100 truths (or lies)

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

WHAT WAS YOUR:
1. Last beverage: Water
2. Last phone call: Dad
3. Last text message: Ryan Wan
4. Last song you listened to: Glossy:MMM by Miyuki Hashimoto
5. Last time you cried: 1 Month ago

HAVE YOU EVER:
6. Dated someone twice: No
7. Been cheated on: No
8. Kissed someone & regretted it: No
9. Lost someone special: No
10. Been depressed: A bit
11. Been drunk and threw up: Drink in moderation

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:
12. green
13. Blue
14. orange

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)
15. Made a new friend: yes
16. Fallen out of love: No
17. Laughed until you cried: dunno
18. Met someone who changed you: yes
19. Found out who your true friends were: very difficult question.... idk
20. Found out someone was talking about you: yes
21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: no
22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: most.
23. How many kids do you want to have: 2-3
24. Do you have any pets: yes. fish and rabbit
25. Do you want to change your name: no. short names are good.
26. What did you do for your last birthday: cage in the morning. not so good dinner at skectches in bugis but had a wondderful cake
27. What time did you wake up today: 3.00am for guard duty rawrrr
28. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping in the freaking hot guard room bunk and dreaming I was stuck on this remote island with that random girl.
29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: ORD lo!
30. Last time you saw your Mother: 9.30am in the kitchen
31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: my future destiny. i really need a cheat code.
30. What are you listening to right now: not listening
33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom : No
34. What's getting on your nerves right now: nothing
35. Most visited webpage: facebook, hotmail
36. Whats your real name: lee kang qi ian
39. Zodiac sign: gemini
40. Male or female?: male
41. Elementary?: acsj
42. High School?: acsbr, acjc
43. College?: dunno yet
44. Hair colour: brownish black
45. Long or short: short
46. Height: as tall as that young tree over there
47. Do you have a crush on someone? used to.
48: What do you like about yourself? ability to eat
49. Piercings: No
50. Tattoos: No
51. Righty or lefty: Righty

FIRSTS :
52. First surgery: 2 years for sealing up a hole in heart
53. First piercing: no
54. First best friend: jun lei in k2?
55. First sport you joined: rugby in p5
56. First vacation: dunno. always been travelling since very young.
58. First pair of trainers: idk.

RIGHT NOW:
59. Eating: not eating now
60 Drinking: not drinking now
61. I'm about to: go bathe
62. Listening to: the fan whirling above my head
63. Waiting on: nothing

YOUR FUTURE :
64. Want kids?: yes
65. Get Married?: yes
66. Career?: yes. to be successful without having to work long hours. lots of cash and a sense of fulfilment. never to bow down to the 9-5 job + overtime. enjoy life man!

WHICH IS BETTER :
67. Lips or eyes: Eyes
68. Hugs or kisses: hug and kiss at same time
69. Shorter or taller: shorter
70. Older or Younger: plus minus 2 years
71. Romantic or spontaneous: both
72. Nice stomach or nice arms: stomach?
73. Sensitive or loud: ?
74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship
75. Trouble maker or hesitant: idk what this means too.

HAVE YOU EVER :
76. Kissed a stranger: No
77. Drank hard liquor: yes
78. Lost glasses/contacts: no
79. Sex on first date: possible, but never to do that
80. Broken someone's heart: maybe
82. Been arrested: Nope
83. Turned someone down: all of them too shy to tell me straight =(
84. Cried when someone died: no
85. Fallen for a friend?: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
86. Yourself: yes
87. Miracles: yes
88. Love at first sight: no
89. Heaven: yes
90. Santa Claus: no
91. Kiss on the first date: yes
92. Angels: yes

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: No
95. Did you sing today?: no, i whistle
96. Ever cheated on somebody?: No
97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: when i just entered sec 1.
98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: Europe.
99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: yes
100. Posting this as 100 truths?: yep..

a night to remember

This is not from High School Musical 3, the book by Walter Lord or any random song. This is Muse - A Night to Remember.

A great band member once wrote:

"When we muse about the Muse of the ACJC Concert Band, we invoke the inner fire of music within us. This is a night of music to remember, a nocturne to muse for eternity."

