Trust

I feel like I can't really trust anyone in my company anymore... not even the echo platoon mate who came in together with me during the posting as a driver (and he became a clerk)...

I actually like divulging crap with him, but since a terrible incident, I'm literally drawing a circle, an invisible barrier that cannot be seen.

Everything in camp seems so fake now... My immediate superior is trying to squeeze my IT skills out of me, my other busybody superiors will always come by and heap a load of bull on me, and my company mates are going on a battle royale of backstabbing galore...

Suddenly, everything seems to be so fake...

In other new, I haven't got the time to look into my Singapore Ultimate Frisbee Opens goodie bag until last weekend, and boy was I in for a suprise!

A little glove for an index finger that allows you to brush your teeth!

New Milo inventions!

Chicken Essence in pills??

This year's disc and shirt were also in the goodie bag too, but since my other 3 helpers (Bruce, Calvin, Eline) didn't really get the disc and shirt, and they were whining about it, and after an embarassing moment with the organiser to ask for the disc and shirt, I guess really loved to have it. Even the Regenites that helped on the first day morning, didn't go until they got a disc man... Guess it's the main attraction in helping out

Photos are on the way man... they look damn interesting....

Singapore Ultimate Opens!!!

Holy shit, the opens is here!!! this weekend!!!! freaking fast!!!!!!

Catch It HERE!

THE TRAILER IS SO SWEET!!! All those flicks, and layouts!!!! Woot like it!

It's held on this Saturday and Sunday, 8am onwards for the whole day at West Coast Park, Singapore!

And why does the Powerboat have to clash with the Opens!!! gah, now my friends don't know which one to choose!!!

punked? no?

I called Clarence 40 minutes ago.

He just woke up.

He's in Johor Baru.

He says he can reach Changi in an hour.

I just got the feeling I got punked'.

Hmm....

Maybe? maybe not....

From pissed to misunderstood to frustrated...

Sometime I wonder why i could not read something twice... and try to understand the message of what the other person is trying to say....

Firstly, I got pissed. Thankfully I did a good deal of thinking over, and realised it's just a misunderstanding on my part.... but what's done cannot be undone, and that left me in a state of frustration.

I also realised that expressing appreciation to someone who actually responds to you really makes a difference. Then again, I'm getting a little dull about this, and I'm too lazy to know whether it's a misunderstanding or not... it's... just too much of a chore...

Anyways, from staying at home, I got out for orchard at 8pm when I got a message earlier on they were meeting at orchard at 6pm, reached there at 9pm, got stumped (and insert various emotions) when the others were not at orchard but at sixth avenue with Andre. got on a bus to holland V (which is near there) but got a call from peter that they are leaving already, so I sat on the bus all the way to clementi. Msg Andre "Happy Birhtday" and that was it. I was supposed to meet up later on with someone, but this "sianz" feeling of mine got me thinking the upcoming meet-up might be a prank, so I gave him a call. Twice. In vain. msged him, and finally realised I forgot to tell him my phone no was changed.

And now I'm at Changi Airport terminal 2, spending the last 2 hours roaming the two terminals, meeting up with yao guang (DMD guy, think his name is like that), and some of my echo platoon mate (the super noisy guy, and another one person from plt 4), All leaving for Thailand. now going to the viewing hall, to view planes, and doze, before seeing off Clarence Chew one last time at 4.30am before he leaves for Manchester Uni @ UK.

And after that it's the AHM, where I shall burn my wonderful sunday morning... and hope i do not burn any more weekends, as i didn't shave my beard for at least two days...


It seems like the night is a saddening one... just hope tomorrow will be better...

More Burnt Weekends Ahead

How can the life of a clerk become SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo sucky...

I booked out and reached home at 2pm.. sure sure, I've got duty the day before, but all the clerks at my company got confined last saturday (the next sat is guaranteed too)for three crappy reasons from my FSM (Sgt. Maj.)

1) The clerks' table was in a bloody mess of restricted docs and such

WTF, the other specialists, also had messy tables but we got aimed.

2) He thinks we are not working hard enough...

Hello, having to manage manpower issues,
make trips to HQ to settle outstanding issues,
having to do almost all the work that the WOs can do (but noooo, they just shake legs and gossip like their desks are the grapevines),
mend, or face the brunt of strained relationships between WOSEs of different companies,
getting newspapers,
doing petty jobs of Regular Specialists,
hounded by people for leave applications,
getting taichi-ed jobs of NSF Specialists...

