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Sunday, January 30, 2005
Alpha Reloaded
i reported to the medical centre for the second time on the second sunday of my NS life. it was due to excessive exercising, causing the joints between my ribs to have inflammation. gosh~ when i heard this i got a shock, but the doctor reassured me it was totally ok. fine, riiight. because of this and my injured knees, i was excused for a lot of activities, skipping practically every circuit PT sessions, and trying to siam my SOCs.
i couldn't really remember a lot of things that happened already. let's see, i remembered before my first book-out, we had this out-field session to learn how to pitch our "basha" (*ops* i realised i forgot how to spell the word). it was quite miserable because it was raining and everything, and all the PCs and sergeants are all starting to use physical punishments. i remembered i hated all the Basic Close Combat Training sessions because the PTIs always find weird excuses to punish us.
what was i like during my BMT days? hmm~ i gave people the impression that i can't do a lot of things. i can't pass my IPPT, i can't complete my SOC in time, i can't do PTs because of my problems then, i can't do this and that. but whenever i was asked to do things, i did them with quite a garang attitude. ("recruit zhang! u can do it!" "yes sir!" *give garang face and struggle and struggle*) actually some of the things i can do one, just i don't want to do them too well. for what sia? i really don't want to go sispec or OCS. i don't think i want to hold that kind of responsibilities in army. in those positions, it's very easy to get punished for someone elses' doings, and i hate that. i hate it when i get punished for something i cannot control in the first place. i can almost imagine i get 7 extras for some ah-bengs' childish ill-respect. aiya, i just hate it.
so most of the time, i just scrape thru my tasks. even my job as the (what do u call it? *think* oh!) parade-state I/C, i just try to do it. wouldn't say i did a good job, 'coz most of the time i jus heck it and write numbers in without asking around. (haha, i remembered one of my platoon mate who was a recourse personnel went OOC because he had some "eye problem" which he claimed to have caused his misfire of live rounds during range. and i had to write his name EVERYDAY in the parade state book. i was really wondering when i could stop writing his name sia~)
then field camp and SIT test came. i couldn't really remember much. juz that i didn't really enjoy it, nor did i really hate it too. it's jus ok lor. i managed to book out on the second last day of the field camp because of my NTU mass comm interview, so everyone was like *wa~ so good*. and i had the whole toilet to myself back in the bunk. enjoyed a refreshing shower before i booked out. something happened while i came back, which caused me to sign 7 extras which i never served even until now. when i went back to outfield, it's already late at night and i didn't get to dig trench *no no, i did not regret NOT digging a trench* and slept thru the night at the training shed. next day was the last day of field camp and we went to the *what do u call it?* BOC *issit?*. it was... well... sandy.
oh~ i kind of like SIT test, 'coz i was really slacking. all the people in my detail are like sooo garang, they were always trying to fight to do something. altho there were a few tasks that sounded quite interesting, but i never really got a chance to get involved. the people in my detail would be like "eh, let me do this" "ok, then i do that" "i help you with that"... and in the end, "ok those left, u all do sentry!" and so, i always end up doing sentry, lying in a grass patch nearby staring into utter blank space, observing all the insects crawling all around me, while my detail tried to complete the tasks. not bad la~ we couldn't complete one mission only. oh, i remembered i was the medic for my detail, den i had to carry the stupid stretcher everywhere. but i was like SO weak, and there was once we had to do leopard crawl for 30 metres, and it was one hell of a lifetime for me. the stretcher kept hitting against my head and i could almost faint. and the sand kept getting into my eyes whenever i tried to lower my head to avoid getting hit by the stretcher. it was a terrible time and i was the only one left still doing the leopard crawl when all my people had already reached the point. and they were like "go! johnson! go! go! johnson! go!" den someone actually leopard crawled to where i am and helped me avoid getting hit by the stretcher and also helped drag me to make me crawl faster. wa, it was damn drama la~ but kind of enjoyed it. haha~
after field camp and sit test, everything was quite slack already. jus that i was trying to train myself to pass SOC and IPPT. what to do? because of muscle fatigue and the sudden increase of 8kg of my mass, i couldn't really pulled myself up onto anything high. i just felt so heavy. and every night i would go to the gym, do the Lats Pull Down for 3 sets and the chin-up machine for 200 times, den buying a soya-bean drink before heading to sleep. let me see ah, i did three IPPT retests and eight SOC retests before i passed both. and that's six days before my Passing-Out Parade. haha~ hen2 you3 man3 zu2 gan3 neh~ keke...
