Farewell

July has passed and August is here.

Days go by.
The new revolution has come and few of my fellow colleagues have been released from the gates of hell.
They have did their time and got back the freedom that has long been taken away from them.
Ah Chang and Renxian.
Even though 2 years is quite a cheapskate amount compared to those who have to serve 4 more months like myself,
it is still some fucked up shit they had endured and gone through.
Good luck in whatever you guys are going to do after this. Be it studying or working, legally or not, all the best.
Yes, I know.
To be out of NS is the most powerful stage any NSF will eventually come across.
But no point keep repeating that you have finished your service for so many times.
I am very aware of that, and so much immuned after countless taunts from other seniors too.
And if you really want to impress me and make me worship you,

Sign on in the army.

I will miss you.
But not your backside kind of way.

Soon will be Zhenrong and Keith's turn, followed by a few others.
Give me some time and mine will come too.

Godspeed.

Sessions With Trance Republic @ Phuture 16 July 2005

Melvin, Rihao, Me, Leslie and Xuguang.




Me in between 2 of my closer Secondary school friends, Ivan and Amin.




There is a person who will always stand out from the rest.

The first person you see in this photo is the one who is the most appealing to the eye and is none other than the most handsome guy himself.
Liwei.

Hitch'in a Ride

Went to Annabelle's house few days back on Tuesday.

She stays in Jurong West whereas my place is in Tampines. To be going from my house to hers would be like travelling from one end to the other.
Since I am born in the year of the Monkey, and that I had to travel so far to reach my destination,
the whole scenario could be translated into a similar tale well known by many.

Xi You Ji.

In English it would be called Journey to the West.

I went to her house straight from work so it wasn't that bad. As usual, I went there and ate dinner together. Watch some TV and it was about time for me to go home. Time passes real fast whenever I am with her. I got dressed up and was preparing to leave. The minute when I wore my shoes and stood up, her elder sister got home and was standing at the front door opening the gate. I greeted her and she asked me a question which I felt that was not important to her at that point of time. It was only after when I realised that her boyfriend had drove her home and that he might be able to give me a ride too then I found the question appealing.

'Where do you live?'

I told her that I stay in Tampines and she replied something which made me feel energized. I was almost dying and demoralised to the max knewing that I had to spend so much time sitting in the train for God knows how long in order to go home. I love spending time with Annabelle at her place... But the sickening feeling that comes whenever I am about to go home is unavoidable.
It was as though I had seen the light.
Her boyfriend, Eugene stays in Pasir Ris and it was fine for me to tag along since he's going the same direction. Her sister asked me if I wanted a lift from him. She told me that Eugene was fine with either I came along or not.

I thought for a while and said I don't mind.

Let's be truthful for now.
Aint I a complete idiot if I said no for an answer?
Moreover her sister had made the initiative by asking me. It would be impolite to turn down her offer and also rude to decline when she's so persuasive. I don't really have a choice when she kept insisting, even though I felt quite shy and not willing at first.

I left her house and hopped onto the car.
During the journey, I and Eugene did try making some conversations. It was pretty awkward for us to remain silent throughout the journey without even having small talks. Our conversations were like a sentence each. Every now and then either he or I would try to ask the other a question. A short sentence kind of response would be made and it would end the topic of what we were talking about in the beginning.
Maybe there weren't any common subject for us to relate to each other at all.
We soon realised that although it felt strange to be keeping quiet all the while, it also felt likewise when we were trying to create unnatural communications. We kept to ourselves for the rest of the journey and soon I reached my area. I left Jurong at around 10.20pm and reached Tampines before 11pm.
I told him that it was the first time I had reached home in such a short time and gave thanks to him. He smiled back and said 'Welcome'.

Welcome meaning I am willingly invited or permitted to take a lift from him anytime.

If you say so, buddy!

Monkey Business

This is what happens when one covers the forehead instead of the mouth when yawning.



Fucking Classic pose of a Pro slacker giving out signals of nothing to do.
Courtesy of Marcus, who also has nothing to do, thus taking pictures of those unawared.

Shagged

Went to Phuture for a Trancerepublic session last Saturday.

