This blog is all about me, and anything about me. Be prepare to be loaded with lots of food, movies, music, grumbles and even some foul language. This is the place for anyone who knows me, even on the most superficial level. Enjoy and hope you know me better each day. (please adjust your display setting to Unicode)
Conflicts, Me
Tommorrow (Sunday) will be a Mum's trip to SGH and be getting ready for her 2nd operation. She had done every bit she could to maintain the functionalbility of the family (i.e. food).
And still she could not handle the many other domestic chores. I was more than willing to help, feeling that it was my duty. At Frist...
I actually quarreled with her over sweeping the floor today, before cleaning it tommorrow. I said I hate to sweep the floor.
Later Dad asked whether I was bother by something in camp, and I can't hide from him. But I myself do not know what is really going on in me. I have been thinking that I was on my way of recovery.
Was it because of all the bad events of my family, or was I bothered by the mishap of my comarades in camp, or am I just going too loney again without a girl friend, or was it just the grudge of having to be staying in camp for the whole f next week? So many things go on in my head, so murky. So dark, yet so clear rubbling in my head.
When will this headache of me begone...
116 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 8/31/2003 12:11:00 am
Joy O Joy
Lots of unhappy events pops out this week. Fortunatiely, I'm out of camp now, and yesterday was what I can call a joyful day. Finally... ^-^
First, the comapany finally allow us to endorse our physical fitness test at silver, second best to gold standard. Man, cna't they just do it earlier and not let my legs sore like nobady's business? Thanks for the keep fit time though, cause you will never imagine what good trip I had afte that.
I went out for counselling.
That was not the big deal. I went down there once in a while to hear praise of my improvement, making me feel more confident of myself, re-moulding who I was.
The great things come when I had my lunch, at The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf (laughing out loud when typingnthis down... ha ha ha aha ha ha ha...) While my comarades and goes alike suffer lousy food in camp. I had a fest of a life time. Got myself a Xtreme Ice Blended (that kept me awake to 2+ last night) and a house's Ceaser's Salad w/ smoked salmon. And not forgetting, the feast of my eyes: a gorgeous, totally suteki(j. simplly perfect) Eurasian creature was sitting right in front of me, blocked by only the glass door of the cafe. She was tall (but not taller than myself, relieve), with beautiful tresses over her more of oriental look, with blends of exotic favours. Times better looking than that Eurasian gal in Singapore version of wheel of Forture(only a gal compare to that beauntiful creature). She had her chiken pie and vanilla latte (i heard her order, she was after me... i did not do anything mad), while shu-jia had my greatest meal of my time... (^-^) shiawase dayo
After book out, I went down to Holland Village for a nice meal at night. The journery there was also exotic, surrounded by eye catching girls of nearby schools and university (and my bro most porbably say that i overestimated them). After reading tons of article Cai Lan wrote about pho, Vietmanese rice noodle, I decided to try it. My food craving comarades ventured the eatery and really enjoyed ourselves with the new flavours to them. The beef noodles was perfect, and the rice skin spring roll amazed many. All but one. He tried this cold dish of vermeceli, and went on commenting how edible it was, and how a lot of beanspouts were in there, not forgetting to shun away (i really mean it, shun) the fish sauce that was suppose to go with his meal. I could stand it in the end, grab his bowl, pour it the whole bowl of fish sauce (everyone gave whoh look though), and I fianished the rest of what is remaining in the bowl. Man, it was the perfect combination of flavours I had (though my nose start to run, and tears rise...). Maybe it was just my craving that day.
Next stop, gelato bar. Frist, gelato is no oridinary ice cream. It is a class of ice cream made with the best ingrediant and comes in all kinds of flavour. At Bellagio, there were 72 flavours, spread among three giant fridge, 24 flavours each. Simply the most sinful thing I had done that day. I took on three flavours: black sesame (taste like that at Meidi-ya, formerly Liang Court Diamaru), vanilla nut (much better than just vanilla, like the filling of Bread Papa, if not better) and cinnamon (something really new, my last choice after standin in front of the fridge for 5 min...). My other comarade had bought 3x3 flavours, and cost him near $20. I almost wanted one more flavour, but I was just too full. Finishing 1 1/2 bowls of rice noodles and 3 rice skin spring rolls is not a easy feat, you know...
