It's rare that I get the opportunity of being alone by myself in the stillness of the night, doing what I want to do, thinking about life and other stuff. Late night TV programmes are great I must admit and I find it hard to understand why the media, or rather Channel 5 would put other lousy shows in prime time slots as opposed to the likes of The Practice, Alias, Nip/Tuck etc. Perhaps it's because these shows have what we call "mature" themes but frankly, I believe that viewers might be a little to immature to understand the issues that such shows bring up and hence prefer to indulge in the more superficial shows. Sad. What a sad sad phenomenon.
I've come to realise that the world doesn't stop spinning when you enter NS - thank goodness it doesn't, for life in here seems like an eternity. The flip side is, it leaves you behind. Devoid of the media, life for the past month seemed surreal, consisting of nothing but eating and sleeping and parade rehearsals whilst others continue on with their lives - friends getting ready to start a new life as an undergraduate; Singapore gets into full steam with preparation for major events such as the upcoming IOC meeting (frankly, I'm really looking forward to it) and in other regions terrorist attacks go on as if it's part of a daily routine and Gloria Arroyo seems to be losing whatever she has worked for as president. It's scary how the world moves as such a bewildering pace whilst we, men, serve in a mind-numbing environment, oblivious to what goes on outside the gates of our "internment" camp. This fear, which is turning into reality, of being left behind when we are liberated is definitely something that we have to confront.
It's scary when you realise that you've completely forgotten whatever you've learnt in the past 13 years of your formal education. In the army, your brain degenerates; you engage in meaningless conversations; gone are the days of brooding over economic theories, or debating about current issues. Everything now is just based on an order and mindless execution.
We had our very last rehearsal for SAF Day Parade today and well, I suppose the exceptional weather did make it a memorable one. First it was cool and windy. Later, it became sunny and windy, followed by cloudy and still and finally the ultimate combination of sunny and rainy. The rain clouds were merciless in dispensing water and it seemed as if it was only raining on OUR side. Ah well.
Sad to say, with the end of SAF day parade marks the end of the holiday which I've been enjoying thus far. Soon, I will posted to the other side of the island - Lim Chu Kang despite assurances that all efforts will be made to post us to "convenient" locations (convenient for the SAF, inconvenient for us). 40 SAR awaits me. Medic. Oh fun.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Another of my rambling
It's rare that I get the opportunity of being alone by myself in the stillness of the night, doing what I want to do, thinking about life and other stuff. Late night TV programmes are great I must admit and I find it hard to understand why the media, or rather Channel 5 would put other lousy shows in prime time slots as opposed to the likes of The Practice, Alias, Nip/Tuck etc. Perhaps it's because these shows have what we call "mature" themes but frankly, I believe that viewers might be a little to immature to understand the issues that such shows bring up and hence prefer to indulge in the more superficial shows. Sad. What a sad sad phenomenon.
I've come to realise that the world doesn't stop spinning when you enter NS - thank goodness it doesn't, for life in here seems like an eternity. The flip side is, it leaves you behind. Devoid of the media, life for the past month seemed surreal, consisting of nothing but eating and sleeping and parade rehearsals whilst others continue on with their lives - friends getting ready to start a new life as an undergraduate; Singapore gets into full steam with preparation for major events such as the upcoming IOC meeting (frankly, I'm really looking forward to it) and in other regions terrorist attacks go on as if it's part of a daily routine and Gloria Arroyo seems to be losing whatever she has worked for as president. It's scary how the world moves as such a bewildering pace whilst we, men, serve in a mind-numbing environment, oblivious to what goes on outside the gates of our "internment" camp. This fear, which is turning into reality, of being left behind when we are liberated is definitely something that we have to confront.
It's scary when you realise that you've completely forgotten whatever you've learnt in the past 13 years of your formal education. In the army, your brain degenerates; you engage in meaningless conversations; gone are the days of brooding over economic theories, or debating about current issues. Everything now is just based on an order and mindless execution.
We had our very last rehearsal for SAF Day Parade today and well, I suppose the exceptional weather did make it a memorable one. First it was cool and windy. Later, it became sunny and windy, followed by cloudy and still and finally the ultimate combination of sunny and rainy. The rain clouds were merciless in dispensing water and it seemed as if it was only raining on OUR side. Ah well.