Bastards.... How bad can just the life of an NSF PTE clerk be?


And I'm seriously disliking those people who just get the specialist ranks oh so easily... and they just think they POPed from SISPEC and act like one. Abusers of powers.

KNN shall Draw line liao.... all outside the clerks shall DIE

Burnt

Booked out late today... IT'S FREAKING SATURDAY OMG

Burnt weekend... no mood to blog... got quite a bit from last week but what the hell... things screwed up, and I lost the mood to write...

Alright alright.... i went to the NDP @ Padang...

EDIT: ok... just published some posts... now what's left is the presents I got on my 21st... heh heh....

NDP @ Padang

Freaking lucky.... Just how did I get the tickets sia~

My friend Weiming got tickets, and I got invited! But it's a pity that he can't go.... and all that's left would be my sis, TX YAP, his gf, weiling and lynn.. ah heng didn't make it as the same row as us, but the

Got into the green sector, and I must say, being at the event seriously looks and feels different! some pictures coming...



OMG the padang is so big, can play dunno how many fields of Ultimate down here man...

The padang is seriously huge... I wonder why the Ultimate Frisbee guys were driven out from playing here... maybe it's the mantainence fees..


Secondary school bands

The sec. skool bands that won in the SYF, eventually comes to perform at the NDP... an endless cycle of band performances for the nation....


Toy soldiers!!!

Toy soldiers!!! Sameer was right about this one... and btw I didn't see Sameer on the Guards Of Honour, and shout "Yo! Mama!", because I was in the other corner from where they were marching... and I can't see him...


made in SG, and some ppl are right...

Ok ok.... those people are right.... about saying my sister and I look almost the same... like some identical twin or something, but HELLO she's three years older than me....


second time snapping


made in singapore to... show off..

And see the "made in singapore" tattoo?? took up the dare after my friends were saying how great my face would look like with the tattoo on... wasted one on the way, and realised that I had to wet the cardboard on which the tattoo was placed, not the skin of my face...



I feel so narcisstic...


In the end, I got this tattoo all the way from the Padang to Camp, forgeting what I had to wash off...


my not so enthusiastic friends...

And yes, my not so enthu friends... all the way sitting down... most of the time, I feel the same as them too... the poor usher had to move away from the front and stand beside our row, encourage us to do the singapore dance (which looks stupid by the way), stand up for the arrival of the important old men, put your fist to your chest for the pledge... the pattern later on is pretty much known...

The only thing worth mentioning is that my sis did all these very happily... i must say she's the only one in our group feeling good celebrating Singapore's birthday throughout the show...



hahah at least one NSF here no need to salute... no need to wayang

More proof I'm not enthu also...


one person peng san.... poor guy from NTUC...

wahahaha one person faint ah.... ok... not funny....



The steal of the show is of course the fireworks!!! I didn't realise that the sparkling little dots are actually STARS.... but the fireworks booming above... damn shiok!

My bro's birthday

It seems to be an ordinary celebration with at home.

Ok... his friends came along, and I thought it was an all guys thing, but...

HOLY SHIT two girls came along later.

---------
Just booked out, and reached home. My younger brother was getting some friends over to my house for a steamboat/hotplate buffet. I realised this, when I found some outsiders' shoes at my doorstep. Thinking it was my youngest bro coming from my aunt's, I kept shouting out loud, "whose shoes ah, so stylo! come play game izzit??"

And here comes the shocker, when I saw his friends, playing my PC and PS2. There goes playtime... and with that, comes some real inconveniences:

1) can't really wash my clothes immediately
2) can't move around freely
3) have to shower away from the public eye

Thought it was all going good, since I could mingle quite a bit, like telling them not to hold back later at night (jokingly, birthday bashes), and sharing some tips at poly.

Until his friends, two girls, came along. Now I can't look like I'm the king of the hill, have to act considerate, because my behaviour at home is really atrocious...

And all the way into the night, I can't help but look like a stupid dork. The ladies were sitting opposite me, they look so freakingly modest when it comes to eating...


modest eaters and the glutton


And not to mention how bad I look at not drinking alcohol. His friends are going crazy on the booze, red wine, rice wine, and martells....


too much wino....

