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wah damn epic.

its yet another week of life closer to ORD
this year is really just waiting to ord. man
now you know what they are talking about when they say army is like wasting time
okay la honestly i think its alright
but sometimes the things they make you do!!!
never mind. this month got backpay. nais

botak jones black pepper chicken is nicer than cajun chicken i think. or i eat too much cajun chicken already

sunburnt... very.
very very

morning is a better time to play ball than afternoon

i need to get myself some sunblock lotion.
and biscuits
more biscuits

even at 37 years of age,

shaquille o'neal's spin move

is one of the most ridiculous things i've ever seen

so.
since people have dissed my precious pilot 0.7 g2
now i must launch into a passionate defense of my favourite writing instrument
do not expect lots of flamboyant and bombastic language, or streams of invective
NO!
i will simply go on to praise and preach of the merits of the veteran of writing implements
the sacred pilot 0.7 g2

now, i'm sure all of you have at one point or other seen people used the ubiquitous pilot classic click click design with the body that you can modify into a mini-pellet gun. which stings quite a bit when you're in primary school, delicate skin and all

and then it will have piqued your curiosity. which results in you getting one! and then you discover the joy of writing with a 0.7, as the gel ink flows out quick and smooth and your pen flutters across the page as the words seem like they are flowing from the synapses firing in your brain right to the tips of your fingers.

and this of course is the primary purpose why you will use a pilot 0.7 g2. because you can write so smoothly with it! there's no stopping... you just keep going and going and going. and what's more you'll never get that scratchy feeling of the pen nib on paper. i hate that scratchy feeling. its like scraping your fingernail across a slate tile (on a reduced scale).

the basic pilot click click design is also nice and big and has a comfortable grip so you can keep writing forever. look at those pens with no girth, no width... lousy! v lousy. after you use those pens your knuckles turn white and your fingers are strained. how to write 4 essays in three hours like that? tat boleh

actually there isn't that much to say in defense of this wonderful weapon of writing. i can't seem to find a synonym for writing. hm.

hmph

i frown upon people who don't use this pen

point one: who the heck is jessica lim. will someone please enlighten me

point two: i hate doing work that involves indentation and rows and columns and underlining. in short, complicated formatting. which does make everything easier to read (sometimes), but is a pain in the neck to do. a serious pain

point three: arnott's SHAPES are the greatest biscuits. i am ADDICTED to them. i compulsively open my tupperware of goodness to get at them. i unconsciously open it. i have to remind myself to stop opening the box. if not there's no way its going to last the week. solution: next week get 2 boxes. no longer am i going to bring doritos into movies... its gotta be SHAPES. FLAVOUR YOU CAN SEE

point four: snickers are also the greatest. someone needs to make snickers and banana pizza. no weird colourful sprinkly ricey things though. those things, along with cupcakes, are the bane of my dessertish existence

point five: i am spying on my sister through facebook. NOW

point six: i can no longer fall asleep at will. i have concluded that this is the ultimate indicator that i am truly becoming super nua and not doing enough... sitting too long in front on my computer. which i don't use that often anyway

point seven: point seven is the kind of g2 i use. 0.7 blue 4EVA!!!

this year i resolve to meet people for dinner every fortnight

one more week ahead everyone
one more week where we trudge through the morass of routine that is humanity...
one more week where people will cry and laugh
study and study some more
where people will enlist (!!!!!!)
where people go to work, to new jobs, to old jobs, back to the same old office (which still hasn't been decorated, no idea when i am going to get to it. first i need to think of what to put on my office cubicle walls. by the time i think finish i ORD LO)
where i go to camp once more!
one more week where we read and find out things we didn't know about
or rediscover basic truths of the universe
which you thought you knew but you never really did know
this week i have borrowed 2 intellectual books
at least something that deviates from the standard collection of random fantasy and one-novella chicklits, well known authors and shooters that i normally read (what does your literary diet say about you eh)
i borrowed something by stiglitz
and i borrowed a cheem sounding thing called 'education's end' whose blurp is extremely interesting
oh! and i have a roald dahl
i can't find exciting new heinlein or mario puzo
the godfather is seriously the greatest btw
and go read the scicilian. did i spell that correctly
i am armed this week with a resupply of SNICKERS. snickers r unbeatable
my instant noodle supply is okay
and
i have bought the shape biscuit things. very nais
no redondo wafers this week. they keep getting koped in the office. i shouldn't leave food lying on my table its just begging to be koped. one day i should lace all of it with some sleeping drug...
excuse boots is a wonderful thing btw everyone
you should get excuse boots at every opportunity
but if you need to excuse boots means probably got something wrong. like me. footrot
barney feet i have
KI
potassium iodide. apparently they rubbed that all over my feet. it was a deliciously brilliant purple
now its barely purple. faint traces of purpledom still reside on my feet. but its healing
steroid cream is bad for your skin
but i'm putting it leh. how
and this week never play ball
withdrawal symptoms