And there you have it, a wonderful day to start off for a long weekend ahead. Did I mention to you that I won't be home for the next week after Tuesday morning? Now you know. Care to know why? Normal stand by duty that requres me to be ready at all time during nex week, while I can do anything I like when the company had went on leaves or off, namely watching J-drama, animation, concerts or movies VCD in the comfort of my own room. I will be the only left.
Solitude, the next thing you can trust...
117 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 8/30/2003 11:27:00 am
Close
One of those nights off that gives you enough time to write a blog at home.
You might have noticed it, the last post was full of typo. Yah, it was done the second time. I deleted the first thing by mistake. Nevermind, this give me a second time to scold those bastard one more time HEE HEE (yah, that was a little sick, really ^_^!!!)
But, today was not a normal day for me. It lays deep impact on me. One of my comarades was sabotaged. The culprits was known to all, but not enough proof to him them wrong. The first question was, why him? This friend of mine had gone through more thick and thins with me, and I have always thought he is more street-wise than me. However, he was in a state of collapse when I saw him back in the office, finally spilling the beans of what had happened to him. He was often disturbed by the same bunch of F**kers who did the same thing to me, only this time it was really over the top. Liquid soap on your bed. Who can withstand such degrading acts!!! While thinking thru, I feel sorry for my friend, and yet lucky for myself. I had (or I think) I was the one marked odwn by these bunch of low-mentality creatures, deprived of interest, digging the sillyest fun from others. Today, I feel that I am really not alone. I feel the duty to stand by my comarades. I have the duty to help him go through this ordeal. I would not want anymore people to be taking pills just to fuction normally each day.
By the way, having nights off more often, taking trains to and fro between home and camp (yah, I din go play, 'cos got house work to attend), I saw quite a bit of things that make me have a thought about:
There was this young boy holding this can of soft drink in his hand, very much delighted. His father said, must share with daddy and mummy ah. It sounded quite communist at first. Must we share everything we've got with others, be it fruits of our hardwork? But this sound so capitalistic. but the truth is, this is what really lacking among the people of the new generation. We need to reduce our indivduality and reach out to others. Sharing, to a suitable extend, let you reap more joy than enjoying alone. Finally, I see hope in the new generation of parenting *0* (enlighten)
I saw this Tiramisu on my other friend's blog. He made it himself, and I 'm trying it. Man, ain't baking a female hobby? Hack, I like to cook, who cares...
And, did you seen Mars the past few days? Raise your head and look up the sky, scope up your old bino (yah, i rack up my 60x, dad fixed it) and what ever you have to take a good look, unless you can live to the 23rd century to catch its next close encounter.
Do forth with what you have in control. A wise cook cooks with what he find in the kitchen, he never plan what to cook. Life should be like this.
119 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 8/28/2003 08:28:00 pm
Time
I was back from camp for night off about an hour ago. Did a lot of thing actually.
On my way home, thought ablout those fucking hell son of "somebody" in camp. Do they really have to taunt me for looking at them, saying i am a coward for just walking my own way, minding my own business, and my prioty was to get out of the place to attend my stuff as soon as possble. Can't they do something better, like gurading the vehicle shack, which they are supposed to do... Intead, they just have to cause so much crap in such a few second... Damn those suckers...
Alighted the train, went to the library, returned the booked. Opps? Forgot my 11B/army ID. Did't borrow any book ^_^!!! Then I bought Sun Yanzi's new album, sampling the new songs now, while listen to the old sone in camp. As nomral, my bro commeted the cover: why so ugly. He just have real strange sense of beauty, no giving a damn to ordinary favourite. Whenever a girl turns him on, I would be screaming all over. But, it was never the other way around...
Finally back a home, had a fresh bak cheese bun, some ribs and vegi. Of Course, it tasted much better than those in cookhouse. That's for sure, nop budget to worry, no profit to affect quality. Home cook, the best eatery in the world...
