store was my last stop.
Luckily, it had the old stock there so nothing caught my wallet's fancy.
I headed off to the direction towards the toilet, avoiding Isetan, Sportslink and Hush Puppies.
At the escalator, I saw the word SALE 50% off at Sports Connection.
I JUST HAD TO GO IN. I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF.
And fuck, I loved the items there. Most of the stuff there are like Deuter-type brands and backpacking items and I couldn't resist. $169 items were going at $80 plus.
I non-descriptly bought a pouch. But I'm going back again for a backpack either tommorrow or Saturday.
I just need a bag. Oh god, I feel like a woman lol. And sandals to go along with it?
Leaving Tampines Mall, I was rather pleased with my purchases. Who wouldn't be?
I was heading to KFC for dinner but I bumped into Lee Tat, old Hai Sing Catholic friend and the convo stop short my shopping fantasy trip.
But after a 10 minutes hiatus, I JUST had to drop into Challenger superstore to go look at some Xbox games and peripherals.
I gloss over the display with gleaming eyes. I so wanted to pick one game up and run out of there. What's worse, there is this mat where you lie on it and play Xbox games and the head cushion that supports your neck like an airplane seat will play surrond sounds and I SO wanna get that.
I folded my arms all the way, refusing to touch my perty wallet. And I left, with my wallet's ego intact.
So, I continued my way to KFC and I absent mindedly passed it because I saw a Game shop that was selling Xbox from afar. I'm such a sucker for shops with my straying eyes.
So as I ordered my sumptuous meal from KFC, which was a Satay burger meal, I investigated my purchases. I simply had NO regrets even though I've pretty much splurged half my cheque on this faithful day (or to be accurate, half a day).
I shall now list a breakdown of my guilt-free purchases from my cheque:
30 GB HDD Drive - $189
Logitech Marble Mouse - $49
Local Brand Headset - $18
Playworks (Xbox magazine) - $6
Sony D-NF600 CD Walkman - $190
Batteries for Discman - $10
Freebies like mug, post-it pads, calendar, 2 pens, a coaster - Free (duh!)
Watsons Body Scrub - $5
Pearlie White Breath Spray - $4
Bite size Mini packs of M & Ms - $4
Nivea Moisturising Sun Block Lotion SPF 30 - $16
Deuter X-Lite 300 Orange Pouch - $28
Newman magazine - $5
Not forgetting I pre-borrowed my father's credit card (Which I have returned him when I reached home) for a new line & Nokia 3120 with a 2 year StarHub plan - $200 (I paid him for 3 months bill in advance)
Total expenditure: $724
Wow, it is mind-blowing as I typed out how in half a day, I can exhaust what I have earned for working for 14 days as an account executive slave.
Before you think I'm going to stop there, I STILL have a shopping list.
3 good CDs from HMV
Dry food rations for army
Mini toiletries for army
Xbox controller
Xbox games (at least 3 which cost an average of $69 each)
Jeans (maybe...)
Slippers
Send a package to Holland to thank Kris (Must call Faith & Daphne...)
That is why I'm still going shopping tommorrow with Clara, June and Gwenne. I promise I will try to limit myself. But promises are meant to be broken. = )
On a side note, with regards to previous post, I've thought about it and discussed it with my best friend, maybe it is an infatuation because it's been so long since I really take a liking and had chemistry with someone and maybe I felt a strong affiinity of getting to really know her.
But then again, it's still pretty rare to hit it off straight with a stranger in a 15 mins conversation in a loud place right ? Also, comments like as long as she's not married, she's still fair game.
I just wanna say I don't subscribe to that theory but if I had spent more time with her, getting to know her inside out, maybe then, maybe I will then um, snatch it from her bf if she's slowly losing ground with her bf. What a fantasy if that happened.
But then again, I had my shopping fantasy fulfilled today and nothing has OR will dampen my mood. One fantasy a day is enough. Thank you very much.
Happy preppy shopper,
Benjamin
P.S. Who said laughter is the best medicine? Apparently doctors don't go shopping.
After anxiously waiting at the Internet Banking website to see my cheque succesfully turn into ready cash flow, I was off into a huff for the shopaholic ritual.
Before staring glazily at the numbers at my e-account, I actually sms-ed a few peeps to tag along as my shopping partner.
Apparently, EVERYONE WAS BUSY.
FWINE, nobody wanted to accompany me shopping to get over y-day flattened infatuation incident.
Vernon had something on, Eugene had classes, Wen Jun has job training, JM was slaving at NCC, Richmond & Clara has something on and Aaron & Irene had to write something defaming about how our school toilet stinks or something like that.
Well, on a positive note, no shopping partner is much MORE BETTER (trying to make myself feel better).
No second opinions to slap your hand away, no comments like "Are we done yet?" and "I need to go somewhere to look at something", no need to look out whether somebody is tired, thirsty or hungry and nobody to stop you from flashing your wallet openly to the various cashiers hungry for your moolah.
SEE. Shopping alone is so much more fun.
I shopped till I had to restrain myself.
Below are the full details of my shopping escapade:
My first destination was Sim Lim Square. The cowboy town for technological goods.
I walked up and down the escalators like 7 or 8 times, exploring all 6 (or was it 7?) floors before I made my purchase.
I got my 30 GB Hard Disk Drive combo. My first purchase. = )
Followed by a Logitech Marble Mouse and a Headset for JM.
I was then pondering should I go get an iPod, Creative's new Zen Touch or a Discman for army.
