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So Reel
Orchard Road was my haunt for yesterday and today. Surprisingly, there is quite a bit of reel life exprience. And of course, it will always be reel.
I went down to Cuppage yesterday to have dinner with my first-3-month JC classmates. I choose that place because I read that the place have a few really authentic Japanese restaurant, and it did not disappoint me.
There essentially three Japanese eatery that was up to the standard. A yakitori house, a ramen shop, and the restaurant which we finally settled. Each of them resembles scenes from J-dramas. Reel nice.
The restaurant I visited was really cosy. It was almost like a exact replica of those restaurant in dramas, places where characters meet after work, or whenever they are free, to share their everyday life. I was surrounded by Japanese expat. Even the boss were Japanese. Wow, reel cool. The food was also super authentic, yet with some new creation. We had this fungi udon (i know i had a lot of fungi this week... Including those at pasta bar last Friday...), porridge (anyone try that before?) and other stuff like kimichi pancake. It was an ideal chill out place, enjoy the great food and atmosphere at the same time. The place is the first eatery on the left once you exit Centrepoint from its side entrance. Check it out yourself.
But it can only get this reel in life.
Movies always show military institutes protected by high technological security system.
Yah, so much for high tech, we are still using bar code card that were made just for show. I have never used it so far.
Even a construction site can do better than that...
lou dao's current project uses fingerprint recognition system to clock in and out workers. All workers need to do is to press their thumb, and the rest is done. Even though his comapany had employ a lot of new innovation (remmeber his Vietnam trip and the plastic scafoldings?), but I have never thought of finding such thing in such places.
SAF should be real embrassed. (They should, as this blog is open to the whole world...)
Next, at the car park after a meal at Ding Tai Fung (we all know this place... need no more elaboration) for my birthday dinner. There was this convertable that parked along the road, while the driver pay for the parking fee. When he return, he tried to jump into his car, like that in the movie. And of course, he isn't. He did not made the jump, and have to resort to opening the door and enter the real way. ha ha (simpson's style)
So much different between real world and reel world afterall...
And still 225 days and counting... (no reel reference to this one...)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/30/2003 10:42:00 pm
Sucks...
I hate blogger sometime...
Actually wrote a post of the adventure and misadventure today.
When I was about to post it, it ask me to sign in, and every thing was gone... I have no way to retrieve the blog...
damn...
Wait till I'm a little more settle before I tell you guys about it again...
225 days and counting... (suddenly I hate this number...)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/30/2003 09:36:00 pm
ding ding ding
The past fe days were like wrestling matches.
First, I went down to on of those army training centre to attend some pre-mature revivsion traing. We roll through sand, pipes, canals, and perform all sort of silly training tasks. It was only great tat we had a chance to cross this speical make shift bridge, which make us feel like chinese martial artist with exceptional flying skill...
Round 2, cleaning of arms. During the training, each of us fires 30 rounds of blanks, which basic composition is carbon. They stick on to every single parts of the rifle, even the smallest possilbe groove or holes. Despite cleaning it for 3 whole hours (missing my favourite TV seiral drama), it was not up the my superior's standard. If not that we have the next few days to clean them, I would have no sleep last night.
Next, is how to kill time in camp. Thinking that we will be busy in camp, I brought no text book or CD player to occupy me. What to do? Sleep? You can't do that the whole day do you. (I born in year of rooster, not pig). So, I walk in and out of the bunk, but have to withstand the stare of those idots in camp. What's wrong with walking around? I hyperactive what...
Back at home, it is a whole new form of matches.
Doinf up this page is one thing, dealing with lou ma zi is another.
Due to her recent electrotherapy, she have burn around her chest. It is almost torturous for her. Any sweat would give her one whole lot of irritation. Now, blood water started to flow out of the wound, and she need to have this special bandage to protect her wound.
There is nothing much I can do really. I have my own scehdule to ahere to. The first thing in mind after returning from camp is really rest.
Hope these matches will end soon. Hope lou ma zi's battle with cancer will end even sooner.