Before going there I went to Bugis alone. Xuguang was with his camp mates in Orchard and the worst case scenario for me would be surrounded by lonely men and talking about army. He suggested that it's better for me to stay clear till his mates were gone otherwise if I were to be involved, it would be extremely boring for me.
And also the person who talks to me about army the next time,
would most probably be beaten up by me as well.

It was a better choice to go down Bugis by myself in the meantime. The Arcade was the only place for me since I had no intention of walking around and shopping for clothes and stuffs. I don't really shop when I am with my friends, not to say being alone.
The Arcade at Bugis is infested with no-life gamers. The reason why they are so good is basically because they have nothing else more important to do than playing games. All they do in their entire life is gaming. They hanging around at the Arcade is just an excuse to say that they are actually out of their homes...
Where they practically have nothing else to do too, other than playing their own game consoles.
I changed a dollar so that I could play twice.
Both times I was fucking thrashed by others.
I had been noticing the machine for quite some time already. Nobody was playing and it seemed peaceful enough for me to play by myself. As soon as I inserted the coin into the machine and started, another person came along and challenged me.
Fucking Sadists.
It was as though these people were on the lookout for victims to prey on. If you want to play, go ahead lah. I am not stopping you at all. But what's the meaning of waiting for an innocent person to play and then beating the hell out of him?
It's just morally wrong you know.
So much like flushing my 50 cents down the toilet.
I took it as though I was donating to some flag charity and felt slightly better.

The same thing happened to me twice and I was out of the damn place.

It was about time I left Bugis and meet up with the rest at Orchard.
I walked to the Mrt station after I bought a $2 Mac Chicken and placed it in my bag for emergency cases. Usually I would walk down the escalator to the basement and across the food court to the station. But since I was from MacDonald's, It would be faster if I walked across the fountain and followed the path instead.
It appeared that there was a big crowd gathering right outside the ATM machines and I had to squeeze myself through in order to get to the other side.
A short, fat middle-aged auntie was screaming her lungs away.
I managed to catch some of the action while trying my best to avoid human traffic.
She was pointing to this Malay girl and shouting at her.
She had a very bad English but it was obvious what she was trying to tell everyone.
The Malay girl purposely knocked back at her little daughter when pushed.
How can anyone blame a small little girl to be playful at times? Even if she were to bump into somebody accidentally, nobody would have the heart of hitting back the kid.
But that's not the case then.
The auntie was yelling at her for being such a heartless bitch. Even the boyfriend beside the Mina was speechless. But he was kind of acting hero and putting his arms around her. Well... that's the least he could do since there wasn't much explanation he could give.
It was becoming a very big scene and plenty of busy-bodies were attracted. I walked past the taxi stand and saw some even stood up on the ledges and glanced. It was quite early for me so I decided to take another peek. I U-turned and walked to the traffic light right across Bugis Street. All the while, my head was facing the scene and trying to witness as much as possible. I didn't want to look obvious as being a kaypoh so I acted as though I was waiting for the green man to lit up.
Security guards have came and they tried to calm the situation. Anything more than that I wouldn't know, as I was already walking to the opposite and turning right to the Mrt station, which is far situated from where I was supposed to go.
I couldn't get much of the drama because there were alot of people crowding around.
To be getting the best view would be somewhere in the front.
And in order to achieve that,
I would have to push others vigorously around me...
And probably resulting in another similar scene,
with me being the main Star.

Met up with the rest in town and went down to Phuture.
Music was good.
Lack of females in the crowd as usual.
Drank quite alot and realised I had Camp Duty the next morning.
Reached home at 5.15 am after a meal at Boon Tong Kee.
I was fucking tired and I swear it was the alcohol that was making me fall asleep. Slept for 30 min and it was time for me to prepare to go out. I really had intentions of going AWOL but then again, I think it was also the alcohol talking. I dragged myself out of bed like a zombie and got dressed up. There wasn't any time for me to washup or put any perfume at all.
Luckily it was raining heavily at that time and my dad offered to fetch me there since his morning exercises were ruined.
The next thing I knew, I was in camp and lying down on the mattress.