I thought precariously for 30 minutes. I was on the verge of getting the Zen touch after asking around for quotations (In Sim Lim, you need to ask around for the best prices) before I decided I needed to be practical.
I bought a Discman.
Alot of people will say I'm stupid. Now is the mp3 age. Discman is like SO 20th century. But there is an invisible law of the army where recordable stuff are not allowed, like CD-Rs and mp3s. Thus, I made a wise move. I feel. I'll get the Zen Touch when I'm bored of purchasing costly $15.99 CDs where only 1 track is only worth listening.
Leaving that place, I felt pretty pleased with myself as I restrained myself from grabbing Xbox games & nifty Xbox controllers and Xbox accessories from the shelves.
As I had to teach tuition later in the evening, I proceeded onto Tampines.
This was where my mind went beserk.
It seemed that all the shop fronts were screaming "COME IN, WE HAVE A SALE, DUMB ASS"
The first stall that I popped into was Body Shop. I needed to get a body foam scrub for my dead skin tanned body.
They didn't have any but I was rather tempted to pick up a 500 ml bottle of Oceanus shower gel.
I behaved.
Next stall was Watsons. I managed to get a body scrub which cost 5 bucks but I uwittingly got a Nivea sun block lotion SPF 30 (swimming is tmr, that's why), a Breathspray (I don't know why I pick that up but it was 30%, itchy fingers me) and a pack of Mini M&Ms for JM's lil bro.
Then, I mentally told myself. I should stop spending money. So, I made it a point that the Adidas concept store was my last stop.
Luckily, it had the old stock there so nothing caught my wallet's fancy.
I headed off to the direction towards the toilet, avoiding Isetan, Sportslink and Hush Puppies.
At the escalator, I saw the word SALE 50% off at Sports Connection.
I JUST HAD TO GO IN. I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF.
And fuck, I loved the items there. Most of the stuff there are like Deuter-type brands and backpacking items and I couldn't resist. $169 items were going at $80 plus.
I non-descriptly bought a pouch. But I'm going back again for a backpack either tommorrow or Saturday.
I just need a bag. Oh god, I feel like a woman lol. And sandals to go along with it?
Leaving Tampines Mall, I was rather pleased with my purchases. Who wouldn't be?
I was heading to KFC for dinner but I bumped into Lee Tat, old Hai Sing Catholic friend and the convo stop short my shopping fantasy trip.
But after a 10 minutes hiatus, I JUST had to drop into Challenger superstore to go look at some Xbox games and peripherals.
I gloss over the display with gleaming eyes. I so wanted to pick one game up and run out of there. What's worse, there is this mat where you lie on it and play Xbox games and the head cushion that supports your neck like an airplane seat will play surrond sounds and I SO wanna get that.
I folded my arms all the way, refusing to touch my perty wallet. And I left, with my wallet's ego intact.
So, I continued my way to KFC and I absent mindedly passed it because I saw a Game shop that was selling Xbox from afar. I'm such a sucker for shops with my straying eyes.
So as I ordered my sumptuous meal from KFC, which was a Satay burger meal, I investigated my purchases. I simply had NO regrets even though I've pretty much splurged half my cheque on this faithful day (or to be accurate, half a day).
I shall now list a breakdown of my guilt-free purchases from my cheque:
30 GB HDD Drive - $189
Logitech Marble Mouse - $49
Local Brand Headset - $18
Playworks (Xbox magazine) - $6
Sony D-NF600 CD Walkman - $190
Batteries for Discman - $10
Freebies like mug, post-it pads, calendar, 2 pens, a coaster - Free (duh!)
Watsons Body Scrub - $5
Pearlie White Breath Spray - $4
Bite size Mini packs of M & Ms - $4
Nivea Moisturising Sun Block Lotion SPF 30 - $16
Deuter X-Lite 300 Orange Pouch - $28
Newman magazine - $5
Not forgetting I pre-borrowed my father's credit card (Which I have returned him when I reached home) for a new line & Nokia 3120 with a 2 year StarHub plan - $200 (I paid him for 3 months bill in advance)
Total expenditure: $724
Wow, it is mind-blowing as I typed out how in half a day, I can exhaust what I have earned for working for 14 days as an account executive slave.
Before you think I'm going to stop there, I STILL have a shopping list.
3 good CDs from HMV
Dry food rations for army
Mini toiletries for army
Xbox controller
Xbox games (at least 3 which cost an average of $69 each)
Jeans (maybe...)
Slippers
Send a package to Holland to thank Kris (Must call Faith & Daphne...)
That is why I'm still going shopping tommorrow with Clara, June and Gwenne. I promise I will try to limit myself. But promises are meant to be broken. = )
On a side note, with regards to previous post, I've thought about it and discussed it with my best friend, maybe it is an infatuation because it's been so long since I really take a liking and had chemistry with someone and maybe I felt a strong affiinity of getting to really know her.
But then again, it's still pretty rare to hit it off straight with a stranger in a 15 mins conversation in a loud place right ? Also, comments like as long as she's not married, she's still fair game.
I just wanna say I don't subscribe to that theory but if I had spent more time with her, getting to know her inside out, maybe then, maybe I will then um, snatch it from her bf if she's slowly losing ground with her bf. What a fantasy if that happened.
But then again, I had my shopping fantasy fulfilled today and nothing has OR will dampen my mood. One fantasy a day is enough. Thank you very much.
Happy preppy shopper,
Benjamin
P.S. Who said laughter is the best medicine? Apparently doctors don't go shopping.
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