Sad to say, with the end of SAF day parade marks the end of the holiday which I've been enjoying thus far. Soon, I will posted to the other side of the island - Lim Chu Kang despite assurances that all efforts will be made to post us to "convenient" locations (convenient for the SAF, inconvenient for us). 40 SAR awaits me. Medic. Oh fun.
I've come to realise that the world doesn't stop spinning when you enter NS - thank goodness it doesn't, for life in here seems like an eternity. The flip side is, it leaves you behind. Devoid of the media, life for the past month seemed surreal, consisting of nothing but eating and sleeping and parade rehearsals whilst others continue on with their lives - friends getting ready to start a new life as an undergraduate; Singapore gets into full steam with preparation for major events such as the upcoming IOC meeting (frankly, I'm really looking forward to it) and in other regions terrorist attacks go on as if it's part of a daily routine and Gloria Arroyo seems to be losing whatever she has worked for as president. It's scary how the world moves as such a bewildering pace whilst we, men, serve in a mind-numbing environment, oblivious to what goes on outside the gates of our "internment" camp. This fear, which is turning into reality, of being left behind when we are liberated is definitely something that we have to confront.
It's scary when you realise that you've completely forgotten whatever you've learnt in the past 13 years of your formal education. In the army, your brain degenerates; you engage in meaningless conversations; gone are the days of brooding over economic theories, or debating about current issues. Everything now is just based on an order and mindless execution.
We had our very last rehearsal for SAF Day Parade today and well, I suppose the exceptional weather did make it a memorable one. First it was cool and windy. Later, it became sunny and windy, followed by cloudy and still and finally the ultimate combination of sunny and rainy. The rain clouds were merciless in dispensing water and it seemed as if it was only raining on OUR side. Ah well.
Sad to say, with the end of SAF day parade marks the end of the holiday which I've been enjoying thus far. Soon, I will posted to the other side of the island - Lim Chu Kang despite assurances that all efforts will be made to post us to "convenient" locations (convenient for the SAF, inconvenient for us). 40 SAR awaits me. Medic. Oh fun.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
3E Gathering 250605 cum Oreo Cheese Cake part III
Nothing beats coming back to Singapore after a nice long stay in Batam; back to the dull and depressing greys and greens of what is symbolic of slavery to this country, nicely termed as NS liability. No more aircon hotel room and fluffy beds; goodbye to smiling faces of a great staff; farewell to good food - teriyaki fish. It is depressing.
On a better note, SO3E had a gathering yesterday at Sharon's house. The food wasn't good, or rather there may have been a lack of it and our BBQ wasn't quite a success but still, I enjoyed seeing all my good friends once again. This time, my Oreo Cheese Cake was a SUCCESS! Chee Keong and Boon Seer couldn't stop eating once they started and I saw Meh-Meh and a few others eating spoonful after spoonful while talking. The crust was a tad bit too hard though, or perhaps it was because we didn't have a knife to cut it so it was left largely untouched, with signs of feeble and unsuccessful attempts of someone trying to scrape something from the brown mass of Oreos.
16 out of 19 turned up, unfortunately, Ben couldn't make it because he was sick. Oh well, I'll meet him really soon in my new unit. Zhong Wei and I managed to sneak some time to bitch together; esther and al taught me a basic salsa move and we basically took tons of photos so much so that Sharon had to confiscate my camera in a bid to get the class to move to the basketball court. Pictures ruined, memories not- my camera sucked though at taking night shots. Class basketball lasted a whole ten minutes or so since the lights were turned off at about ten, but it was fun while it lasted and that definitely got me reminiscing about the weekly basketball we used to have as a class. I definitely got a much needed cardovascular workout and lucky for me, I was tycoing 3 pointers like no one's business. Perhaps, just maybe, I do have a knack for basketball. Haha. Yangqi hasn't lost his skill at dribbling - he's zai.
There's quite a bit that I want to say but I shall reserve it for my own personal journal. Voyeurs out there, I'm sorry.
Till then, it's back to camp tomorrow.
Pictures here:
http://community.webshots.com/album/378429494FpTWPL
SO3E - Class picture!