I woke up at around 2 pm.
Ryan was doing duty with me along with Mark Tay.
He was busy painting his Warhammer figure the whole day. The figure was extremely small and Ryan needed to be as careful as possible in order to blend the colours well and in precision. It took him practically more than 6 hours just to be painting such a small delicate object and it was not even completed.
He would be seen sitting on the chair, holding up his figure and painting it with different sizes of brushes. There was a time whereby he was so engrossed in what he was doing. He lifted up his legs and rested on the chair. It was as though he was squatting and sitting at the same time. This is the best position for one to sit on whenever the usual one gets bored.
Ryan was wearing a shabby top and a pair of running shorts.
He was wearing that attire, sitting in that position and talking to me while painting at the same time.
He asked me why I kept walking around when I could actually sit on the mattress facing him.
I told him that I had nothing to do that's why I felt like walking around.
Little did he know about the real reason why I didn't sit down and face him.

Ryan, if you are reading this...

Your fucking BaLLs were showing.

It was so fucking obvious that I had to stand up and walk around to avoid having the angle. I did want to tell you, but I thought it might affect your painting to a certain extent so I passed the subject.
I might be saying...
'Dude...'
'Your BaLLs are showing.'
And a snapping sound of the brush next.

The TV was found to be spoilt in the late evening maybe due to the reception after the heavy rain earlier on.
It was a fucking boring night with nothing to do than sleep.
I patrolled around the whole Cmpb looking for things to do. That was the only time when I really scouted the area to check if everything was alright.
Walking around aimlessly for a while and then back to the Duty room to sleep.

Fucking tiring weekend for me.

Grudge Match

Did a duty with Kong and Li Soon on Wednesday night.

It so happens that Li Soon being the medic, was activated during the late afternoon. He had to rush to the nearby Army Recruitment Centre to attend to a person who was suffering from severe gastric.
When I was told to send a medic over, I quickly went around in search of Li Soon. I found him inside the Mess room busy playing carrom and told him to stop for the time being. At first he thought that I was just pulling his leg but I sounded convincing enough for him to get up and start moving.
Anyway, there wasn't a reason for me to pull his legs since he is standing tall at around 1.90m.
His legs are obviously long enough already.
He went around seeking help from other medics asking what to do and all. He didn't really know how to handle situations like this and was panicking.
After a while, he left in a hurry and left Kong and I two bonus surprises.

I had no idea how and why but,
the duty room was left unlocked and Li Soon had brought the keys along with him.

There was no way for us to lock or unlock the main and side doors without the keys. There wasn't a way for anyone else to draw keys either, since the main key press was locked too.
Luckily, it was evening time and everyone was going home. We relaxed abit and hoped that Li Soon would come back soon enough before anyone finds out.
I and Kong decided to call him to buy dinner back for us since he's already outside and it would be of lesser trouble.
Little did we know that he's in Alexandra hospital and not somewhere near Bukit Merah central. He also said that he won't be back until one or two hours later as he had to wait for the patient to be released.

That's some good news.

If the duty officer came around and asked why we didn't lock the front door, we would be fucked. Maybe we could give some lame excuses and buy some time but if the duty keys were found not with us, even God wouldn't be able to save us.

There wasn't any solutions and the only thing we could do was wait for him to come back and also hope that nothing would go wrong.
We did ask him why he didn't lock the door and why the hell he brought the keys with him. It's not like the keys have any use outside the building too.
He said he was in a rush and didn't have time to lock the door and ran off with the keys still in his pocket.

Probably he needs 2 or 3 hours to lock a door.
That's why he didn't have the time.

Fortunately, leaving the door unlocked and going off with the keys is still a manageable combination.
Imagine him locking the door and running off with the keys. I and Kong won't be able to enter the duty room in the first place.
Duty personnels without any access to the duty room itself.
This would definitely drive the duty officer insane.

It was about time for I and Kong to settle a match. While waiting for Li Soon to come back, we brought the carrom board and seeds into the duty room. We had been anticipating for that moment since a long time ago. Our stomachs were growling and somebody had to buy dinner.
But that somebody wasn't going to be volunteery. It had to be settled with a game of carrom. The loser would have to go and buy dinner without any complaints and regardless of whether it was raining or not.
It was a match of courage and also enhanced by the extreme laziness within both of us.
Neither of us wanted to go out and buy, and if there wasn't a bet at all, we probably would be starving throughout the night.

