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Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Sorry people
I'm really want to say a big SORRY to all my frens.
sorry for indulging in depression and sadness today and didn't want to say anything.
it's not that i didn't want to say, but i can't.
sorry.
sorry for indulging in depression and sadness today and didn't want to say anything.
it's not that i didn't want to say, but i can't.
sorry.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Delicate
Delicate
Damien Rice
We might kiss
When we are alone
When nobody’s watchin’
We might take it home
We might make out
When nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
So why d’ya fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
Why d’ya sing hallelujah
If it means nothin’ to ya
Why d’ya sing with me at all?
We might live
Like never before
When there's nothin’ to give
How can we ask for more?
We might make love
In some sacred place
That look on your face
Is delicate
So why d’ya fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
Why d’ya sing hallelujah
If it means nothin’ to ya
Why d’ya sing with me at all?
Another Week Gone...
Have I Chosen To Stay In Darkness?
ok la, not really a week since the prev "Week Updated" entry, but den, can't feel like i'm trying to push time ahead.
yea, like i said in the prev entry, i ffi-ed.
i tink my memory's failing me. *let me think* we fell in at 8am, in pt-attire i remember. oh, den after a very spastic attempt by my superiors to motivate us to run, i got myself in the library photocopying conductor scores for some of the songs i liked and i wished i had for reference sake. Scores photocopied: Balkanya and The Pink Panther (arr by Johan de Meij).
in the afternn, we started practising for a display (which isn't much like a display). felt like i'm back in my chinese high days, waiting aimlessly for the organisers to sort out our steps and everything, but i felt pretty experienced in this area (display and drills). as usual, got pissed off totally when STAFF SERGEANT zakaria happily volunteered himself out of the thing.
had another attempt at the display. we jus kept repeating the same thing over and over again. felt very pek chek. my mood was further disturbed by zakaria's attempt to show his authority over us. urgh.
anney's hp got stolen. curse the blardy person. tink thieves are the most selfish and inconsiderate people in the world, tinkin that the world owes them and they deserve to take ppl's items. i mean, HULLO~ it's not like we're all rich and you're the only poor person ok?
i stupidly wished the thief would be stupid enuf to be caught, but obviously after all the spot-checks (which wasn't spot enuf) and the stand-by-beds, he wasn't caught.
aren't there any ways we can nab him?
today's parade at the istana was my last parade there. Presentation of Credentials. tink the person was frm panama if i'm not wrong. waited hell of a time for her arrival. yup, her. after she stepped out of the car, practically every guy in the parade was steaming. her assets were darn huge! giggles were heard from the band, the provost ppl were fidgeting, and even the parade commander stammered at his commands. KOK WEE WAS TOTALLY AWAKE THRUOUT THE PARADE! now that's a record.
after we reached back in camp, had another go at the display. this time round, everything was changed to a more casual and relaxing way of coming in. felt very different. anyway, had fun tonguing all the notes in my favourite Olympic Fanfare and Theme. haha, such show-off-ness. couldn't help it la, had been practising this song ever since secondary 3 wor~ keke.
zakaria seemed to be my main target of complains recently. today, he totally pissed me off and i had to storm out of the studio midway thru practice. even staff roomaizan and maswan didn't stop me. totally pissed me off. "play with more sensitivity"????? wah, how i wished i got the guts to blare back "hullo, staff? den can u play with more CORRECT NOTES AND RHYTHM?" fark him.
got back home today feeling a pain in my headache. don't know if it was due to the heat, due to the withdrawal symptoms or due to zakaria. anyway, my dad came up to me while i was turning on my modems in the study.
eh, how about Lancer?
(gosh, here we go again.) oh, er... how much is it?
(it better not be $20k and above. if it's $18k, still no way. if it's $16k...)
$12k
*blink* *silent* $12k?
yup, $12k lor
*gasp* really?
i'm going to see it next monday
I WANT TO GO!
so, yup, ppl. *pray hard*
tink i hadn't really been in the correct state of mind. really wished i was really on the verge of clearing leave. actually i am, but somehow i wish it would be sooner.
things are not going the way they're supposed to be. i don't even know wut i really want now. i was complaining about being lonely and everything, but am i really lonely or have i chosen to be lonely all along? someone jus asked me to get into a relationship, and i rejected it. Why? i can't answer. perhaps i'm still waiting for some people.
am i just being paranoid or something?