oh~ i remembered a few little incidents that happened. two days before my very last IPPT retest, i had a terrible diarrhea, and i was darn worried. i skipped the whole games day for BMTC sch 1 and i was at the medical centre waiting to see the MO lor. two days later, with my stomach still having butterflies due to both the diarrhea and the nervousness, i managed to pass my IPPT. shiok~ haha. then my last book-in to tekong on 1st june 2003, i forgot to bring my 11B. i was damn scared la, 'cos if i rushed back home, i would be late for book-in, but without my 11B, i could not do a lot of things in tekong, and i would get punished for sure. that's like the last 4 days of my BMT liao, dun wan to get punished anymore. so i went to see a doctor to complain abt my diarrhea (which hadnt really recovered yet! heng ah!) and i was given one day MC. so i booked in on the next day, skipping one POP rehearsal. muahaha~
Passing-Out Parade, otherwise known as POP, was the very thing every recruit looked forward to. but everyone dreaded the thing to do before we POP, the 24km route march. by that time, i had already passed my SOC and IPPT and so i was REALLY REALLY looking forward to POPing. so had to tell myself no matter what i had to endure. interestingly i did not really get tired for the first 20km. and by the time we reached back in BMTC for the last 4 km, i was still able to breathe normally. wa, but the very last 4 km was quite killing. it was like you know it's ending, and you are just counting down the minutes, and you dread EVERY second of it. then your muscles start to get tired and you see your bunk but you cannot go back yet. by the time we finished it, we were really drained of all energy.
if i'm not wrong, 5th of june was my POP date. and i was all ready to pass-out. then.... *krrroooonnngg* thunder was heard, and all of a sudden, it started pouring rain. wa~ our spirits were really dampened. we've waited for so long for this and it had to rain. I WANTED TO THROW MY JOCKEY CAP! all of us were waiting at the parade square in between the cookhouses and most of us were like "rain rain go away~ rain rain go away~" wa, it really worked sia. half an hour before the parade should start, the rain miraculously just stopped. it wasn't like "poooouuurr~" den "drrrizzzleee~" den stop, but it was "pouuuuuuuurr!" den abruptly stop. weird right? haha. and so, we happily got our POP parade. it was darn fast and before i knew it, i was already on the fast-craft back to mainland singapore together with my parents, knowing i wouldn't be going back anymore as a recruit.
BMT. it's quite interesting now that i recall the moments. but i knew i didn't really like it, nor did i really enjoy it. the precious moments were because of my frens i made in there. frenships, until then, were still my most valuable asset.
Johnzzon
i couldn't really remember a lot of things that happened already. let's see, i remembered before my first book-out, we had this out-field session to learn how to pitch our "basha" (*ops* i realised i forgot how to spell the word). it was quite miserable because it was raining and everything, and all the PCs and sergeants are all starting to use physical punishments. i remembered i hated all the Basic Close Combat Training sessions because the PTIs always find weird excuses to punish us.
what was i like during my BMT days? hmm~ i gave people the impression that i can't do a lot of things. i can't pass my IPPT, i can't complete my SOC in time, i can't do PTs because of my problems then, i can't do this and that. but whenever i was asked to do things, i did them with quite a garang attitude. ("recruit zhang! u can do it!" "yes sir!" *give garang face and struggle and struggle*) actually some of the things i can do one, just i don't want to do them too well. for what sia? i really don't want to go sispec or OCS. i don't think i want to hold that kind of responsibilities in army. in those positions, it's very easy to get punished for someone elses' doings, and i hate that. i hate it when i get punished for something i cannot control in the first place. i can almost imagine i get 7 extras for some ah-bengs' childish ill-respect. aiya, i just hate it.