/me looks ashamed looking at my plate..

And all they talk... is Maplestory.. yes that MMORPG that looks like a real timewaster...

Conclusion: I suck when I interact with ladies...

And the killer blow of the day: My brother actually tried to help me talk around with them. And I just wasted it.

My bro: "Aye, my bro is really good at programming, and he helps me quite a lot!"

Others: "Izzit?? wow must recommend leh! my C language lousy man!"

Me: "No Lah, my brother talking cock one, my programming actually cannot make it one."

Everyone: "................." -_-;

Ways to look stupid at bars

No offense, but if there is, give me a note...

WAYS TO LOOK STUPIDIFIED AT A BAR
---------------------------------

• Enter the bar with an NTUC Plastic bag.
• Attempt to leaving staggeredly with a friend in order not to look gay
• Order a glass of fruit punch unknowingly when prodded by the bartender. (Killer Blow)
  
• Get drink meant for ladies or people who can't alcohol for justified reasons.
  
• Fail the attempt to leave the bar.
• Realize that you are short of $2++ and GST and 10% tax for the drink when the bill comes up. (Killer Blow)
  
• Have a friend realize you are out of $$$, and thank god that the extras from your other friends were able to cover the deficit up. (Killer Blow)
  
• Stay silent, get attentive, look stupid.
• Try to hear from the others across the other end of the horizontal bar table.
• You had to let your friend who saved you finanacial ass just now, to start a conversation with you.
  
• Leave the bar
• Enter another bar, and nearly get rejected because the bouncer seems to hate Subaru Polo Tees, and doesn't know the difference between four and five, customers or drinks.
• Get another friend to cover one more drink for you because of the *&$%& $$$ problem. (Killer Blow)
  
• Standing up straight like some kayu at the live band performance. (Killer Blow)
  
• Stay silent, get into the beat, look stupid.
• Enjoy the music like an idiot standing even though the others were like, bobbing heads, in and out to the beat of the great music played.( Killer Blow)
  
• Decide to have nothing to eat because you're not hungry during the break.
• Even if not hungry, realise yet again, you have no !@&#@!#& $$$ and do not wish to trouble your friends anymore.
• Try not to stare at the food your friends are eating. (And remember the punch your friend gave you in CCKS when you stared at his food after you've finished yours.)
• Look like some weirdo on edge.
  
• Get interested in the Oreo Cheesecake recipe the girls are talking about.
• Get back to the Live band performance, paste lazy bum on chair, and see one of the gals go out of the way to get another seat for an aqquaintance you just met.( Killer Blow)
  
• Leave the bar, say bye to friends, and head straight for the ATM, even though you could have done it eons ago, with a little tad inconvenience...( Killer Blow)

More about the outing last night later... got to book in now... :-)

Live band performance

Went to Wala Wala for the first time, and got to hear a live band performance there. I had a few experiences before, like the one where Weiliang, Nigel and I went for the Sentosa Halloween Night. The music then wasn't enough to raise the crowd, even if there was crowd in the first place.

The singer was great in belting out songs, and pulling in the crowd with hits like Madonna's American Pie.

But it feels kind of weird, people were bobbing and I'm standing there, going,"Wow, freaking good music but not feeling rocking to the beat"

Then there's this birthday boy, who drank two Lamborghinis and dunno how many jugs of beers. He went on stage, and did some powerful stage performance... before vomitting and going dead drunk... Poor Guy... kind of reminds me of my plight more than a year ago...

---------
"And the Spirit award goes to... Zeng Ziting!!!"

And all the while this was happening and my friends were having fun downstairs, I was up on the second floor, in some empty room, lying like a dead log after too much vodkas. Woke up after Big Andy saw me down there, and it's super sia suay man...
---------

This outing got me thinking about some stuff.... which reminds me of this good old thing here....



Ichigo: Chad, where did you get the parakeet?


Chad:Yesterday...



Chad: ...




Chad: ...a guy gave it to me.


Keigo: You were going to tell us the whole story, but you got lazy and just shortened it, didn't you?


....Some things should be worth saying, but it ain't worth proclaiming in the end.... Some things should just be kept to one's self, because words can pierce another's heart.