From God came the Muse, and this is the power of the Muse: the power of passion. The Muse that we muse about, presented itself that night to all who listened. The perfection we sought, is the product of the Muse. The imperfections we could not avoid, we do not harp on. The magnificent music of that night we ponder: how do we prolong the joy that engages our body, soul and spirit? Continue to muse on the Muse and spread its wings, we realise, for it is the wellspring of musical enjoyment. And then we can bask in its glory for all eternity. It came to the listeners' apprehension that on that night, the quintessential Muse made the night brighter than day.

The above is nonsense. What must I been thinking? The concert was great. Thanks for the memories! And I am the 'great band member'.

maury and the weird

"Oh, I'm going takeover as host for The Maury Show for 3 weeks when he's going for an operation."

That came from the mouth of a person who was from my er... office. Believe it?

A show that is like the Jerry Springer Show. A show that displays the dirty laundry of poverty America. A job to host such a show given to an unknown Singaporean with an alias on facebook with 2035 friends (I have 18 mutual friends with him who come from random parts of my life and I still fear making friends with him). 3.5 million viewers a show. This guy is a 302. Everything about him is weird; he looks weird, dresses weird, smells weird, sounds weird, has weird mannerisms. If he smiles at all, you have the sudden urge to punch him in the face. The odds are stacked against this statement. Yet, there must be some hint of truth in between the lines of between of the lines.

He said:

"They have been starting to showcase Chinese people so they need someone is able to speak English and Chinese."

"I'm flying there on _____ (this date... I forgot)."

"I know the dunno who of this dunno what show and this guy recommended me to the producer of The Maury Show."

"My boyfriend is going to miss me while I'm there." o.O

He wrote: "Maury Show (NBC)"

I'm in a quandary. Should I believe him or not?

I simply told him to tell him to go and send out an e-mail to the office when he's the host over there so that I can find him on Youtube. All I can do is wait. Wait for weird to become a weird star.

A piece of my mind: Could it be a ploy by Mr Maury to bring him to actually take part in the show? To be jeered, ridiculed and scoffed in a top secret plot with a script so vicious and ludicrous? If that is so, I can only wait and see.

unlucky

*I'm out of control, please mind my unusually high usage of coarse language. Thanks.

Some horrible thing happened to me. I was freaking tired after getting out of my camp at 6.45pm (mega long meeting that I observed ><), and I took the 2 buses to get to Coronation Plaza to wait for my parents to pick me up. I sat outside on the marble benches outside NTUC, just starting to read my vocab flash cards to pass the time (preparing for SATS!) and drinking my oreo crush at the same time.

At 7.30pm, a messy-haired, bespectacled woman approached me, clutching her mobile phone, saying in chinese (gg... chinese... the untouched language) that she needs help with typing an sms. Her voice was barely audible and I swear that did not sound like Singaporean Chinese to me. I accepted her request, since I was wearing that pajama-like green uniform and had to be helpful to others to show the spirit of the ymra. That turned out to be a great mistake.

Apparently, as I deciphered her almost too soft voice and screwed-up speech pattern, she handed me her Nokia phone to type the sms. The screen displayed her inbox. Her inbox was filled with some system notification messages. At the top was at last, a normal message from someone called Gina Ng. She wanted me to reply to Gina. Suspiciously, the message simply said: "Who u?". I thought, since she actually contacted this person by sms, why is she asking me to do this? Then, she asked me to type, with much difficulty in deciphering her Chinese: "Dear Gina" She suddenly gave me her IC (her name's Ang something something) and some business card with Gina and Gina's number. Then she continued: "there were 2 policemen who came to my house." I stopped there. (A bit weird here because she never explictly told me to type her name out. She only handed me her IC.)

After that, she gave me an information overload. Like really random bits of information. About this Ah Boon, then she showed someone's photocopyed IC, perhaps some criminal. Suddenly, she switched to asking Gina to call her. Then this Gina and her boyfriend. That was it. I heard incoherent sentences in mostly weird-sounding Chinese come out and a smatter of sometimes incomprehensible English when I asked her to repeat in English. I was desperate, so I started typing: "Please call me". She stopped me, for weird reasons I can't remember. Then she continued on with repeating what she said, which was still far too much and too incoherent and random for me to type on sms.