so most of the time, i just scrape thru my tasks. even my job as the (what do u call it? *think* oh!) parade-state I/C, i just try to do it. wouldn't say i did a good job, 'coz most of the time i jus heck it and write numbers in without asking around. (haha, i remembered one of my platoon mate who was a recourse personnel went OOC because he had some "eye problem" which he claimed to have caused his misfire of live rounds during range. and i had to write his name EVERYDAY in the parade state book. i was really wondering when i could stop writing his name sia~)
then field camp and SIT test came. i couldn't really remember much. juz that i didn't really enjoy it, nor did i really hate it too. it's jus ok lor. i managed to book out on the second last day of the field camp because of my NTU mass comm interview, so everyone was like *wa~ so good*. and i had the whole toilet to myself back in the bunk. enjoyed a refreshing shower before i booked out. something happened while i came back, which caused me to sign 7 extras which i never served even until now. when i went back to outfield, it's already late at night and i didn't get to dig trench *no no, i did not regret NOT digging a trench* and slept thru the night at the training shed. next day was the last day of field camp and we went to the *what do u call it?* BOC *issit?*. it was... well... sandy.
oh~ i kind of like SIT test, 'coz i was really slacking. all the people in my detail are like sooo garang, they were always trying to fight to do something. altho there were a few tasks that sounded quite interesting, but i never really got a chance to get involved. the people in my detail would be like "eh, let me do this" "ok, then i do that" "i help you with that"... and in the end, "ok those left, u all do sentry!" and so, i always end up doing sentry, lying in a grass patch nearby staring into utter blank space, observing all the insects crawling all around me, while my detail tried to complete the tasks. not bad la~ we couldn't complete one mission only. oh, i remembered i was the medic for my detail, den i had to carry the stupid stretcher everywhere. but i was like SO weak, and there was once we had to do leopard crawl for 30 metres, and it was one hell of a lifetime for me. the stretcher kept hitting against my head and i could almost faint. and the sand kept getting into my eyes whenever i tried to lower my head to avoid getting hit by the stretcher. it was a terrible time and i was the only one left still doing the leopard crawl when all my people had already reached the point. and they were like "go! johnson! go! go! johnson! go!" den someone actually leopard crawled to where i am and helped me avoid getting hit by the stretcher and also helped drag me to make me crawl faster. wa, it was damn drama la~ but kind of enjoyed it. haha~
after field camp and sit test, everything was quite slack already. jus that i was trying to train myself to pass SOC and IPPT. what to do? because of muscle fatigue and the sudden increase of 8kg of my mass, i couldn't really pulled myself up onto anything high. i just felt so heavy. and every night i would go to the gym, do the Lats Pull Down for 3 sets and the chin-up machine for 200 times, den buying a soya-bean drink before heading to sleep. let me see ah, i did three IPPT retests and eight SOC retests before i passed both. and that's six days before my Passing-Out Parade. haha~ hen2 you3 man3 zu2 gan3 neh~ keke...
oh~ i remembered a few little incidents that happened. two days before my very last IPPT retest, i had a terrible diarrhea, and i was darn worried. i skipped the whole games day for BMTC sch 1 and i was at the medical centre waiting to see the MO lor. two days later, with my stomach still having butterflies due to both the diarrhea and the nervousness, i managed to pass my IPPT. shiok~ haha. then my last book-in to tekong on 1st june 2003, i forgot to bring my 11B. i was damn scared la, 'cos if i rushed back home, i would be late for book-in, but without my 11B, i could not do a lot of things in tekong, and i would get punished for sure. that's like the last 4 days of my BMT liao, dun wan to get punished anymore. so i went to see a doctor to complain abt my diarrhea (which hadnt really recovered yet! heng ah!) and i was given one day MC. so i booked in on the next day, skipping one POP rehearsal. muahaha~
Passing-Out Parade, otherwise known as POP, was the very thing every recruit looked forward to. but everyone dreaded the thing to do before we POP, the 24km route march. by that time, i had already passed my SOC and IPPT and so i was REALLY REALLY looking forward to POPing. so had to tell myself no matter what i had to endure. interestingly i did not really get tired for the first 20km. and by the time we reached back in BMTC for the last 4 km, i was still able to breathe normally. wa, but the very last 4 km was quite killing. it was like you know it's ending, and you are just counting down the minutes, and you dread EVERY second of it. then your muscles start to get tired and you see your bunk but you cannot go back yet. by the time we finished it, we were really drained of all energy.
if i'm not wrong, 5th of june was my POP date. and i was all ready to pass-out. then.... *krrroooonnngg* thunder was heard, and all of a sudden, it started pouring rain. wa~ our spirits were really dampened. we've waited for so long for this and it had to rain. I WANTED TO THROW MY JOCKEY CAP! all of us were waiting at the parade square in between the cookhouses and most of us were like "rain rain go away~ rain rain go away~" wa, it really worked sia. half an hour before the parade should start, the rain miraculously just stopped. it wasn't like "poooouuurr~" den "drrrizzzleee~" den stop, but it was "pouuuuuuuurr!" den abruptly stop. weird right? haha. and so, we happily got our POP parade. it was darn fast and before i knew it, i was already on the fast-craft back to mainland singapore together with my parents, knowing i wouldn't be going back anymore as a recruit.