*headache continues*,
Johnzzon
Monday, March 21, 2005
FFI-ed
ok, i'm one step nearer to my ORD after today.
but the things that happened today totally doesn't excite me.
first the dental FFI. had to drag myself out of bed this morning. after much delay, i decided to proceed to the medical centre. reached there around 9:57am (supposed to be there by 10am anyway), tried to figure where to go. decided the DENTAL REGISTRATION was the best place. the medic at the counter was still quite friendly. explained to me wut was needed to be done (filling up of forms), gave me a queue number (814). den as i waited for my turn, another medic came out from the dental rooms and yelled out (numbers 801retaiethaeihgaeh820! pls come in! LINE UP!)
huh?
*tink*
*saw a lot of ppl proceeded with hesitation*
*joined them*
ya... and we didn't line up according to our numbers. heck, i dun really give a damn. den, i notice ppl were going into the room at a very quick rate. *wa, how many dental officers are there inside? so fast one?* den i notice the ppl were coming out at an equally fast rate too. hmm~
finally it's my turn. i passed my form to a medic, sat down at the dentist chair. "### missing, ### blah blah blah... ok, can oredi!" huh?
*hesitate*
"u can go oredi!"
oh... took my form. left the room.
*huh?*
called youwei, who reconfirmed that i could leave oredi. ARGH! decided to go back to bunk and sleep. time: 10:35am. but of coz i had my lunch before i slept.
woke up at 2pm. dragged myself out of the bed again, with the thought that the medical ffi was going to be as equally bo liao. boy was i wrong. cos, it was worst! went there, looked around. saw no registration for medical ffi. there's only a sign that said "Reporting Sick Personnels, please proceed to fill up the form outside consultation room 1". riiight. nope, that's not where i tink i shd go.
decided to ask. went to the dental registration counter. asked the same medic that entertained me in the morning. "er, sorry, where do i go for my medical ffi?" he pointed to the person sitting beside him. *OH* look at the window that he was sitting at. no label. no shit. i rolled my eyes and stood at the counter. apparently, the stupid medic decided to ignore me and continued trying to find things to do. trying to find cos i noticed he needn't bother with those things. *find pencil* *found* *find person* *found* *find telephone cable* *found* finally he decided to look out of the window and saw me staring at him with disgust, so he decided to ask me "medical ffi ah?" "yes." he took my form, proceeded to separate the pages and den "go to treatment room." "huh? now ah?" "yar la. den?" OOOH~ how i wish i could break his bones and make sure he doesn't stay in the medical centre as a medic but as a patient!
den i went towards the direction the stupid medic pointed me. *walk walk walk* i saw a printed sign labelled Treatment Room with an arrow pointing in the direction i was walking. ok, i continued walking. den *walk walk walk*, no more lights were switched on, and i reached the end of the corridor. *ok, something's wrong*... i walked back, stared at the sign, and continued my journey down the corridor. den i noticed a guy was looking out of the "Emergency Room" when i walked past it. i walked backwards, and stared at him with a confused look. "er... is this the Treatment Room?" he beamed and answered "yup!" oh right, such enthusiasm.
ok, i was a bit evil tinking he was answering with a sarcastic tone, but in fact he was darn darn friendly, altho he's such a cpl. CPL Leung i tink, if i remembered correctly. den he was smiling all the time when he asked me questions.
CPL Leung: come, take that chair, pull it nearer and take a seat. *beam at me*
Me: *pull the chair and sat down*
CPL Leung: ok, so *look at my form*, you're ORD-ing ah?
Me: yes.
CPL Leung: haha, ORD wor! *laugh*
Me: *laugh too*
CPL Leung: ok, can u remember your height and weight?
Me: (tink: wa, they're not going take measurements meh?)
CPL Leung: just a rough one la. SAF not going to charge u for indicating 3 cm of difference for your height or something. *laugh*
Me: haha, ok ok....
and the conversation continued, with CPL leung beaming at me with a ultra-high voltage smile everytime he finished a sentence. such service! woah~
anyway, after that he told me to go back to the registration counter. *dread* riight. i went back, and the stupid medic took my form.
"er... trenaio..."
*huh?* "sorry?"
"trenaio..."
*blink* *question marks appearing on my face*
"your qiu naber... trenaio..."
"oh. er. three nine zero is my queue number ah?"
he ignored me and walked away. *great*
so i sat down and stared at the tv which was just started showing "Beastmaster". the opening credits was rolling and a halfnaked guy kept running abt fighting ppl together with tigers and eagles. *great* such wonderful entertainment. and i waited. waited. waited.
*pee pee* 039. huh? cud the MO typed the number wrongly?
den *pee pee* the number changed to 930.
*pee pee* again, the number was now 039 again.
den nobody proceeded.