Before I foget, try use less water to make soya bean milk, it would taste better. IF you wanna make it more robust, try 1/2 fresh milk, 1/2 soya bean milk, reccomended by Cai Lan, tasted in Japan...
And Finally, I am here writing this. Thanks to those handful (really a handful, can count using hands, no toes needed). Thanks every little comment you made, especially those from my comarade (you know who you are, the moment i asked you about my site, you "shoot" me with that comment). But please mind you to withstand that. I might got too subjective against thopse people i hate. But this this is really the only place I can curse them thill the end of the world with no worry. I do not want tpo stuck everything in my heart, and return to that stage in life. It was never phony, I really couldn't stand it then. I would not want to go backward...
Here, I have just done so much thing in just mere 1 hour plus. Time is kind to those who make use of it correctly. Those numbskulls who wasted it doing idiotic things, will always be complainling time is not enoug for them. Suckers doing chee bai things will be always using their chee bai time faster, doing nothing.
Nevermind, 121 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 8/26/2003 09:27:00 pm
Bad Time => Goog Time
To start with, Brain (Brian in camp) mentioned my blog in his blog. Nice. (^-^)
Today was spent with my mum, attending an update on her condition. After slow reception and long wait (typical government hospital treatment) we saw the doctor. Then the best part, the lab test shows that there are hints of cancerous cell out of the marginal area. Damn, it was suppose to be 10% chance to get it unclean. Man, my mum was sure in bad luck (did I mention that the washing was spoiled a week ago?). Fortunately, the docotor told us that the next operation will remove some more tissue, and only 10% it will be unclean again. But, due the mental torture, mum just want it all cut off (the breast, she ganna breast cancer).
All and all, I think there is no such need. You've got chance! Game for it! That's what I told her. Don't depress, press on!? And so, she got back to her old self, and took the gamble. This is the mum I know. We even went down to The Patissier to have cakes, which she reframe herself from. She just said, she is going for another operation anyway, hack care! I am happy that maintain her optimistic self (^_^)
As for the cakes (i really can't resist to talk about it... ^_^!!!), it was a strawberry lavender and cuppacino cheese. My mum said they were a little sweet, but she still insist on me buying her a cake on her birthday, also to signify her recovery.
Ok, i stop talking about food today. Then, let me shred some light on parenting. I was onmy way to SGH on train when I saw this kid, 4/5 years old, screaming and biting her mum, whom pulled him down form playing on the train. As normal, everyone looked at them. Firsting in my mind: give him a tight slap, man. Naughty kid need no face. Those kid's parent have nothing to be shamful about punihing their kids. That's parenting, no pain, no gain (for the kid). And I was brought up this way, only to land up on the right side. All those caneing is worthwhile...
Thru Mum's misfortune, I do gain some wisdom. Times in life can be bad, but who knows if if it harbings a good future ahead. If we give it a try, we will be able to see that better future. Giving up only stop everything from moving. Never give up.
Last word, taken from Cai Lan, th worst tasting food, is health food. Ponder upon it
125 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 8/22/2003 08:41:00 pm
More food carazy days!
A few of my friends had visited here and called me. One even said can't enter. In all, that means people do pay attention to me. Blessing (^-^)
You know what, when you have too much time in oyur hand, it also manifest into some form of trouble. For instance take the past few days, I have been free at home, occasionally helping out with housework (due to my mum's inconvience), while drilling into the world of Final Fantasy X. But today, I don't feel like doing anything at all. I just spent 3 hours sleeping after lunch, and did 2 hours of goaless surfing. You do get quite irritated when you've got nothing to occupy you. That may be one of the few reasons that those jerk/jackass in camp like to irritate others, friends and anyone alike, whenever we have nothing to do in camp. Why can't they just find some other thing to do. Why can't they just join in the team to work, instead of making a fool out of themselves? (you may wanna shout: medic! i need a medic, someone's going nuts here)
Nex to me right now, is a can of chocolate-coated coffee beans. (you may ask: huh? eating coffee beans?) I tried it the first time when i visited this chocolate bar at The Durian (aka The Esplanade). That version was cinnamon coated on white choco, over java beans. It was a killer, $9+ per small can. How small? you can only hold one shot of expresso coffee in it. But those people up there never forsaken the poor food lovers. When walking thru my favourite store (aka MUJI), i found it in a normal choco version, costing only 1/3 of the prize!! (All hail MUJI!!) And now, I am on my way to finish the remaining beans in the can and ready to atone the crime by getting a sore throat.