We sat down, arranged the seeds in position and started off with the game. We felt that our accuracy had increased tenfold and we were like finishing up the game real fast. This wouldn't have happened if we were just playing a casual round. It was like a matter of life and death and we were so afraid of losing that we were been pushed over our limits sub-consciously.
Talk about a few thousand dollars in stake and we might transform into someone whom nobody has ever seen. Someone who even a carrom God wouldn't want to mess around with. Someone who probably score a seed with every move, or even finishing up a game with just a single strike at the start.

Kong won the match and I immediately suggested a few more games. The best of 3 games would decide our fate. It was not because I was a sore loser or anything like that. I figured out that it would be more fair to determine the winner with more rounds.
I won 2 matches consecutively and Kong and it seemed like he had to go and buy.
Since I was given a chance at first, I didn't see why Kong wasn't given too. So we decided to go for the best of 5. Kong was given a final chance to beat me but he had to win 2 rounds continuously in order to win. I only had to win one more. Luck was on my side and I managed to win another time. By then, we were already fucking hungry and there wasn't going to be a best of 7 or whatever. Kong was convinced that he was the chosen one and he left to buy dinner.

By around 8pm, all 3 of us were present.
We ate our dinner and carried on playing carrom. Winner stays and loser gets out. The loser would be left unoccupied and he had to open and lock the side door for anyone who was going home late.
To me, it was fucking troublesome to open and lock the side door for the people going home. The side door is a walking distance and every now and then people would be going out. It's not like we could leave the side door open. We had to open the door and lock it once the person goes out.
The interval of people going home can sometimes train one in obtaining gold for shuttle run.
I was too lazy for this crap.
I wasn't surprised myself, when I won about 10 matches consecutively. Li Soon and Kong were taking turns trying their best to win me. But I was too damn lazy and the aura just drives my passion from within. No way was I going to stand up and go over to the side door.
Even though Kong lost many games, he didn't really had to go over to the side door. It was Li Soon, whose luck was fucked up, that made him went to and fro like a string puppet.
I guess the reason why I lost to Kong after several games was because I had became tired from the game and the peak of people going home had ended.
We then slept at 11 plus after returning the carrom board and seeds to the mess room.

Sometimes laziness do helps in making one excel.

Transient Presents Solarstone (UK) @ Onyx 18 June 2005

One of the DJs, the other one is not as handsome so he's not inside.









What is xiao bai + xiao bai?
Xiao bai 2!









Wasssssup.
I appeared out of nowhere and totally caught the cameraman by surprise.





Still there.





Superman no more.

Naughty by Nature

A number of happenings so far.

Starting off with a comedy morning on Thursday.
Roll call had to be done on every working day besides Friday. ( Due to Area Inspection.)
In case one do not know,
it is a procedure whereby we NSFs have to line up accordingly so as to mark our attendance and also to take note of the latest updates being announced.
The person standing in front of the row right at the corner will have to start a counter and the person standing next to him will have to continue the sequence.
The opening IC facing all of the rest will have to give the commands and also check if the number of people present is correct.
A DXO is also there so as to disseminate information if there is any.
It so happens that Isaac Wong (Professor X of the mutants) was the Opening IC and Chong Kok Kin, the DXO.

Everyone had lined up in rows of 3 and awaiting for his command.
All of us know that he is just a born loser trying to do things right. Even if he did give a command, we wouldn't respond to him as though we do listen to him at all. We would carry out the procedures in our own pace and ignoring his presence.

He gave a command saying to stand still.
Yean was standing in front and he totally ignored Isaac and did some funny actions instead.
Isaac was very agitated when he saw this. He pointed his finger at Yean and told him to start over.

Speaking of Yean,
he is a loudspeaker kind of guy who is friendly and comical.
He is great at mimicking other people's actions.
And to be imitating another person closely, often their bad habits, is very funny to see.
He is also into physically trainings.
Most of the time, one can easily spot him inside the mess room carrying weights and doing strenuous exercises.
He is a big sized botak guy with a very tanned skin colour.
Seeing him in his regular workouts makes one think that he is the last person on earth anyone wants to mess around with.
He does alot of power training using heavy weights.
He exerts so much strength that you can practically see his veins coming out from his head. His eyes would be almost bulging out while he grinds his teeth and giving out a monstrous roar.

I wonder if he does that when he is dealing with a stubborn shit in his ass.