BMT. it's quite interesting now that i recall the moments. but i knew i didn't really like it, nor did i really enjoy it. the precious moments were because of my frens i made in there. frenships, until then, were still my most valuable asset.
Johnzzon
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Alpha Company Fall In~
was pleasantly surprised to meet Michael today in the white house canteen, and we jus started chatting and talking abt our bmt days and abt our bmt mates. was not surprised to hear that we both are excited abt ord-ing soon. haha~
this two weeks are the last few days of NS life for some of my closest friends in SAF band. today's also fazil's last day with me (yesterday was our last parade together). i will miss them a lot, terribly a lot, cause they are some of the reasons why i'm so happy here.
as i sat on the bus on the way home, the little little details of my bmt days swarmed back into my mind. first day of my enlistment, April 1st 2003, april fool's day too. and i kept making a lame joke abt how a joke is to be enlisting on that day. anyway, 1 month before that, sars broke out, and due to this, my parents weren't allowed to see me enlist and say the pledge in Pulau Tekong itself. it was all very very depressing, to be there alone with no one my heart felt close to. (there was the irritating Th##g K#n W#i who was my sec 3 classmate for my section mate, but i don't like to talk to him. he's such a superficial person.) and yar, i said the pledge with 100+ other strangers at the parade square of the BMTC. the rest of the day, i was dragged all over the BMTC to collect my barang barang and to get settled down in our respective bunks.
that night was the most terrible. couldn't go to sleep and i could only stare out of my bunk (i slept by the window) and count the number of planes that flew past. and just when i was all tired from the counting (i still remembered it was around 17 to 19 planes), my alarm rang. 5:00am, time to wash up and go for breakfast.
the second day was the most terrible day of my whole NS life (in fact, my most depressing day of my whole life). was made to learn this and that for a short period of time and get scolded for not doing well (i'm the kind of the person who rather get physically punished than get yelled at). learning to tie the boot laces, learning to do our SBO, learning to... and when i was mentally tired, it was only 10am in the morning. terrible. then, there was the endless useless and boring talks in the afternoon much worse than any lectures i'd got back in jc times. and the day ended? with getting to know nobody cause everybody was just too busy trying to settle down and learn the irritating military stuff (which i've all forgotten by now). the only amusing thing that happened was learning Zhang Guo Rong's suicide thru my OC's mouth. amusing because i tot he was joking, until i read the papers two weeks later.
the second saturday of the confinement period is what all new enlistees look forward to, 'cause it's the parents' visiting day. but news had it that our batch of enlistees would not be getting one due to the sars. i was very worried at that time, because i learnt my mum fractured her arm and the only thing she kept saying was she was alright, but my dad fed me information with how terrible her arm was. i was very very worried and depressed over the fact that i couldn't be with her when she needed me. then again, i got injured on the first sunday of my enlistment, leaving the whole of my left knee cap skinless. and i kept telling my mum over the phone that i'm ok. haha~ guess that is what family members do, hide the pain from each other to prevent unnecessary worryings.
it was only the friday before that saturday that the parents' visiting had been allowed. and i was really looking forward to it. and the silly me wanted to impress my parents, so spent the whole morning of that saturday ironing my no.4 and folding the sleeves to the standard garang 3-fingers rule. in the end, because i got all too excited, i got scalded by the iron accidentally. haha~ ya. the scar is still visible till now. and ya, i was VERY accident prone during my bmt days.
that day was almost my happiest day of my life when i see my parents unboard the fast-craft. i almost cried. ya, those two weeks had made me weaker at the heart and mind, and all of the sudden, i was my boyish cryish self. but of coz i resisted the tearing.
enlistment had been the turning point in my life. a lot of things had happened since then, of work and outside of work. i couldn't say i've grown up or stronger, but i knew i had changed. seeing my old pal and saying goodbyes to my ord-ing friends today had made me realise this and remember all that happened.