Then again, by some coincident, I surf by The Patissier website: http://www.thepatissier.com/webtop/ This is a very posh cake shop you can found in the most unexpected places. This cake shop closes on Sundays, and intrigue to find out what is so great aobut it. I was stupid enough to take a taxi, just to buy a cake for my father. When you enter the shop, you could only see decor that resemble a posh restaurant. In front of you, is just a display of cakes of varies form. It have the most exotic flavours you can ever imagine. I bought a green tea chest nut cake, whilst chestnut is Luo Dao (canton slang for dad) favoutie flavour for any cakes. I took another taxi home, and share this exqusite piece of art with my family. And that's where the problem start: I became addicted to that place, and spent 2 hours circling Chinatown, just to pay for my qunench for cakes. I think I will go down there again tomorrow.
That's another problem when you are too free and got nothing to do: you ended up searching for food everywhere. Just today alone, I have eaten 18 coffee beans, 1/2 tub of Rocky Road ice cream and some other snacks at home. And hey, I have got a SOC to run next week!
Anyway, who cares. It is my off, my life. When you don't treat yourself when when you've got the chance, you will lost the pleasure when you are old and weak, teeth too sorgy to bite, blood pressure to high to eat fried food, allergic to these and that, the world's food in future only in the form of tablets... Hey... just shut up and eat lah, a-ho-o
126 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 8/21/2003 06:29:00 pm
Thanks m( _ _ )m
Just wanna say a few words. Due to my present conditions, I have created lots of inconvience to my comarades and superiors in camp. I feel truely in debt to you all. However, I am no good in expressing myself, hand hence acted quite strnagely towards you guys some time.
In all, thanks to all of you. A Big THANK YOU for every little thing you have done for me. domoarigatou gozaimasu. xie xie. m( _ _ )m
(kowtow/ bowing to you)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 8/20/2003 10:10:00 pm
First shot!
This is the first one. Possible hicups here and there. ti liang ti liang ^_^!!!
After influence from all my good frineds/ comarades in camp, i am writing this. Hope U have read the Intro. Or else, just and kill time. Thankz, my comarades.
Today is the second day of my 1 week long off (just to make it feel better, 5 days actually...) Seen LXG yesterday. Really good to see literature characters in action together. Imagine Dr Jekyl on board Cpt Nemo's Natilus, and Invisble Man being scratched by Dorian Gray? A must see. especially for fans or inspired fans of the original graphic novel (it means comics, just sound better)
For your information, shu-ja (jap for "me" in polite ways) is not a haapy person. Like many A-level NSF, I am under depression. My serious and short temper get in the way in camps. I can only wish those F***ing CCB be gone in 127 days. They really have a bad sense of humour and perverted mind of order. shu-ja is a procelein vase, while they are just low-down clay pot. No point fighting with them. This is my recent resolution, with the help of Cai Lan's books.
Talking about Cai Lan, he is an acclaimed collum writer in Chinese art circle. His works is simple, yet full of open ideas to be pondered aobut. His former job as film producer had led him to tell stories all over the world. He is the perfect Japanese cultural guide, due to his education there. And best of all, he is an distinctive local, who can make fun of himself, while upholding his deserved pride, especially towards the Japanese. His humourous and diverse stories bring me out of the blue in camp, despite some thought my condition got worsen, as i constantly laughed out loud while reading the book... (embrassing) Reccomanded for fellow Cantonese, due to some Canton-exclusive foul language. (more coming up, i have borrowed 4books this week. will post up some of the more interesting stories)
To my comarades, 127 days to our rise, Rise of the Civilised. (^0^) HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 8/20/2003 09:32:00 pm