That was a very wrong move Isaac did.
Yean hates Isaac to the core and would do anything to spite him. He then transformed into another Isaac himself. He followed the way Isaac talked and also how he normally behaves.
Like a caveman,
but much more uncivilised.
Everyone laughed.
The whole room was filled with laughter and if I were Isaac at that moment...
I would have taken the nearest pen or pencil and stabbed myself real hard, hoping that it would cause death.
Chong Kok Kin couldn't control himself too. He laughed until his whole face turned red and gave us the signal to fall out, leaving Isaac behind standing there in a daze.
Stunned as to what had happened.
But I am sure he should be used to it by then.

Commander treated us to lunch that afternoon.
The new commander LTC Karen had been promoted to COL. We didn't care whether if she was promoted or not. We were only interested of the free food that was available to us. And I can say she did the right thing because I wouldn't have known about the news if I weren't at the scene.
There were lots of food catered for all of us to eat. By lunchtime, most of us have already gathered in the room and waiting to start. Commander arrived shortly and told us not to wait any further. She told us to help ourselves and sure we did.
The best part was...
It never exceeded 15 minutes and somebody had already spilled rice on the floor. It was Chong Kok Kin and he claimed that he was being pushed by Elias.
What a nice way to start off a celebration for commander's promotion.
A vacuum cleaner was being brought over to suck up the particles on the floor.
I thought I saw R2D2 from Star Wars at that moment.
It was only until I saw Elias using it then I realised it was a vacuum cleaner.
Sucking up all the rice was making the vacuum cleaner full.
I bet that's the best it has ever consumed speaking of food.
The owner of the vacuum cleaner would be shocked too, seeing the amount of rice it has collected over the past few weeks in dusty areas.
The food was not bad.
Ate till I needed to loosen my belt in case of difficulty in breathing.

Later in the afternoon, we went for a briefing regarding our camp duties.
We were given a declaration form to sign on.
The form says that the bearer knows his responsibilities as a duty personnel and that he has no excuse if anything were to go wrong.
Come on now.
What is new in SAF?
People just want to make sure that responsibilities are being taken,
so that they themselves have lesser to deal with.
Bastards.
Luckily I am quite a pro in pushing away these.
Have being learning Tai-Chi for some time already.
When there are situations whereby I have to deal and that they are being passed to me by others...
I, too would do the same by executing strokes of Tai-Chi.
Slow and steady, pushing them to the others unawared around me,
with my palms wide open and my arms stretched.

Almost Suicidal

Went to Club Momo on Saturday night.
Mainly because of the Sms which everyone had which entitled us to go in free.
Couldn't really remember how the place was like and where it is located. The last time I went there was quite a long time ago and the place was 'Madam Wong 2' and not some cheesy turn off name like 'Club Momo'. Sounds pretty much like a place for faggots or some casual filipino hangout.
All I can recall about the place was that it's fucking huge. Maybe that's the reason why it left a bad impression on me. The whole place is so big that it looks so empty even though there are some people in it. It wasn't a happening place at all to begin with.
Well... I guessed that since the place is huge, it probably won't be that crowded even though many cheapskate typical Singaporeans were bound to be there.
I wouldn't count myself as one because there are actually other factors to consider too.
I was thinking of somewhere new instead of the usual.
It was a Saturday and everywhere you go would be packed, and I was actually thinking of a less crowded place.
Usually the place we go has very few girls among the crowd. Probably because girls don't really appreciate the music like we do. Trance and House are considered noise to them and they would rather go for Retro or RnB anytime.
Based on the above reasons, Club Momo was the ideal place for us to go on that night.
But then again,
I still wouldn't go if it wasn't free.

Money matters alot when you club.
It's amazing how it can totally brainwash you and bring you to a place where you won't go in the first place. Even though you know that it's not your kind of music and that you won't enjoy yourself the least bit. But if it's free entry one is talking about...
Seriously,
who minds trying?

It's like waiting at home thinking of a place to go.
Hesitating to even go out for fear that the trip might waste unnecessary time and money.
But if there's somebody driving...
Well.. What the hell, let's all come out then decide where to go lah.
Stay at home for fuck ah.