On a better note, SO3E had a gathering yesterday at Sharon's house. The food wasn't good, or rather there may have been a lack of it and our BBQ wasn't quite a success but still, I enjoyed seeing all my good friends once again. This time, my Oreo Cheese Cake was a SUCCESS! Chee Keong and Boon Seer couldn't stop eating once they started and I saw Meh-Meh and a few others eating spoonful after spoonful while talking. The crust was a tad bit too hard though, or perhaps it was because we didn't have a knife to cut it so it was left largely untouched, with signs of feeble and unsuccessful attempts of someone trying to scrape something from the brown mass of Oreos.
16 out of 19 turned up, unfortunately, Ben couldn't make it because he was sick. Oh well, I'll meet him really soon in my new unit. Zhong Wei and I managed to sneak some time to bitch together; esther and al taught me a basic salsa move and we basically took tons of photos so much so that Sharon had to confiscate my camera in a bid to get the class to move to the basketball court. Pictures ruined, memories not- my camera sucked though at taking night shots. Class basketball lasted a whole ten minutes or so since the lights were turned off at about ten, but it was fun while it lasted and that definitely got me reminiscing about the weekly basketball we used to have as a class. I definitely got a much needed cardovascular workout and lucky for me, I was tycoing 3 pointers like no one's business. Perhaps, just maybe, I do have a knack for basketball. Haha. Yangqi hasn't lost his skill at dribbling - he's zai.
There's quite a bit that I want to say but I shall reserve it for my own personal journal. Voyeurs out there, I'm sorry.
Till then, it's back to camp tomorrow.
Pictures here:
http://community.webshots.com/album/378429494FpTWPL
SO3E - Class picture!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Orea Cheese Cake - Part II
My second attempt at making an Oreao Cheese Cake failed miserably. It seemed to have a lot of potential in the initial phase but unfortunately, the end product was a mess. It was an expensive failure - a big waste of Philadelphia cream cheese, Nestle cream, butter and Oreo cookies plus a whole lot of time.
Originally a surprise for my mom as a birthday present turned about to be a flop - a vomit inducing greyish mixture that started overflowing over its Oreo cookie crust as soon as I removed the metal cylinder that was supposed to give it its circular shape. And, it didn't help that my mom's secretary also made an Oreo cheese cake for her in celebration of mom's maturing process; it was successful attempt compared to my utter failure. No one wanted to eat it, the brave ones included my mom who did so out of encouragement and my sister, who took an eternity to finish it with a face so contorted, it seemed like I was toturing her. But she says, "We still love you." So much for cheese cake yeah?
At this rate, I'll never ever be succesful at making one for my class BBQ in a few weeks' time. Sigh.
Help anyone?
Originally a surprise for my mom as a birthday present turned about to be a flop - a vomit inducing greyish mixture that started overflowing over its Oreo cookie crust as soon as I removed the metal cylinder that was supposed to give it its circular shape. And, it didn't help that my mom's secretary also made an Oreo cheese cake for her in celebration of mom's maturing process; it was successful attempt compared to my utter failure. No one wanted to eat it, the brave ones included my mom who did so out of encouragement and my sister, who took an eternity to finish it with a face so contorted, it seemed like I was toturing her. But she says, "We still love you." So much for cheese cake yeah?
At this rate, I'll never ever be succesful at making one for my class BBQ in a few weeks' time. Sigh.
Help anyone?
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Oreo Cheese Cake
I made my very first Oreo Cheese Cake today. Yippee. My home group was my guinea pig for the day and well, hopefully no one gets diarrhoea. Mixed reviews, some saying it was okay, some said it was good: I think they were trying to be positive. I thought it was okay, though lavishly rich on the ingredients. Got to run tomorrow to get those fats burned up.
I finally have the entire range of L'Oreal pure zone series. Skincare purpose.
And I've overspent even though we have yet to reach the halfway point of this month.
Argh. GREAT SINGAPORE SALE. ARGH!
I finally have the entire range of L'Oreal pure zone series. Skincare purpose.
And I've overspent even though we have yet to reach the halfway point of this month.
Argh. GREAT SINGAPORE SALE. ARGH!
Tuesday, June 7, 2005
Of Shopping and Cute Guys
Retail therapy, a term I prefer to use, is a great way to reduce stress and increase your level of happiness and satisfaction in our mundane lives. Think of it this way - we spend half our lives working in the pursuit of money, so shouldn't we spend the other half then spending it? That's a little extreme but pardon me for being too consumeristic.