I felt fucked up. Whatever she said in Chinese I did not know what to type. Finally, I said, "Can you slowly repeat what you got to say in your sms? I'm just here to type this sms for you." She was agitated. And went on to continue her random rambling. It was frustrating, intense and her original request sounded redundant; she had too much to say to me. "Can't you just call Gina?" I asked. She instantly retorted me, saying that she didn't want to call her because of some stupid reason I can't remember (maybe Gina wasn't picking up her phone). In the middle of her rambling, she switched her focus to aggressively persuading me to type the sms for her and saying how important it was to her, some police case thing and her I-don't-know-what illness. I thought, "What you fucking want me to do? I don't understand what you fucking want ok!" I couldn't say what I thought as I was in that green uniform. She reminded me that what I was typing at that moment could be some sort of police thing (evidence for something? I guess). That sounded extremely fucking pressurizing. I knew I had to back out, this was going to get stupider and stupider - an endless pit of stupidity.

I gave her phone back to her and prepared to pack my bag and bravely said, "Sorry, I don't understand your Chinese. My Chinese isn't that good." I hinted that her English wasn't too comprehensible. She said, "I'm going to sue you. Where are you from? (obviously, leveraging on my uniform)". I didn't reply because I didn't have any obligation to tell her anything. That was shocking anyway. Blackmailing me all of a sudden. I argued, "How do I help you when I don't even understand what you are saying? Anyway, you can easily ask anyone else out there if you need additional help." She irately replied in Chinese, "zhen shi mei you liang xin." ( No heart for the needy.) I thought, "Like what the fuck?! I eagerly volunteered to help you but I couldn't understand you and you fucking say that I am not compassionate?" As she said that, she was busily snapping a photo of me. (Like I care! You were in the wrong! STOMP me lah. I didn't care whether my sewn-on name or formation badge was in the picture.)

I briskly walked away after that, ignoring the grating voice she had, towards the stairs to the car park, feeling stupefied and confused, never turning back to take a look. I felt fucked up because she tried to blackmail me. She had to had that ulterior motive of making me get fucked if I didn't fully helped her. An innocent ymra personnel in a noob-looking green uniform sure looks like a good target to blackmail!

Maybe I should discuss a bit about my theory about the mentality of this woman. Why did she probably this to me? My guesses: The sms was important. Gina could be Ah Boon's girlfriend. Ah Boon could be her son. She was desperate because her son is a criminal and he's on the run and she thinks that Gina may know about his whereabouts. The 2 policemen were there to search her house. She wanted Gina to call her. She could have wanted to warn Ah Boon via Gina that the police may be about to find him. I feel it that it all links together. It is complicated. I swear that she was so damn despo that her emotional state overcame her rational, logical state. Desperate people will do anything irrational. I don't wish to get involved in this! o.O

I swear I was a bit lucky. I don't know how to imagine if I persevered to stay longer to help her, I could have got really scammed if I suddenly backed out by then. It certainly does not pay to try to help some people! D: Indeed, the reality of society sucks. Just hope she doesn't hire a PI to search me using that photo she took and implicate me in the future with crap that may involve the ymra to waste my time!

*Note: I don't want to state the ymra specifically cos they really do have people who search for bloggers who blog anything to do with them! I saw some blog posts in a powerpoint so I'm not taking any chances here.

new paper epic fail

HEALTH-SCARE SECTOR! THAT'S DAMN SCARY!!!!one!!1!

not possible

OMG! How could forget going to the BBQ on Sunday! It slipped off my mind. I saw the results. THe photos on facebook. I wasn't in there because I forget to go. Nobody reminded me too! D: WHY?! So I'm unwanted? Fine. I'm fine with parting with 10 bucks but being free and not going seems a waste! Sian diao. RAWR! I need humour. I need some laughs or I could die because my existence is being ignored!

I may be wols. But a narutard is a narutard. Click

Ok, I'm fine again. Laughter is the best medicine.

songs about army

Blogging about army is risky. Everyone knows that. Perhaps not me.