blogs are places of emotional extremes
like
if you plot a 'degree of emotional expression' vs 'time' graph (did i get the x vs y part correct)
then you will find that at all the highs and lows, those will be the points in time where you decided to blog it all out on your own little corner of cyberspace.

in contrast, this entry was done after moments of silent contemplation of all the people on my friendslist. yeah test subjects all

today reaffirmed the fact that my friends are extremely talented and intelligent people. extremely.

you have to see these people to believe it

life is superbly good
and it just got better! cos michael showed me this video of true manliness...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VslIuK-bAHg&feature=related
its good

today i watched the blind side. wow
so together with avatar that makes 2 good movies a row
a good use of 8 dollars

today for dinner i had pizza hut
ferny linky and i went into pizza hut
asked for the takeaway menu
and ordered the takeaway. the people were very anal about us not eating takeaway in the dining-in restaurant but its okay. the place smelt weird anyway. not like how a pizza joint should smell

my days are passing by in an awesome fashion. like really man
there are very few people that i would trade my normal routine week with

anybody who got nobody to eat dinner with in the evenings can always message me
i am that free

yeahhhhhh

awesome stuff!
i am filled with the simple joy of being alive

hello friends!!!
i am back from a week in camp
what a week!
i broke my specs when i woke up and smashed them. darn
so i must make new specs
in other news
today basketball amazingly had enough to play 5v5. this is a good sign
let us hope this trend continues
also, next week i must add swimming into my routine
i have gained 3kg from sitting around doing nothing

OFF TO ANOTHER WEEK AT WORK!!!!!!

what will THIS week BRING?!?!!

what can i say
life is good
i got a bunk
an office cubicle
time to gym
burger king for lunch
and my first conducting arrow...

other than that
life really IS good

its the new year
i'll be twenty. so will most of my friends
we'll be too old to play computer games
gone will be the days, where after going out, we look at each other and say
'lets go home play dota'
no more! for it is an immature pursuit
but after a manly meal of carls jr today with mauchick
i have come to an agreement with him that
indeed!
my mental development, or the way i perceive myself, man
i must still be something like fourteen, fifteen
life is simple as i know it
but
it is most probable
and extrapolation of various situations
all resulting in the same, or similar at the very least, situations
where i go uni and a random variable known as 'girls' will factor in
i was right
jc was like halftime between RI and army

i slept 12 hours from 9pm to 9am this morning...
and i still feel sleepy

there is something very wrong here

maybe my latent Force powers are kicking in

bb bbq...
was nice.
v good
i like to meet up with old bunches of friends

oh! ONE MORE THING.

avatar was good...