Apart from the all-too-simplistic view that "shopping" is a complete waste of time and money, I view it as a means of driving the economy. The local government talks too much about imports and exports in our context; simply looking at the impact of American consumers on the world economy would justify the need to take the women (and men) that throng the streets of Orchard or any other shopping belt seriously.
And so, after all that babbling, I therefore am exonerated of being accused of wasting time and money shopping last Sunday. And everybody says, "Fine." Dissenters, kindly refrain from proceeding beyond this point.
We went to Centrepoint on Sunday for shopping - I had in mind what I wanted to buy; my sis didn't have a clue and so did the rest of the family who were just all too ready to get away from the clutches of the claustrophobic four walls of our tiny little home. Centrepoint was boring - like duh and Heeren was the place to go so I dragged my sister along with me to Fourskin, and goodness me, not Foreskin, my uncle's shop. Before we popped over though, Gloria hinted to at something.
"The last time I had drank something like that was the time mom bought it for us."
Fine. $5 for cup of ice mocha and we sat there discussing about the decor and how I would decorate my study, plus other stuff. Only the two of us know.
We spent a huge load of time at Fourskin and thankfully, met Uncle John there. I spent some time choosing between 3 T-shirt designs and eventually got down to one themed Art, Love and War. Most of the time though was spent trying to choose SOMETHING for that FUSSYPOT sis of mine, who's OPINIONLESS. Whilst she was in the changing room trying on stuff I was throwing at her, I continued browsing in the "female" side which earned me a few stares from female counterparts who walked past. FINALLY, AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE AN ETERNITY, voila. Two singlets (tops, whatever, I don't know what to call them), one, a feminine pink and another, white with a purple design. Super girl I suppose so Amy, please ensure you force her into wearing them. (FYI, I PAID FOR THEM, WITH MY MONEY.) It was a steal, I had a 50% off my T-shirt and two nice complimentary, recyclable bags, red and black with a great design. $12.95 was a sure bargain and Gloria's were $19.90, buy one get one free. It's just great to have connections.
To round up the day, we spent some time going back to 37 degrees to contemplate whether I should get a few T-shirts with a really cute design, of a sketched surfer dude. There was when the fun began.
Here was the conversation.
While searching for the t-shirt that i wanted
Me: Pssst. Cute guy. Next to you.
G: Where? (upon seeing him, almost falling over due to wobbly legs) Oh my gosh, he's so cute!
Me: I told you so. Pretty boy.
G: He's got Julian Hee's eyes. He's SO cute.
Me: Too bad he's got a girlfriend.
G: I want him - (takes a look at the competition) why is his girlfriend so ugly?(Editor's footnote: she was decent, but the type who was really flirty and vain) He should take me (pauses for a while and realises she can't match up) sighs.
Me: I got to admit, he's cute. You want to browse some more and stay a little longer right?
G: (Speechless, her eyes fixed onto the object of her desire)
Me: Let's go. (drags her along)
G: (Relunctant) He's so cute. i wish i had him.
Me: Oh well, perhaps he's cute but his character sucks. (Consoling tone)
G: (Feeling better) Perhaps. But I would just marry him.
Me: I think I'd marry someone who looks like him, has Ivan Teo's character, and even his family - they're all nice people.
G: Swoons at the thought.
Me: Wait, that sounds SO wrong.
yada yada yada.
In the car, with the family.
Me: We met a cute guy just now. Gloria was just swooning over him.
G: He was so cute! He had Julian Hee's eyes.
Me: Gloria was just swooning over him.
G: Kor, why didn't you have a camera phone, I could have taken a picture of him.
Mom: Aiyoh.
It was indeed an utter show of any "girl" that was left in my sister, which was really entertaining none the least. And thus I conclude a very happy ending to a very happy day of shopping. Perhaps, it'd be an incentive to make her shop more in the future. Amy, GO FOR IT.
Apart from the all-too-simplistic view that "shopping" is a complete waste of time and money, I view it as a means of driving the economy. The local government talks too much about imports and exports in our context; simply looking at the impact of American consumers on the world economy would justify the need to take the women (and men) that throng the streets of Orchard or any other shopping belt seriously.
And so, after all that babbling, I therefore am exonerated of being accused of wasting time and money shopping last Sunday. And everybody says, "Fine." Dissenters, kindly refrain from proceeding beyond this point.