And 227 days and counting... (nothing special about this number...)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/28/2003 10:41:00 pm
Round 1
First round of revamp done, w/ the great help from my closest comrade in camp. The tag board is at the bottom. I am still trying to sort this out. Give some comment please. (including all my aunts out there, I noe u are there... speak up!)
231 days and counting... (just like my site now, not in proper order...)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/24/2003 11:48:00 pm
Wrestling
The day started out quite meaningful. Ushering cancer kids to our vehicles, in my camp where they organise this special open house for them. But it only start to feel so after 3 hours of wait, including cleaning the area, back in camp by 0700, when the actual event only start at 1100.
These kids were quite lively though. It lighted up the day, one which only the A-level batch were retained to perform this chore.
Bringing those kids up and down the was real tiring. If you don not believe me, try it yourself.
Anyway, I tried to move this whole blog to my own website.
But, as you are still seeing this here, it simply mean my wrestle was a waste.
Moving house was hardwork. Moving website for web-editing newbie was worse.
I was armed with step-by-step FAQs, yet the result was horrendous... Nothing went up...
And there you are, one day only WWE match of shu ja... Real tired now...
233 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/21/2003 07:11:00 pm
Privillege
Over herad my camp buudy's worries of going for the specialst course starting next month.
First cut, he would be ORD by the time he finishes his course. There is no time he can use to pick up his studies again.
That is a common worries among many of us, as we were told we might be attached out.
Next, and his bigger concern. He will be treated like any other trainee in the course, freshmen from basic training. He will lose every single previllege he enjoyed after all these months.
We all enjoy privilleges that we earn. It is always hard to lose it in just a blink.
All I can do is to wish him the greatest luck possible, as he really need it in the uncertainty ahead.
237 days and counting... (yah, 2 post in an hour, thoughts just pop out)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/18/2003 08:53:00 pm
Thoughts
They are like vegetables. They need to be fresh in your mind.
Thought got about in your head every second.
They disappear the moment they appears.
I do not have a good command of English. Hence, I take sometime to organise my blog, after racking out what to write.
How I wish I could be connected to the Net all the time. I can just type down my thoughts immediately.
However, why waste so much space with things that don't leave impressions in you?
237 days and counting... (that's the only thing thats go with me all day round)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/18/2003 08:33:00 pm
Venerable?
I had spend a day with Aunt Pat (yah, that same one, mum's tang mei).
First thing, went down to catch Body World. This controversial exhibition of plastinated, real human dead body, is really an eye catcher, and so much more.
There were the expected stuff, the body sample of cancer patients, smokers and other diseased body part. But I was more amazed by the human nervous system. The complicated networks of organic wires that connect from the brain and spinal cord to the rest of the body. If not for the speed of 400m per second, organisms like you and me and others will be as retarded as a rock.
I also thanks the doctor in-charge for my mum. It is only today how tiny and dangerous lou ma zi's cancerous spot, until I see actual sample of it. If not because of the labels on the exhibit, the whole breast would look very much normal. Thank those people up there for making the medical science today so advance.
Talk about Aunt Patty, there is really much to learn from her. She would have walked the path of Aunt Linda if she just follow a smooth path of studying on her mum's in Canada. But she did not.
She choose a harder way. She use the most amazing way to get to pay a lower fee in the State. There were times she really regretted, but she pull through.
It may be the nature in her. She play extras in movie during her teens, without his father, my third grand uncle's knowledge. She did a lot of sturborn thing. Her son is playing some of these nature for her now.
Her life, is what I call, colourful.
Our human body just an organic unit. It is very much venerable.
Our will is the power to drive it.
Together it is the most powerful thing that drive us to our dream.
And 39 days and counting... (i cancel the 2 this time, cause I like it to be all multiples of 3, trinity)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/16/2003 09:51:00 pm
Events
When it's time for something to happen, there is no way you can stop it.
Invited my good friend to my place to dicuss about the Japan trip yesterday evening. I plan a lot of after dicussion entertainment. Most of them are on my computor.
This is where the problem start.
The connection to Japan sites are very slow. A bad omen.