Johnzzon
this two weeks are the last few days of NS life for some of my closest friends in SAF band. today's also fazil's last day with me (yesterday was our last parade together). i will miss them a lot, terribly a lot, cause they are some of the reasons why i'm so happy here.
as i sat on the bus on the way home, the little little details of my bmt days swarmed back into my mind. first day of my enlistment, April 1st 2003, april fool's day too. and i kept making a lame joke abt how a joke is to be enlisting on that day. anyway, 1 month before that, sars broke out, and due to this, my parents weren't allowed to see me enlist and say the pledge in Pulau Tekong itself. it was all very very depressing, to be there alone with no one my heart felt close to. (there was the irritating Th##g K#n W#i who was my sec 3 classmate for my section mate, but i don't like to talk to him. he's such a superficial person.) and yar, i said the pledge with 100+ other strangers at the parade square of the BMTC. the rest of the day, i was dragged all over the BMTC to collect my barang barang and to get settled down in our respective bunks.
that night was the most terrible. couldn't go to sleep and i could only stare out of my bunk (i slept by the window) and count the number of planes that flew past. and just when i was all tired from the counting (i still remembered it was around 17 to 19 planes), my alarm rang. 5:00am, time to wash up and go for breakfast.
the second day was the most terrible day of my whole NS life (in fact, my most depressing day of my whole life). was made to learn this and that for a short period of time and get scolded for not doing well (i'm the kind of the person who rather get physically punished than get yelled at). learning to tie the boot laces, learning to do our SBO, learning to... and when i was mentally tired, it was only 10am in the morning. terrible. then, there was the endless useless and boring talks in the afternoon much worse than any lectures i'd got back in jc times. and the day ended? with getting to know nobody cause everybody was just too busy trying to settle down and learn the irritating military stuff (which i've all forgotten by now). the only amusing thing that happened was learning Zhang Guo Rong's suicide thru my OC's mouth. amusing because i tot he was joking, until i read the papers two weeks later.
the second saturday of the confinement period is what all new enlistees look forward to, 'cause it's the parents' visiting day. but news had it that our batch of enlistees would not be getting one due to the sars. i was very worried at that time, because i learnt my mum fractured her arm and the only thing she kept saying was she was alright, but my dad fed me information with how terrible her arm was. i was very very worried and depressed over the fact that i couldn't be with her when she needed me. then again, i got injured on the first sunday of my enlistment, leaving the whole of my left knee cap skinless. and i kept telling my mum over the phone that i'm ok. haha~ guess that is what family members do, hide the pain from each other to prevent unnecessary worryings.
it was only the friday before that saturday that the parents' visiting had been allowed. and i was really looking forward to it. and the silly me wanted to impress my parents, so spent the whole morning of that saturday ironing my no.4 and folding the sleeves to the standard garang 3-fingers rule. in the end, because i got all too excited, i got scalded by the iron accidentally. haha~ ya. the scar is still visible till now. and ya, i was VERY accident prone during my bmt days.
that day was almost my happiest day of my life when i see my parents unboard the fast-craft. i almost cried. ya, those two weeks had made me weaker at the heart and mind, and all of the sudden, i was my boyish cryish self. but of coz i resisted the tearing.
enlistment had been the turning point in my life. a lot of things had happened since then, of work and outside of work. i couldn't say i've grown up or stronger, but i knew i had changed. seeing my old pal and saying goodbyes to my ord-ing friends today had made me realise this and remember all that happened.
Johnzzon
Monday, January 17, 2005
Red Alert Red Alert...
Depression status reached once again. Needs emergency maintenance.
Argh~~ lost my house keys, lost my beret, and most importantly i lost my $700 digital camera. totally totally ruined. it's not the money that i worry about, but it's just the frustration of how i can lose these things that really keep working itself up my emotional boiling level. had been trying to tell myself not to get affected, but the attack of thoughts of the consequences of losing these things really bring me depression. (paiseh for the fragmented sentence structure...)
to make matters worse, someone has to keep irritating me and the people around me. i can't believe there are such rude and irritating people. he's like a dangerous bomb now, waiting to plan an attack on anyone in his way. terrible, luckily i'm ORD-ing soon, no need to see this idiot on the rise to power.
came home to try to cheer myself up, could not really work. chatted wif a fren jus now, din manage to clear up the intense heat in my body. tried to watch a few good trailers, din really inspire me. perhaps when i reach camp later, i shall give "Tuesdays with Morrie" another reading. don't know if it helps.
