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)
Two Sides
The past 7 days was a real busy one. A homey like me could not even take time off for nights off 4 one whole week. Here is the two sides I look at the whole event:
~ Cheap Labour
The army had been known for doing stupid thing in the wrong time, in peace time. They can have over streneous training that cause death, posting people of a certain calibre to the wrong unit, so can they plan a big visit from the Cheif Armour Officier to a empty camp now.
Yes. I am part of that empty camp.
Hence, the work of preparation starts. NSF, regulars alike, no matter what rank and waht position are you in the company line (not in the HQ), all of them are transformed into painter, cleaner, and any other odd job title you can think of. Soldiers? NO, odd job workers! Why? The Chief want to see it!
And because of the paint storage, I almost died of suffocation when I was sleeping in the office during duty. Tyr the feeling of not feeling your thoart, it is really no joke.
The whole world know the SAF (or rather Screw-up And Fucked-up) has lots of reserve given by the government each year, and our battlion had definatly received a lot of them. But why can't we use them for the renovation?
Because the whole SAF Army fighting force, is a one big team of cheap labour! By providing them with the so-called nutrious food and neat loaching (typo possible), and giving us a punny allowance, they expect every single Singapore's son to be master of all trade. Hey! We are not Monkey God, you know!
But we are definately cheap labour...
~ Best of Luck
Yes, the whole week had been the worse of luck for me. On top of the shit jobs, I had an extra duty to perform, due the the poping up of a course for regular commanders, and I was not smart enough to notice the change. Hence, I was only been able to go home once on week day, while the other two possible days I have to sta in camp to perform duty.
However, this may be just luck is balancing.
Last week, I manage to escape covering some stupid son of somebody's guard duty, because I have a duty to perform the next day.
The bad luck might also be there to exchange for a safe fligt and trip next Saturday (yes, I'm flying to Nihon next Sat).
If it doesn't forbid, I hope Luck allows a little bit of oversea romance... maybe wooing a girl, whatever her origin, in Japan...
Just asking... don't tilt the luck to the bad side again if you ain't happy, Lady Luck
43 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 5/29/2004 07:11:00 pm
White Lies
After online for the past 4 days whenever I am home, I managed to download a Japanese version of the classic comedy, Bewitched. The literal translation of the Japanese title, it s simply 'my wife is a witch' which is the same way they call the original thing. During the credits, it even shows that the basic plot was written by a group of Americans. That might explain why some episode goes really Americanised dumb.
Critics aside, as my post ain't about the drama, really.
In one of the episode, the pranks-loving mother witch put a spell on the brooch the husband bought for the witch-wife. Anyone 0.5m away from the brooch will only be able to tell the truth.
Not that bad actually for the loving couple at home. The husband only complained how little the wife had improved her cooking (remember, witches don't cook, they zap out everything).
But back at work after he just bought it from the shop, the trouble starts. His boss started to give negative comments about the client; his college complained about working with two ugly man in the office; the client started muttering of how reluctant she choose the company to work with... the list went on and on, and the whole work day could not function at all, because all the prompus words are gone.
To make matter worse, the spell caused the superior to falls out with his father-in-law, and nearly divorced his pregnant wife.
However thanks to the little witch (actually not that little, she look young, yet decline to tell her true age... you know the age thing about witches, her mother is so old that she can flung Shakespeare and hence the ugly witch in Macbeth), she believes that the old couple are actually as loving as themselves. With the the brooch again, the superior's family poured their hearts out about the truth. The truth is, they still loved each other, only misunderstandings and the matter of 'face' stand in their ways.
***
Yes, I went a bit too far in telling the story. Yet, I hope you see the moral behind it.
The truth is, white lies are necessary in the daily life. But in some point of life, we should just discard all social burden, and tell the truth. Tell your girl how much you dislike the way she dress up sometime; tell how nagging your mum she is; tell your old man that he is too submeged in work. Though you might fall out with them for a while, but at least it should them that they are people you can truely share your life with.
(I think I have a little expression problem in the last part, pls tell me what's wrong, the truth of the problem with my English. Thankz)
50 days and counting... (i can't wait to see time fly faster..)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 5/22/2004 05:22:00 pm
Relax
For people who have know me long enough, they have a common coment about me. I am extremely nervous aka kan jiung spider (sing: nervous spider)
Yes... I admit that I am always impatience or nervously worrying the wrong thing. I am always very focus, or even stress up in work, but I can get real worked up over planning a gathering with a group of friends, even though the event itself is at least a month away. I could also keep pestering someone whom he owe me $1.20, while in actual fact, I owe him 10 bucks.