We went to Centrepoint on Sunday for shopping - I had in mind what I wanted to buy; my sis didn't have a clue and so did the rest of the family who were just all too ready to get away from the clutches of the claustrophobic four walls of our tiny little home. Centrepoint was boring - like duh and Heeren was the place to go so I dragged my sister along with me to Fourskin, and goodness me, not Foreskin, my uncle's shop. Before we popped over though, Gloria hinted to at something.
"The last time I had drank something like that was the time mom bought it for us."
Fine. $5 for cup of ice mocha and we sat there discussing about the decor and how I would decorate my study, plus other stuff. Only the two of us know.
We spent a huge load of time at Fourskin and thankfully, met Uncle John there. I spent some time choosing between 3 T-shirt designs and eventually got down to one themed Art, Love and War. Most of the time though was spent trying to choose SOMETHING for that FUSSYPOT sis of mine, who's OPINIONLESS. Whilst she was in the changing room trying on stuff I was throwing at her, I continued browsing in the "female" side which earned me a few stares from female counterparts who walked past. FINALLY, AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE AN ETERNITY, voila. Two singlets (tops, whatever, I don't know what to call them), one, a feminine pink and another, white with a purple design. Super girl I suppose so Amy, please ensure you force her into wearing them. (FYI, I PAID FOR THEM, WITH MY MONEY.) It was a steal, I had a 50% off my T-shirt and two nice complimentary, recyclable bags, red and black with a great design. $12.95 was a sure bargain and Gloria's were $19.90, buy one get one free. It's just great to have connections.
To round up the day, we spent some time going back to 37 degrees to contemplate whether I should get a few T-shirts with a really cute design, of a sketched surfer dude. There was when the fun began.
Here was the conversation.
While searching for the t-shirt that i wanted
Me: Pssst. Cute guy. Next to you.
G: Where? (upon seeing him, almost falling over due to wobbly legs) Oh my gosh, he's so cute!
Me: I told you so. Pretty boy.
G: He's got Julian Hee's eyes. He's SO cute.
Me: Too bad he's got a girlfriend.
G: I want him - (takes a look at the competition) why is his girlfriend so ugly?(Editor's footnote: she was decent, but the type who was really flirty and vain) He should take me (pauses for a while and realises she can't match up) sighs.
Me: I got to admit, he's cute. You want to browse some more and stay a little longer right?
G: (Speechless, her eyes fixed onto the object of her desire)
Me: Let's go. (drags her along)
G: (Relunctant) He's so cute. i wish i had him.
Me: Oh well, perhaps he's cute but his character sucks. (Consoling tone)
G: (Feeling better) Perhaps. But I would just marry him.
Me: I think I'd marry someone who looks like him, has Ivan Teo's character, and even his family - they're all nice people.
G: Swoons at the thought.
Me: Wait, that sounds SO wrong.
yada yada yada.
In the car, with the family.
Me: We met a cute guy just now. Gloria was just swooning over him.
G: He was so cute! He had Julian Hee's eyes.
Me: Gloria was just swooning over him.
G: Kor, why didn't you have a camera phone, I could have taken a picture of him.
Mom: Aiyoh.
It was indeed an utter show of any "girl" that was left in my sister, which was really entertaining none the least. And thus I conclude a very happy ending to a very happy day of shopping. Perhaps, it'd be an incentive to make her shop more in the future. Amy, GO FOR IT.
Sunday, June 5, 2005
Hi, High Me
Came back this morning from Fire Piquet duties back at camp, which burned my entire Saturday. I still have not managed to reason out the rationale behind the need for it, but all I have deduced so far is that it is a blatant show of disregard for the efficiency of our Civil Defence Force.
Being cooped up in the WOS room can be likened to a day in DB. Anyway, I spent the day finishing off my second Harry Potter book in a week and now I'm speaking and thinking a la JK Rowling style and obssessed with anything to do with muggles and spells.
I'm not too sure if it's me, or my sister, or the delightful prospects of going shopping BUT I know I'm high. High high high. Sha la la la la. In church just now, Jerome said I looked weird - weird because I looked cool which I have never been. Hello...I'm cool. I'm not a geek, and I'M NOT A CHAO MUGGER. I HAVE A LIFE. Goodness! what have I done to incur the wrath of these muggles around me except to get better grades than most people. Ego Ego Ego. Teeheehee. By the way, I like my new t-shirt. It's cool. cool cool cool & CHEAP at $18.90.