oh wells, meanwhile, do try watching these movie trailers at apple.com/trailers/:
1) Assisted Living (Independent)
2) A Love Song For Bobby Long (Lion Gates Film)
3) Mr. and Mrs. Smith (20th Century Fox)
4) Monster-in-law (New Line)
5) The Pacifier (Disney)
damn-sad,
Johnzzon
Argh~~ lost my house keys, lost my beret, and most importantly i lost my $700 digital camera. totally totally ruined. it's not the money that i worry about, but it's just the frustration of how i can lose these things that really keep working itself up my emotional boiling level. had been trying to tell myself not to get affected, but the attack of thoughts of the consequences of losing these things really bring me depression. (paiseh for the fragmented sentence structure...)
to make matters worse, someone has to keep irritating me and the people around me. i can't believe there are such rude and irritating people. he's like a dangerous bomb now, waiting to plan an attack on anyone in his way. terrible, luckily i'm ORD-ing soon, no need to see this idiot on the rise to power.
came home to try to cheer myself up, could not really work. chatted wif a fren jus now, din manage to clear up the intense heat in my body. tried to watch a few good trailers, din really inspire me. perhaps when i reach camp later, i shall give "Tuesdays with Morrie" another reading. don't know if it helps.
oh wells, meanwhile, do try watching these movie trailers at apple.com/trailers/:
1) Assisted Living (Independent)
2) A Love Song For Bobby Long (Lion Gates Film)
3) Mr. and Mrs. Smith (20th Century Fox)
4) Monster-in-law (New Line)
5) The Pacifier (Disney)
damn-sad,
Johnzzon
Sunday, January 16, 2005
鬼
我想问你相不相信 这个世界上有一个看不见的空间 在你眼前
在左右两边 左右你视线
他们徘徊不退 耐心的等天慢慢黑
鬼 他们是鬼 鬼 鬼 全都是鬼
被谁压得喘不过气 地铁每天同一批人扮乘客跟踪我 你懂不懂
它在我左边 也在你右边
他们徘徊不退 耐心的等天慢慢黑
鬼 他们是鬼 鬼 全都全是一群鬼
他们徘徊不退 一步一步的把你追
Aw 你是个鬼 Come on 你是个鬼 你是个鬼
他们徘徊不退 一步一步的把你追
鬼 他们是鬼 鬼 全都全是一群鬼
如果心里有鬼 谁和谁不算是同类
Aw 我是个鬼 Come on 我是个鬼 我是个鬼
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Sunday, January 09, 2005
Band Saturday
had planned to go to three band pracs yesterday, NTU band in the morning (sectionals), Kim Seng in the afternoon and A.I. (Audio Image) in the night. in the end, 'cos i only accomplished a bit during the sectionals, felt obliged to stay back for the full band in the afternoon (especially since i skipped the prev two band pracs liao), so didn't go down to KS (whereas GY did).
got tekan by Lao Shi yesterday morning. had been made to play the solo to Danceries for more than 10 times i reckon! and Lao Shi was so direct and straightforward in his comments. (Shen1 yin1 yao4 hao3 ting1, chui1 chu1 lai2 de dong1 xi1 cai2 hui4 hao3 ting1. Shen1 yin1 bu4 hao3 ting1, zen3 me4 chui1 du mei2 you3 yong4 de. = if your sound is not nice, no matter wut u do or how u play, what you play isn't gonna sound nice) puzzzz~~ argh, felt a dagger stabbed into my heart immediately. but, i'm ok~ i must admit i sounded like shit yesterday anyway. haha. what to do, never warm up den start to play liao. sighz...
rushed down to Audio Image (from Boon Lay all the way to Tanah Merah!!), bought two double cheeseburgers ($3.70) using my ezlink card at jurong to try to curb my appetite (i didn't have lunch, cos i got no money). den when i reached AI, i was still feeling pretty empty, so i bought a drink (H&E's Calamansi Green Tea) and a hotdog bun at the nearby petrol station using my nets card. now my pathetic posb acc only left $3.02. sighz. i'm really looking forward to payday tonight.
now i understand the curse of the 11 ppl in the AI band.