*pee pee* 039
*pee pee* 739
oh right. so the MO kept mistyping the numbers. den i really wanted to proceed and ask if it was my number 390 he was trying to press, but thought otherwise.
so i waited.
*pee pee* 739
*pee pee* 739
*pee pee* *pee pee* *pee pee*
finally a guy sleeping beside me woke up and ran to the door.
*DARN*
so i waited and waited, watching "Beastmaster" on TV. and den the one-hour show ended and Channel 5 started showing "Wow Wow World" with Jack Neo and May Phua hosting. OH MY GOODNESS! Their english cannot make it la~ gosh, i was getting quite desperate. and finally when 390 came out on the number screen, wow, i was damn thankful.
walked in.
any probs? "er ya, i was going for medical appts for my knee prob"
oh issit? wut prob is it? "my thigh muscles were too weak, so my body weight was resting entirely on my knees, causing the joint tissue to slowly wear out, and thus giving me some pains"
oh. ok. guess you continue with ur MAs. "oh. ok."
but SAF is not going to subsidised you cause it's not a injury due to service. is that ok. "oh. ok lor."
any other probs? "no."
he asked a couple more questions. and that's it. i left the room within 2 minutes.
GREAT~
and i walked back to bunk. time: 4:15pm. *urgh* wasted my one whole day. *terrible*
*totally ready to ORD*,
johnzzon
but the things that happened today totally doesn't excite me.
first the dental FFI. had to drag myself out of bed this morning. after much delay, i decided to proceed to the medical centre. reached there around 9:57am (supposed to be there by 10am anyway), tried to figure where to go. decided the DENTAL REGISTRATION was the best place. the medic at the counter was still quite friendly. explained to me wut was needed to be done (filling up of forms), gave me a queue number (814). den as i waited for my turn, another medic came out from the dental rooms and yelled out (numbers 801retaiethaeihgaeh820! pls come in! LINE UP!)
huh?
*tink*
*saw a lot of ppl proceeded with hesitation*
*joined them*
ya... and we didn't line up according to our numbers. heck, i dun really give a damn. den, i notice ppl were going into the room at a very quick rate. *wa, how many dental officers are there inside? so fast one?* den i notice the ppl were coming out at an equally fast rate too. hmm~
finally it's my turn. i passed my form to a medic, sat down at the dentist chair. "### missing, ### blah blah blah... ok, can oredi!" huh?
*hesitate*
"u can go oredi!"
oh... took my form. left the room.
*huh?*
called youwei, who reconfirmed that i could leave oredi. ARGH! decided to go back to bunk and sleep. time: 10:35am. but of coz i had my lunch before i slept.
woke up at 2pm. dragged myself out of the bed again, with the thought that the medical ffi was going to be as equally bo liao. boy was i wrong. cos, it was worst! went there, looked around. saw no registration for medical ffi. there's only a sign that said "Reporting Sick Personnels, please proceed to fill up the form outside consultation room 1". riiight. nope, that's not where i tink i shd go.
decided to ask. went to the dental registration counter. asked the same medic that entertained me in the morning. "er, sorry, where do i go for my medical ffi?" he pointed to the person sitting beside him. *OH* look at the window that he was sitting at. no label. no shit. i rolled my eyes and stood at the counter. apparently, the stupid medic decided to ignore me and continued trying to find things to do. trying to find cos i noticed he needn't bother with those things. *find pencil* *found* *find person* *found* *find telephone cable* *found* finally he decided to look out of the window and saw me staring at him with disgust, so he decided to ask me "medical ffi ah?" "yes." he took my form, proceeded to separate the pages and den "go to treatment room." "huh? now ah?" "yar la. den?" OOOH~ how i wish i could break his bones and make sure he doesn't stay in the medical centre as a medic but as a patient!
den i went towards the direction the stupid medic pointed me. *walk walk walk* i saw a printed sign labelled Treatment Room with an arrow pointing in the direction i was walking. ok, i continued walking. den *walk walk walk*, no more lights were switched on, and i reached the end of the corridor. *ok, something's wrong*... i walked back, stared at the sign, and continued my journey down the corridor. den i noticed a guy was looking out of the "Emergency Room" when i walked past it. i walked backwards, and stared at him with a confused look. "er... is this the Treatment Room?" he beamed and answered "yup!" oh right, such enthusiasm.
ok, i was a bit evil tinking he was answering with a sarcastic tone, but in fact he was darn darn friendly, altho he's such a cpl. CPL Leung i tink, if i remembered correctly. den he was smiling all the time when he asked me questions.