Life in the army is slack at the moment, except for the occassional parade rehearsal. Sigh. I've been exercising recently, hoping to get that 6 pac abs. Life isn't fair when you've got fat genes.
I'm being harrassed by my sister, who's irritating the s*** out of me. Sucker. She's mentally unsound. One moment, she's PMSing and one moment, she's irritating me. I had fun using curry to draw her facial expressions on my plate during lunch while I was eating prata. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Gloria stop irritating me. GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK. FINISH YOUR TYS. I DID MINE LIKE 10 TIMES OVER. I AM NOT A MUGGER.
haha. I just stabbed myself in the foot. Gloria, get off my back.
ARgh. I'm being crushed...
Being cooped up in the WOS room can be likened to a day in DB. Anyway, I spent the day finishing off my second Harry Potter book in a week and now I'm speaking and thinking a la JK Rowling style and obssessed with anything to do with muggles and spells.
I'm not too sure if it's me, or my sister, or the delightful prospects of going shopping BUT I know I'm high. High high high. Sha la la la la. In church just now, Jerome said I looked weird - weird because I looked cool which I have never been. Hello...I'm cool. I'm not a geek, and I'M NOT A CHAO MUGGER. I HAVE A LIFE. Goodness! what have I done to incur the wrath of these muggles around me except to get better grades than most people. Ego Ego Ego. Teeheehee. By the way, I like my new t-shirt. It's cool. cool cool cool & CHEAP at $18.90.
Life in the army is slack at the moment, except for the occassional parade rehearsal. Sigh. I've been exercising recently, hoping to get that 6 pac abs. Life isn't fair when you've got fat genes.
I'm being harrassed by my sister, who's irritating the s*** out of me. Sucker. She's mentally unsound. One moment, she's PMSing and one moment, she's irritating me. I had fun using curry to draw her facial expressions on my plate during lunch while I was eating prata. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Gloria stop irritating me. GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK. FINISH YOUR TYS. I DID MINE LIKE 10 TIMES OVER. I AM NOT A MUGGER.
haha. I just stabbed myself in the foot. Gloria, get off my back.
ARgh. I'm being crushed...
Thursday, June 2, 2005
Ms Lui's Wedding and other sweet things
Alright. This is rather late considering that the wedding was held last Saturday, 28th May. I must have fainted from hyperglycemia due to an overdose of sweetness. So, the remaining days were spent recovering from it back at camp, where life isn't so sweet; hence the delay.
Needless to say, Ms Lui was gorgeous; all brides are, though some are more gorgeous than others - Ms Lui was drop-dead gorgeous. No, I do NOT harbour a crush on her but delight in her beauty and brains, and who can blame this RJ alumni for possessing such qualities? Unfortunately, we weren't invited to her wedding dinner. Oh well, we ARE only her EX students.
One thing significant about the whole event though was that it brought SO3E back together for a reunion! I was elated to see all my classmates one more time, the girls especially, for suaning and bitching purposes. Ha! Then there's my beloved ZW and Ben, the two individuals who have made life so interesting with our usual bitching, snapping and complaining-to-each-other sessions. Ah, reminiscing the good ol' days. We did quite a bit of catching up at Starbucks@Orchard,housed in the same building with one of my most favourite label, Zara. I wouldn't really have to worry much about my future since everyone is going to do something different.
We have a Enming, our future doctor, for free MCs and consultations; Zhong Wei, as our dispenser; Zhao Yang and Alina, our future litigators and should the need arise, defence lawyers; Esther, the next empress of the food industry complimented by Chee Keong as gourment critic and food bio-engineer; Sharon, the teacher whom we'll get for free tuition for our kids; Singyong and Boon Seer, the entrepreneurs and perhaps for loans or investment tips, yours truly. The rest were either not present or have yet to make a decision on their future course of study. As much as networking is concerned, I am convinced that I am fully connected in all industries. I look forward to our next scheduled BBQ. Whoppee!