During the first 17 days of confinement that everybody in my company went through, people were bored sick in the bunk. Boredom, of course, gives birth to creativity. Our minds were filled with thoughts on how to make time fly faster, aka how to kill time. My bunk, which contained an excess of brain dead souls made up a song. Actually, 3 people made it up. Somehow, I'm one of them.

The 12 Days of NS (sung to the tune of The 12 Days of Christmas)
On the first day of NS my sergeant gave to me, a brand new FAD (or SOG).
On the second day of NS my sergeant gave to me, 2 garters and a brand new FAD.
On the third day of NS my sergeant gave to me, 3 PT kits, 2 garters and a brand FAD.

IT'S NOT PRACTICAL TO TYPE ALL THE SHIT, SO I SHALL CUT THE CRAP AND TYPE THE IMPORTANT PARTS.

On the fourth day..., 4 NO. 4s... (In the end, everyone gets 5 of these but at the beginning you really only have 4 of these.)
On the fifth day..., 5BX...
On the sixth day..., 6 candles...
On the seventh day..., 7 core values...
On the eighth day..., 8 rounds of ET...
On the ninth day..., 9 push-ups...
On the tenth day..., 10 lights out...
On the eleventh day..., 11B...
On the twelfth day..., 12 bunk-mates... (According to my bunk, I do have 12 of them.)

A song that is NOT R21 or M18, for once. Such a relief. No gore, no violence, no inclinations towards sex, no vulgarities, no self-depreciating humour about your own death, no death threats to your superiors or buddies and no girlfriend dreams. Clean fun that's difficult to find.

The whole platoon came to know of the song, I don't know how myself. Soon, the whole company knew about it. The 3 of us, the unknowns, remained the unsung heroes of the song. It should remain like this for eternity (at least till this song becomes obsolete).

The bored-to-death section also came up with 2 games to play - Defence of the Lockers or DotL and When the Cold Wind Blows. Whatever they are I shall cover them next time.

a level results

Call me a perfectionist. 4h2 As, pw A, H3 contem physics dist, gp B, chinese C.
Heck Chinese. I always don't care about it.
But gp is B. omg omg omg. damn the essay. I did the wrong one and killed myself off. Of course not happy. I should have done better for GP, that's why.
Anyone who knows me from Barker would be familiar with this one. Again that curse struck. For six years it has been there. Is it just me or is it him? Another reason for sadness.
My bro came home and saw my results slip and he agreed that the GP grade is indeed very irritating. D:

There's a second chance, though a lesser one. When I take the SAT, my england will be so powderful, that the B shall be banished. There's hope of course.

In any case, results aren't everything.

Well, back to camp on Sunday. Sad. I'm confined after the pop for something that shouldn't have happened.

After confinement, time to search for scholarships and ask questions. And apply for the local unis. I'm not going back to NTU (If I apply for them, they will confirm want me because I've taken part in too many of their programmes but look at them, so cheena and all the China students over there omg). Not management, econs, law (I can't take with B for GP), business so SMU's out. That leaves me with NUS.

The whole world expects me to take medicine. No way I'm going that path. I going for a science/engineering course. Not EEE (horrible experience at NTU, sorry not cut out for it). Something else...

After all, overseas is where I want to go. Destination UK. If not, US.

So who's happy with their results? From my closer friends, they generally don't seem too happy. Among my classmates, there are bits of unhappiness but many are happy, with one calling it divine intervention.

the war

I'm going to fight the war. The war in Tekong.

First, I have to report there at 8.30am at the war command centre 2. Then they will inculcate and drill the idea into my head of having a war mentality before shaving my head as a sign of acceptance of the ways of war. They will give me lots of war rations and equipment and I will be led to my campsite. I will fall in and they will give me my rifle. Thereafter, they will send me into the battleground, to fight the war.

My commanding officer will decide my fate; he gambles with lives the same way a gambler gambles with money. Blood will be shed, but hopefully not mine. I will have faith and trust in him.

My company shall fight as one, forging a strong unbreakable bond. My comrades will cover me, and I shall protect them. With our lust for blood, the savage enemies will be defeated. God protect us.

There is hope. A light at the end of the tunnel, though only a sliver. The war will be over. Its days are numbered.