had late dinner (or rather early supper) at the nearby Boon Tong Kee together wif the AI ppl. got who ah? *tink* kelvin, ronnie, jamie, kelwin, lifeng, adrian, zhongqin, zhizhi, and daniel. ten of us cramped up at the back of the stall. quite cosy and nice while we dig in to the many dishes Adrian ordered. Chicken liver (2), Yu2 Sheng1 (3), fried tofu (2), whole chicken [white] (2), soup (3) and my favorite: the special rice. hehe.
went over to Adrian's place together wif kelvin, zhongqing and zhizhi and played tong1 xiao1 mahjong. lost big time. haha. but enjoyed it a lot still. ;) got to know a few more friends and am feeling great now. :)
but den.... i'm so darn tired. managed to download westlife's whole album just now. yea! wanted to play the music to send me to sleep, but there's no comp in my room. *sob* looking forward to the end of the month when i'll be buying a new comp! yea! meanwhile... night ppl!
Zzzzzz,
Johnzzon
got tekan by Lao Shi yesterday morning. had been made to play the solo to Danceries for more than 10 times i reckon! and Lao Shi was so direct and straightforward in his comments. (Shen1 yin1 yao4 hao3 ting1, chui1 chu1 lai2 de dong1 xi1 cai2 hui4 hao3 ting1. Shen1 yin1 bu4 hao3 ting1, zen3 me4 chui1 du mei2 you3 yong4 de. = if your sound is not nice, no matter wut u do or how u play, what you play isn't gonna sound nice) puzzzz~~ argh, felt a dagger stabbed into my heart immediately. but, i'm ok~ i must admit i sounded like shit yesterday anyway. haha. what to do, never warm up den start to play liao. sighz...
rushed down to Audio Image (from Boon Lay all the way to Tanah Merah!!), bought two double cheeseburgers ($3.70) using my ezlink card at jurong to try to curb my appetite (i didn't have lunch, cos i got no money). den when i reached AI, i was still feeling pretty empty, so i bought a drink (H&E's Calamansi Green Tea) and a hotdog bun at the nearby petrol station using my nets card. now my pathetic posb acc only left $3.02. sighz. i'm really looking forward to payday tonight.
now i understand the curse of the 11 ppl in the AI band.
had late dinner (or rather early supper) at the nearby Boon Tong Kee together wif the AI ppl. got who ah? *tink* kelvin, ronnie, jamie, kelwin, lifeng, adrian, zhongqin, zhizhi, and daniel. ten of us cramped up at the back of the stall. quite cosy and nice while we dig in to the many dishes Adrian ordered. Chicken liver (2), Yu2 Sheng1 (3), fried tofu (2), whole chicken [white] (2), soup (3) and my favorite: the special rice. hehe.
went over to Adrian's place together wif kelvin, zhongqing and zhizhi and played tong1 xiao1 mahjong. lost big time. haha. but enjoyed it a lot still. ;) got to know a few more friends and am feeling great now. :)
but den.... i'm so darn tired. managed to download westlife's whole album just now. yea! wanted to play the music to send me to sleep, but there's no comp in my room. *sob* looking forward to the end of the month when i'll be buying a new comp! yea! meanwhile... night ppl!
Zzzzzz,
Johnzzon
Friday, January 07, 2005
Where Will You Be...
the day after tomorrow?
Got the dvd from Terence about one month back, and finally i got the chance to sit down together with my mum this night to watch the show. she always wanted to watch the show, but she didn't tell me and she didn't want to go to the theatres to watch it after knowing that i watched it already. feeling guilty, i borrowed the dvd from Terence to let my mum watch.
suddenly, i felt shows like these aren't in fact gonna be jus pure fiction after all. scenes like the huge tsunami scenes and the scenes where Americans tried to get into Mexico seemingly kept reappearing right on my tv set these two weeks. could it be god's way of saying "hey, some things cannot be kept as purely entertainment movies anymore".
when the film came out, how many of us actually dismissed the idea of such things happening? about natural disasters happening in areas which never got hit before? about countries that used to receive help, helping other countries in times of need? i still remembered a friend saying that mother nature creating disasters of epic scale is just pure unbelievable and when i said it's possible, he gave me the roll eye "you-must-be-dumb-to-actually-believe". i wonder wut he wud say if i actually recorded that conversation down on tape and actually showing him now.