From the sweet things, we move on to the bitter, or should I say salty things in life. I should not whine for fear of being labelled ____ about NS life but nonethless, the sons of Singapore do perspire quite a bit under the hot, scorching, blazing, tormenting, bright, radiant sun, just to present our defence minister, the president and foreign dignitaries with a beautiful show of regimental colours. Oh the sacrifice that we soldiers have to make - we get a package deal of back aches, cramps and NOTICEABLE tan lines on our biceps and best of all, forehead.
This mind-numbing process lasts for a solid two and half hours during which all sorts of things might happen. For one, there's always the occassional drama of hearing a rifle hit the ground accompanied by a loud thud, and a cry for "Medic!" If one is lucky enough, one might witness all the action and yours truly was fortunate enough to have such an opportunity.
Call me sadistic but there is a certain sense of pleasure in watching men fall from grace. For one, it adds drama to the dull and solemn atmosphere of the proceedings and wakes you up from the hum-drum of a scorching afternoon. Also, it arouses the Medic in me, which I constantly have to fight in order to resist the temptation of running to the aid of the unconscious individual, who lies motionless a few metres ahead of me. And who can forget a medics duty of administering Intravenous Infusion? Oh a medic's life for me.
To round everything off, I would have to say that within a short span of half a year, I've experienced quite a bit. Birth (of a cousin), death (of my grandma), traumatic transitions (NS) and many more things that are emotionally taxing. Life is just so wonderful. But for now, I'm still hoping for my abs to emerge. Fare thee well readers.
Needless to say, Ms Lui was gorgeous; all brides are, though some are more gorgeous than others - Ms Lui was drop-dead gorgeous. No, I do NOT harbour a crush on her but delight in her beauty and brains, and who can blame this RJ alumni for possessing such qualities? Unfortunately, we weren't invited to her wedding dinner. Oh well, we ARE only her EX students.
One thing significant about the whole event though was that it brought SO3E back together for a reunion! I was elated to see all my classmates one more time, the girls especially, for suaning and bitching purposes. Ha! Then there's my beloved ZW and Ben, the two individuals who have made life so interesting with our usual bitching, snapping and complaining-to-each-other sessions. Ah, reminiscing the good ol' days. We did quite a bit of catching up at Starbucks@Orchard,housed in the same building with one of my most favourite label, Zara. I wouldn't really have to worry much about my future since everyone is going to do something different.
We have a Enming, our future doctor, for free MCs and consultations; Zhong Wei, as our dispenser; Zhao Yang and Alina, our future litigators and should the need arise, defence lawyers; Esther, the next empress of the food industry complimented by Chee Keong as gourment critic and food bio-engineer; Sharon, the teacher whom we'll get for free tuition for our kids; Singyong and Boon Seer, the entrepreneurs and perhaps for loans or investment tips, yours truly. The rest were either not present or have yet to make a decision on their future course of study. As much as networking is concerned, I am convinced that I am fully connected in all industries. I look forward to our next scheduled BBQ. Whoppee!
From the sweet things, we move on to the bitter, or should I say salty things in life. I should not whine for fear of being labelled ____ about NS life but nonethless, the sons of Singapore do perspire quite a bit under the hot, scorching, blazing, tormenting, bright, radiant sun, just to present our defence minister, the president and foreign dignitaries with a beautiful show of regimental colours. Oh the sacrifice that we soldiers have to make - we get a package deal of back aches, cramps and NOTICEABLE tan lines on our biceps and best of all, forehead.
This mind-numbing process lasts for a solid two and half hours during which all sorts of things might happen. For one, there's always the occassional drama of hearing a rifle hit the ground accompanied by a loud thud, and a cry for "Medic!" If one is lucky enough, one might witness all the action and yours truly was fortunate enough to have such an opportunity.
Call me sadistic but there is a certain sense of pleasure in watching men fall from grace. For one, it adds drama to the dull and solemn atmosphere of the proceedings and wakes you up from the hum-drum of a scorching afternoon. Also, it arouses the Medic in me, which I constantly have to fight in order to resist the temptation of running to the aid of the unconscious individual, who lies motionless a few metres ahead of me. And who can forget a medics duty of administering Intravenous Infusion? Oh a medic's life for me.
To round everything off, I would have to say that within a short span of half a year, I've experienced quite a bit. Birth (of a cousin), death (of my grandma), traumatic transitions (NS) and many more things that are emotionally taxing. Life is just so wonderful. But for now, I'm still hoping for my abs to emerge. Fare thee well readers.
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