after playing basketball yesterday i have come to the realization that i do require some serious body maintenance.
now, for all the uninitiated out there, the myth that army life will make you rough and tough, lean and mean is but that. a myth. it is a LIE.
what actually happens is that all your fast-twitch muscles just die off from the lack of use. the only exciting training which is full of adrenaline and gives a lot of kick (our beloved SOC) just isn't done enough. and is quite mahfun to do, so...
it results in a lot of route marches. where you just walk and walk and carry and carry. combat isn't training because everything happens in about five seconds and adrenaline is the only thing pushing you on. that said, a mock firefight is a very exciting thing to be part of. especially when you can't die. i don't fancy being in a real firefight anyway. real rounds and blood and gore can stay to where they belong: on the computer screen. that's enough blood and gore for me thank you very much.
so!
back to the point. after many many kilometers of route marching. lets include tactical marches and stuff like that - i can now qualify for the ROUTE MARCHERS' CLUB: completed 200km and more! except the only thing it gives you like sore feet and abrasions and blisters... none of which i got during the final 32km csb march. thankfully. if not i would have been foaming for the following two weeks.
anyway yesterday playing basketball i went up for a rebound and my legs felt WEAK. so i tried touching the board (knowing that the days of being able to get a hand on the rim are in a galaxy long long ago and far far away) and couldn't get my palm onto the board.
this then resulted in an epiphany that i'd better start working my butt off again if i want to get back to some semblance of my former fitness level.
this is a fitness rant... damn exciting. i wonder how i will do for IPPT next year. hopefully i still can clear 9.45. i just don't like running but when you have to do it, you have to do it.
next year in my sedentary office lifestyle i resolve to swim and gym 3 times a week since these facilities are available to me. and of course there are the mandatory 4km runs on 1 3 5... so. i will not run slowly! i will run properly so that i am panting by the time the run ends. and all this is achieved through a very simple method of motivating myself. actually its not self-motivation, its more of organisation-imposed. when you have to stay in you might as well make the most of your time in camp, so its going to be a lot of books and PT for me. speaking of which i suppose i need book recommendations. some intellectual reading, i can't be surviving on fantasy fiction for the next ten months. there comes a point where swords and sorcery will dominate my life... not that it already isn't. maybe one day while walking on the road i will see a LOCKED CHEST and i will use my 1337 l0ckpicking skillz to unpick it. and take out a level 80 epic weapon. ha!
then the world will tremble before the power of my 100% lifesteal
yeah right
so what have i accomplished this year?
well... i have reached level 50 in diablo. and been awakened the the fei-ness of an elemental druid and become thoroughly convinced of the ownage of a fury werewolf.
i have earned my one black bar. ha ha! say hello to my 1080 dollar allowance. or something like that
i have achieved a level of previously-unknown financial independence from my parents. now they only pay my handphone bill. and of course living expenses at home la, but i don't think that really counts. i like this very much... i don't like to take cash from my parents. but there is the temptation to just spend and buy what you need, hence i am very grateful to my parents for raising me to be a good and practical boy with a firm hand on his wallet. though i am inclined towards nice shoes
actually this whole year was kinda geared towards commissioning and becoming a new 2LT. could have done more with what i have. so i commission with a few regrets but! just look forward and smash whatever comes next.
okay that's pretty much it. what i managed to do this year
i learnt a lot about people and how people think.
i have a rough plan of my future! i think that's pretty important. knowing what you want to do. and what's going to roughly happen in the next ten years or so
finish army ord earn money go study teach get married have kids
ten years!
within ten years i will be 29.
damn that's damn old (from my perspective now anyway)
AND SO WILL ALL OF YOU. HA
next year 20
wahlau...
second decade will end
bye bye innocence

its the 24th of december and i'm sitting at home, clearing all seven days of my leave. ha-ha!
leave is good.

okay, commissioning was on 19th, which is five days ago. and yesterday was comms ball.

comms parade was THE biggest thing that happened this year man. essentially the whole year has been a loooooong journey towards that transcendent moment on the parade square when walter wong (who smashes all the other emcees) goes 'the newly commissioned officers' and of course there is a veritable EXPLOSION of happiness that sweeps across the parade square. i do believe the people in the stands can feel it. even after the RO declares the commission and your parents put on your rank it doesn't feel complete until you throw your cap. wah
that feeling is damn bomb
its like this collective consciousness of all 494 people becoming enlightened at the same time. HELLO WORLD!!!

anyway before the parade i was really nervous like nobody's business pls damn scared that i will fumble.
but there are many lovely people out there (even if i don't know them) who say good luck and good job, be it in the cookhouse or in the corridors or before the parade itself. damn good feeling also la

i guess that's a lot of good feeling that i've talked about. all this good feeling is even gooder after you think about all the crap you've been through.

hm

so whats it mean to be an officer?
i dno, haven't really felt it yet. just went down to unit and nothing much happened, its battalion block leave. and i have a very cool posting even though i say so myself. though a part of me still wants to go down to an infantry battalion and chiongsua as a rifle pc
quite shiok ah get salute from people. and its no longer 'eh, cadet!' its 'yes sir how may i help you' from the guardhouse.
but i guess you still gotta earn the respect of the people if not the salute is worth nuts
so!
to a year (or a bit less) of being a 2LT
better be a good one

hey baby
guess what

it ain't love
when i feel it i'll announce to the world

its called being at home
man
the feeling of being at home
is one of the best feelings in the world.

serious man
suddenly the week seems shorter
this is week 38
but i tell you
24 hours never pass so slowly before
even outfield.
this perma parade square thing is getting me down

BUT!

now i am at home.
i gotta go back camp in 20 minutes
however

ahhhh
i love home