CPL Leung: come, take that chair, pull it nearer and take a seat. *beam at me*
Me: *pull the chair and sat down*
CPL Leung: ok, so *look at my form*, you're ORD-ing ah?
Me: yes.
CPL Leung: haha, ORD wor! *laugh*
Me: *laugh too*
CPL Leung: ok, can u remember your height and weight?
Me: (tink: wa, they're not going take measurements meh?)
CPL Leung: just a rough one la. SAF not going to charge u for indicating 3 cm of difference for your height or something. *laugh*
Me: haha, ok ok....
and the conversation continued, with CPL leung beaming at me with a ultra-high voltage smile everytime he finished a sentence. such service! woah~
anyway, after that he told me to go back to the registration counter. *dread* riight. i went back, and the stupid medic took my form.
"er... trenaio..."
*huh?* "sorry?"
"trenaio..."
*blink* *question marks appearing on my face*
"your qiu naber... trenaio..."
"oh. er. three nine zero is my queue number ah?"
he ignored me and walked away. *great*
so i sat down and stared at the tv which was just started showing "Beastmaster". the opening credits was rolling and a halfnaked guy kept running abt fighting ppl together with tigers and eagles. *great* such wonderful entertainment. and i waited. waited. waited.
*pee pee* 039. huh? cud the MO typed the number wrongly?
den *pee pee* the number changed to 930.
*pee pee* again, the number was now 039 again.
den nobody proceeded.
*pee pee* 039
*pee pee* 739
oh right. so the MO kept mistyping the numbers. den i really wanted to proceed and ask if it was my number 390 he was trying to press, but thought otherwise.
so i waited.
*pee pee* 739
*pee pee* 739
*pee pee* *pee pee* *pee pee*
finally a guy sleeping beside me woke up and ran to the door.
*DARN*
so i waited and waited, watching "Beastmaster" on TV. and den the one-hour show ended and Channel 5 started showing "Wow Wow World" with Jack Neo and May Phua hosting. OH MY GOODNESS! Their english cannot make it la~ gosh, i was getting quite desperate. and finally when 390 came out on the number screen, wow, i was damn thankful.
walked in.
any probs? "er ya, i was going for medical appts for my knee prob"
oh issit? wut prob is it? "my thigh muscles were too weak, so my body weight was resting entirely on my knees, causing the joint tissue to slowly wear out, and thus giving me some pains"
oh. ok. guess you continue with ur MAs. "oh. ok."
but SAF is not going to subsidised you cause it's not a injury due to service. is that ok. "oh. ok lor."
any other probs? "no."
he asked a couple more questions. and that's it. i left the room within 2 minutes.
GREAT~
and i walked back to bunk. time: 4:15pm. *urgh* wasted my one whole day. *terrible*
*totally ready to ORD*,
johnzzon
SAF Bands' Concert in a Park 300305
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| Alvin. Sneezing. | You Take Me? I Take You! | Weiji and Wenjing |
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| Alec and Me | Yanhui and Me | The Eupho Section Me, Yuanqin & Kris | The Eupho Section *again* |
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| What is Kenneth doing to Junyu? | Zhihan & Yanhui | Me, Weiji & Boonhua | Hallejulah Junyu |
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| Junyu & Kenneth | Just Weird | I'm Going To Slap! | *Miss* | *Miss Again* |
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| Trumpets | Trumpets *2* | Trombones | Yanhui |
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| Zhijun and His Tuba | Trumpets *3* | Can You Spot Kelvin? | Beng! |
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| Sax-es | Weiji & Boon Hua | I Meant to Take The Horn Section | The Percussion & The Central Band Trumpets | Saxamba Trios |
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| Me & Kel C | Ramu | Nice Clouds | Yanhui, Alvin Kel T & Weiji |
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| Junyu & Kel C | The Deformed Junyu & Kel C | The ORD-eds | Ramu, Yanhui Alvin & Kel T |
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| Kel C, Anney & Ramu | Jeremy, Junyu & Kel C with Wenjing behind | Dinner Time! | YH: Wanna Buy My Food? |
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| Zhengguo, Weiye Ryan and YH | Kel T, Weiji & Me | Wenjingjing & Me! With a Ghost Behind | Alec & Me |
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| Daniel *extra*, Indera, Alec, Fazil & Me | Me and Kris | Me, SSG Roomaizan Alvin & Junyu | Zhizhi & Me |
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| Batch 55ers | Batch 55ers *2* | Me & Kel C | Me & Jeremy | Kok Wee in Tonner |