I even got a bit impatient when Auntie Joycelyn (my close, family friend) wasn't around at the restaurant just now during lunch, when the fact is that it was she whom initiated the lunch meeting with lou ma zi.
Furthermore, I was real worried about my Japan trip. The initial start amazingly 2 years before the actual tour (coming in 3 weeks time), going online to look at various attractions' review. As of the application of leave for the trip, I started nagging at my superiors while the rest of the company are still occupied in the daily training (that's about an year ago...). In actual fact, when I finally applied my leave, it was at the same time as one of my comrade, who is going on a Taiwan trip the day after my return from Japan, apply his leave. That's about a month ago.
Not to mention that I started my frantic saving operation, that is of non-existence and unnecessary as I have all the money settled long ago.
Ironicly, the phrase 'relax', which suppose to rythm with my name, is never part of my second nature. Even after I change the last letter from 'x' to the sleep related 'z', I don't feel more sluggish in my way. I am still so kan jiung all the time.
Maybe I should add a few more 'z' to my name to remind myself to tune down my rate of working up... (^_^!!!
51 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 5/21/2004 04:39:00 pm
Epics
I seen Troy yesterday with my family. sai lou watched it for for historical accuracy, while the rest of us only wanted to watch a moive.
Yes, this is definately an epic production. The manpower used is overwhelming, the costume design was specticular, and the location can only be magnificiant.
But, this is like all I can comment about the movie, just one of those expensive epics.
The story line is almost zero, even I know how difficult this is a hard one to made. The whole story of Trojan War was only recorded on a poem, and part of it was still missing till today. All we knows is that a war was started by a queen-stealing prince, fought by an invicible warrior, only to ended his life for being a real snob up: got shot on his heel while parading his enemy on a chariot. And not to mention that the war lasted for 10 whole years.
However, it will always be an epic. We will always remember as the modern remake of a classical epic.
56 days and counting... ( i was expecting to see more epics, when I still can afford to...)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 5/17/2004 07:15:00 pm
Crap
The Chief of Armour or Army (it was written COA)have a big joke for us. They want us, A-level NSF, to write an essay regarding defining moments in the army.
Yah, right... defining moments...
Most of them I can really think of, are those that nearly drove me berserk, actully went berserk, or on the verge of complete break down...
But we have a job to do afterall. So, I put up a 300+ words crap on the happening in the Nation Day Parade I participated 2 years back. That was really the only thing in army I have the most delighting memories about.
Coombine with other's, it result in a big piece of crap.
Just the right thing for the right group of audience.
What can I do? They're my superior what...
60 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 5/13/2004 07:11:00 pm
Friday Night Fever
NO, I did not placed a wrong title, neither did I watched the musical of Saturday Night Fever on a Friday night.
I simplily was down on fever on Friday.
It started out as am allergic reaction to dust during the rearragement of the office. The usual running nose and sneezgin. I have grown quite used to it nowadays. Then the next moring, I worsen to be a high fever. It got worse during the night, meassuring at 39.5.
Yes, I got two days of medical rest. I need not go for the time wasting Armour Family Day, that drag till 9 at night.
However, I missed the NYJC Homecoming event... Not only will I be seeing old faces with better makeup or dress up, this is a preview of girls which I will meet a my new school term.
All thanks to my fever, I am stuck at home, feeling drowsy from my medcines (having about typo error in every word I type this blog), and not even enjoying my PS2.
66 days and counting... (no more fever in the days to come...)
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 5/08/2004 08:31:00 am
Stink
I happen to have a strange sense of smell, sniffing out some smell that most don't notice.
For example, I can smell the a bacon smell from a old man next to me on my way home today.
I can also notice that there is a different smell before and after the Indian stupid new specialist start to live in my bunk.
They can be irritating, they are everywhere.
Dogs can do that to differentiate people, and even their emotion.
I think I was a pig or dog the previous life or so...
69 days and counting...
// sprinkled by wing_0 @ 5/05/2004 07:47:00 pm