thousands of families lost in the recent tsunami event. my brother-in-law's colleague's whole family has gone on to another world, while two of his other colleagues remained by hugging onto pillars and coconut trees with all their efforts for continous 8 hours. the survivors could laugh about their incidents (those two colleagues were actually amused by the fishes that were being washed ashore when the first wave hit and tried to catch them), but griefness filled them to hear of those who did not make it.
i feel terribly lucky to be living in singapore, safe from natural disasters like tsunamis and tornadoes. but for how long? are we really safe? what will we do when that day comes? will we give up hope? will we become irrational and do whatever comes to our mind to risk saving our own lives without realising we're walking to our paths of death? what will our government do? thailand reacted almost like how the vice-president did in "TDAT", hiding the fact from the ppl and could not react in time, causing unnecessary deaths.
this is the first time i watched the movie since the tsunami incident, and it was shocking. terribly shocking how believable some images came to be. (of course, not all...) interestingly, the last few scenes had the main characters smiling, all of them. what was in their mind? i kept thinking abt it, if i would smile if i survived such a thing. ya, perhaps. i was allowed to live on, maybe i was chosen to live on. i should live on fulfilling my mission and my dreams and live on as happily as i could. perhaps ppl have left us, for the rest of us to live on.
walked into macdonald's today to have lunch. tot of having a $1.95 double-cheeseburger and a $1.75 coke. saw they were donating an amount (forgotten how much) from the cost of each of the new Beef Prosperity Meal, to the tidal waves fund. bought that instead. an insignificant amount i must say, but i should always try my best to do wutever i can.
because i know one day we'll need help too. who knows where we'll be, the day after tomorrow.
sorry-for-sounding-utterly-cliche-ish,
johnzzon
Got the dvd from Terence about one month back, and finally i got the chance to sit down together with my mum this night to watch the show. she always wanted to watch the show, but she didn't tell me and she didn't want to go to the theatres to watch it after knowing that i watched it already. feeling guilty, i borrowed the dvd from Terence to let my mum watch.
suddenly, i felt shows like these aren't in fact gonna be jus pure fiction after all. scenes like the huge tsunami scenes and the scenes where Americans tried to get into Mexico seemingly kept reappearing right on my tv set these two weeks. could it be god's way of saying "hey, some things cannot be kept as purely entertainment movies anymore".
when the film came out, how many of us actually dismissed the idea of such things happening? about natural disasters happening in areas which never got hit before? about countries that used to receive help, helping other countries in times of need? i still remembered a friend saying that mother nature creating disasters of epic scale is just pure unbelievable and when i said it's possible, he gave me the roll eye "you-must-be-dumb-to-actually-believe". i wonder wut he wud say if i actually recorded that conversation down on tape and actually showing him now.
thousands of families lost in the recent tsunami event. my brother-in-law's colleague's whole family has gone on to another world, while two of his other colleagues remained by hugging onto pillars and coconut trees with all their efforts for continous 8 hours. the survivors could laugh about their incidents (those two colleagues were actually amused by the fishes that were being washed ashore when the first wave hit and tried to catch them), but griefness filled them to hear of those who did not make it.
i feel terribly lucky to be living in singapore, safe from natural disasters like tsunamis and tornadoes. but for how long? are we really safe? what will we do when that day comes? will we give up hope? will we become irrational and do whatever comes to our mind to risk saving our own lives without realising we're walking to our paths of death? what will our government do? thailand reacted almost like how the vice-president did in "TDAT", hiding the fact from the ppl and could not react in time, causing unnecessary deaths.
this is the first time i watched the movie since the tsunami incident, and it was shocking. terribly shocking how believable some images came to be. (of course, not all...) interestingly, the last few scenes had the main characters smiling, all of them. what was in their mind? i kept thinking abt it, if i would smile if i survived such a thing. ya, perhaps. i was allowed to live on, maybe i was chosen to live on. i should live on fulfilling my mission and my dreams and live on as happily as i could. perhaps ppl have left us, for the rest of us to live on.
walked into macdonald's today to have lunch. tot of having a $1.95 double-cheeseburger and a $1.75 coke. saw they were donating an amount (forgotten how much) from the cost of each of the new Beef Prosperity Meal, to the tidal waves fund. bought that instead. an insignificant amount i must say, but i should always try my best to do wutever i can.
because i know one day we'll need help too. who knows where we'll be, the day after tomorrow.
sorry-for-sounding-utterly-cliche-ish,
johnzzon