Just then, after letting the PC stand on its own while we have our dinner, the problem blows open. First, can't re-activate the PC. Second, burning smell. That guy is dead.
So, we missed Kill Bill, depended the whole entertainment session on my PS2, and still finished the day happily.
But, a big but, I will have to bring the PC to fix. Time wasted again. There goes my Sunday...
I was planning to see Body World today...
However, it was not really the end of my weekend. The only fault was in the power supply, and changing it almost effortless. And there you are, reading the blog written on my good old PC.
Next, I went out for meal with my mum's cousin (actually is my mum's dad's brother's youngest sister, making her my mum's tang mei in Chinese). We had lasi lemak at Changi. Now I know why all other store have no business once that one store opens. The chicken wings are crisp on the outside, tender and juicy inside. The fried egg was just nice. The egg white was neither too hard or soft. Do you which one is it? It is the first lasi lemak store at the entrance. Another way is to look for the one with the longest queue, even before the store start selling.
But after all this, there is one good news. I got my pay, but I did not spend a single cent. Good start for the month.
Yet, I still did not went down to see Body World...
246 days and counting... (wow... seqeunce even number...)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/09/2003 10:06:00 am
Fool
Going for my first COS duty in a few hours time. Worried...
Watched Kill Bill yesterday. It was bascially a tribute to all Asian action movie. The cinematography changes in each chapter.
I watched it with my camp mate, and some of them were under age to see this R-rated movie. My buddy was dead panic. The whole pre-entry exprience was a ride of the life time for him. Silly.
I had a bigger misadventure, too.
I went for an appointment, that doesn't exist.
I mistook the date, and only discovered it on the train, out of the camp.
The situation was really what Chinese will say 骑虎难下.
All I could do was to buy time buy eating a second breakfast, and take the long route back to camp.
It was really not on purpose. God, please do not punish this Fool. Show some mercy on me...
251 days and counting... (the days are numbered)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/04/2003 08:00:00 pm
Memories
I could have started out earlier, but I can't. I was left with less than an hour of net time. Only after 0000hr, my unlimited status starts. HA HA HA HA
I went back to Palau Tekong during the week. It was where I was trained in for the first 3 months of my national service, and the journey had certainly brought back lots of memories.
The actual training ground on the first day was the mid way point of my pre-graduation route march from the training school. Only this time, we stayed one whole night at those frabricated shop houses, which were actually training shack.
The next training site was more sentimental. It was where I had my best campsite during my 10 days (only one in the school's history) field camp. It was dry, and he ground was nice. I also had my first so-called war game there. We used blanks to 'fight' with other sections from other platoon, straight after the theory lesson on combat skills. It was a total chaos and failure. But, it was the best part of the 10 days. My section was the only one that did such thing. The rest just repeats the drill.
That place was also the first time I discover plain rice could taste so great. Before the day we embark to the next campsite (where I had a bad fever...), the CSM indented plain rice for the whole company. It was on the 4th day of the camp, and we were getting tired of the combat ration (which I have touched ever since, except in Oz). The rice, though plain, tasted excellent. This could only happen outfield during the basic training days.
Around the site, there were rooms with that batch of instructor scribbling their names on the wall. They must all have finished their service term by now. But the good time with them stays on in my heart, just as the graffiti stays on the walls (as long as no one whitewash it...).
Of course, bad memories that haunt me, too. Some of those includes those suckers in my camp now making a fool out of themselves (again...) at the island.
But the worse were still those during my basic training days. During the 10 days out field, I had a hyper ventilation on the first day, so bad that I was sent to the medical centre. Then, I had a real bad fever (38.5 degree to be exact), and was only sent away after I start to hallucinate. Worse still, the ride there was super bumpy, and I was push back to the camp the next day, digging trenches while I was still in a trance. If not becuase my section mate took care of me, I would had passed out again. ^_^!!!
Let these memories stay as it is, as I hope I will not going back to that silly isle again in the years to come.
256 days and counting... (256, the no of the bus that I take when I was still in Ang Mo Kio)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 11/01/2003 01:28:00 am