Went down there with Xuguang, Ivan, Leslie, Rihao and some of Rihao's friends. Annabelle was coming down to join me too.
She finished her work at around 8.30pm and decided to go home and change first. It is actually not a very good idea since she stays in Jurong West and her workplace is somewhere in Raffles place. To be going home first and coming out again would be taking up a tremendous amount of time, not forgetting having to washup and doing her usual preparations. She had brought a casual top just in case I was going somewhere else besides clubbing so that she could join me straight after. I told her she could actually wear her top even if we were going clubbing. But she didn't want to wear shoes and insisted on going home to change no matter what. She assured me that she would reach before 12 since that was the cut off time for the free entry crap.
Fair enough, I waited patiently for her arrival,
while trying to enjoy myself in Club Momo with the rest.

At around 10.30pm, Annabelle messaged me on my handphone.
She said that she was waiting for the bus for a long time and still in vain. The earlier few buses were packed and simply went pass her.
She was afraid that she might not be able to catch the last train. I then told her to take a cab to the Mrt station instead. It was better to pay abit of cash rather than the whole journey from her house to central mall. But she told me that she didn't bring enough cash on her so there wasn't a choice but to wait for a less occupied bus to board on.
I could sense that she was waiting very impatiently for the bus and that she told me she wanted to go home already. She knew that she had a high chance of reaching the place after midnight.

There was a point of time whereby I sent her a message saying...
'So what you want me to do?'
I aint the one driving the bus.
I aint the one who owns the club
and I aint the one who is late.
I knew she was becoming like how she always is.
A spoilt, attitude and stubborn brat. Somebody who doesn't listen to logic and only wants things to be her way.
She was trying all sorts of ways to make me say.

'Ok lah, you take cab come here I pay for you.'
'If no more free entry also I pay for you.'

I die die also don't want to say all these,
knewing that it wasn't my fault at all.
It's obviously not justified for me to be the victim.

But me being the romantic and loving guy,
I said what she wanted to hear.
To pay for her when she reach.
'Damn! There goes my money. Free entry for fuck, in the end I still need to pay what.'
I thought to myself.

Fortunately, luck was on my side.
She went to draw some money before she reached and paid the cab fare herself.
I accompanied her in the queue but she told me to wait somewhere else, probably inside at the counter.
Thank God she said that.
I went in to wait for her and she paid the entrance fee herself too.
Depression was no longer in me and I realised there wasn't a need for me to end my life already.
We went in and joined the rest...
While trying to cheer Annabelle up over her unwanted expenses.

I like to disturb her.
And she likes to call me fat.
So we are even.

Love you sweetie!

Weapons of Mass Destruction

I do have what it takes to create havok around me.
It is so lethal that the victims may land up in a coma...
Or even die.
None of these has happened yet. But I am not surprised if it does.
Whenever I give off a signal, people around me start to panic in fear and flee as far as possible.
It is beyond my control and there's nothing much I can do to prevent a tragedy like this to occur.

The only clue left would be what I have eaten earlier on.
Something which is nasty and stirring my stomach like a violent hurricane,
causing huge tidal waves to form and forcing their way out of my tight virgin ass.
I had to go to the toilet every now and then to release the toxic waste. The tidal waves may have been dealt with but not the whirlwinds.
A combination of both the remaining tidal waves that are hiding inside and whirlwinds in my body is completely disastrous.

Everywhere I go,
I fart with all my might.
I had to...
Since there is no way for me to stop the gas from coming out.
I don't do it silently too,
because it's less relaxing and feels so good to be seeking much attention from others.
I like it when I can keep the fart coming out non-stop,
as though repetitions of bubbles popping up around the asshole.
Feels Godly,
definitely better than having sex anytime.

To be farting when I am playing carrom would be like an advantage for me.
The poisonous fumes would be taking effect if nobody else is scoring besides me.
I am immune to it as I have been smelling them everytime I shit.
It is like an intense training for me,
since I can't hold my breath well and I am trapped inside the cubicle for a long time.
Apparently, nobody seems to care when I fart during a carrom session.
People would ask who farted and give me a funny look when I confessed. They are so obsessed with the game that they would still carry on playing and endure the smell till it faded away.
But if I were to fart somewhere else in an enclosed area,
people would cover their noses and run for cover.
Not forgetting the insults they poured onto me while running away at the same time.

I don't blame them you know.
It's better not to have casualties lying around and making myself feel responsible for the cause of what had happened.