when it gets too cold

it's friday morning, hello. i haven't updated in a few days, but it's okay. recently, i haven't been doing anything interesting lately.

earlier this evening, i received an in prompt too call from perry to go out to drink with him and adrian... and i agreed. little did i know where i was going, it was really going to be expensive.

and then we took a ride on 77 to holland village. we wandered around the place, it was full of night life even though it was barely past 9.00pm. we drew some money and headed down to the 2 am : dessert bar. the place was like some mordern studio bar. and the waitress greeted us as soon as we reached the 2nd floor. she asked us if we would like to sit at the window seat (there was only one window seat). we said yes without much discussion and felt, it was very gay. 3 men sitting at the window eating desserts wasn't exactly very masculine.

i had cheesecake (filty expensive and i didn't know). perry had blackberry (really pathetic). adrian had tiramisu (really watery ice cream). and we washed down the food with the recommended drinks. in the end, we were red and high. here's a note: drinking makes people pee more often. it's a natural thing because it stops the body from absorbing water and it makes you dehydrated as it gets rid of water. refer to wikipedia for more information.

we chatted for a while as we ate. adrian commented i seriously needed to work on my EQ as mr loh pointed out to me. well yea, i make fun of people more than needed. it's a bad habit passed down from my dad.

after paying the bill, we left for a round of XO bee hoon at the coffe shop nearby. it prevented us getting high any further. adrian was the worst hit, his alcohol content was the strongest. then we met elvis and strolled back home... as we were walking back, we talked about military life (as expected from BMT and OCS people) but i promised my parents to be home before midnight, so i took a bus ride home.

at least i know i won't be getting a hangover tomorrow. bye for now

it's high time we got this right

after a month of ups and downs, finally, here comes the exam results. honestly, i didn't do too badly or very well. it's pretty much the same as last semester. same GPA of 3.32 . okay... i was really hoping for better grades...

what did i do this week?

monday =)

the guys and some girls (prefer not to disclose) went to watch 10 000 B.C. i think the show was okay to some extent, because they spoke english when it was still 10 000 B.C and the epilouge was really suck. then 6 of us headed down to pasir ris to get ourselves ready for the night's biggest and longest event.

we rented our bikes had our dinner at burger king and talked among ourselves for some 2 hours. and then we headed to the pool room for some billiards. i had a freak accident when marvin threw the ball on the table and richochet into my privates.

then the night becomes alive....

we got on and cycled all the way to changi village to grab some supper. nasi lemak and green tea. this time, something else happened... we were headed to the bathroom when we saw a couple of "ladies" walking towards us in the distance... as we were having a piss, we heard high heels clicking outside the bathroom door as if they were headed inside the toilet....

the action starts here. we planned the route from changi beach park all the way down to the east coast. and then, we left.

sightings include SAF terminal ferry. changi airport. aircraft landings (night) and take offs(morning) and the 5km stretch of cycling path along changi airport. frequent sightings of wild dogs led us to be cautious and we stopped at a jetty like to take a break.

from changi all the way to the jetty took about 2 hours plus.... subsequently, the ride to marine cove took about an hour or so.... we shagged ourselves at mcdonalds at 3.30am and waited till 4.00am to have some breakfast. and then we napped and played some big 2 with the poker i brought along.

at 6.30am, the journey back begins..... we cycled non-stop all the way to the corner of changi airport... where we passed the farking 5km stretch and some fat guy overtook us on his bike. there at the small beach park, we drew some graffitti on the sand.... and i took a long dump in the nearby toilet. the china guy was totally rude when i asked him for toilet paper, and he just ignored me. in the end, after the dump, i realised the flush was broken, so i left him a token of appreciation.

the flight to changi village was a short and fast one. everyone with enough rest cycled with power to the nasi lemak stall and sat on the seat with metal studs (it really hurts the sore butt). we took a shorter break this time. then we began our journey back to downtown. it was the most tiring part... because we were suffering from fatigue... and it was uphill. once we got back to downtown at 10.00am, we returned our bikes, some of us took a shower, washed our feet, freshen up. and headed back to the MRT station. everyone slept through the journey except me and jum jum. then we parted ways at jurong east.

sadly to say, it was punishing for all of us, espeacially men, because we have extended areas at our groin. the lack of sleep made us high to a point we talk rubbish. and for the rest of the day, i slept like a log all the way to 6.00pm....

as for now, the butt has healed and the wounds are gone..... but i won't be doing night cycling for a period of time.....

the sky is always clearer on the other side

it was a quiet ending after a long 3 months. i had to leave the SYFC as of today since i wasn't recommended for the second phase.

it felt unreal, yet i already knew it was coming before i sat down for debrief. siva's eyes were yellower and redder than usual. and he kept trying to make me laugh.... wasn't much of a comedic person, but it puts a smile on your face.

i didn't drown myself in teh tarik, but i had lunch with my course mates one last time at jalan kayu. it was regrettable, but i have to let go sooner or later. i took it like a man, but my chest still felt like multiple organ failure.

you want to know the reason i wasn't promoted? nah, i wouldn't tell you just like that..... it still feels painful hearing those last words from my instructor. it's like your girlfriend saying: i wanna break up with you....

feels numb when you lose something you can't replace? yes... it's the only thing i will never be able to replace, for now.

i wonder what i'll do this holiday..........? after all, the sky is always clearer on the other side =3

when feelings cloud your judgement

tomorrow is the big day. i'd be saying goodbye to phase 1 at 10am. but it's whether or not i say hello to phase 2. that's the deciding factor.

today was pretty cool. i did my simulator training with siva, and he'd be flying with me tomorrow. along with my course mate hamdan, we'd be facing our promotion test. i just hope tomorrow is VMC, if not, i'd be sitting ducks in the ops room.

10 000 B.C is coming out soon. if i get into phase 2, i'm gonna throw a party (all expenses paid yourselves) and watch 10 000 B.C with "anyone". i'm gonna party all night long and drink all the booze till i hangover. and then i'd have problems with my medical after all that partying =)

i know what your're thinking.... what if i don't get in? i'd do almost the same thing, except no partying.i'd take cliff's advice, and get drunk with teh tarik at jalan kayu.

so wish me luck for tomorrow, and maybe i wounldn't have to go the distance to drink teh tarik and moan over regrets. signing off.......

what's worth my attention is none of your concern

thinking about what i was doing last friday evening, i came to realise how fragile my dreams are.

let's say, i want to be a surgeon. in a million ways possible, i can be one. but would i be successful and happy?

my mum always made jokes about surgeons, come to think aout it, it's really funny. imagine some guy with a bullet in his gut went for E.R surgery and 2 day after the surgery, he spoke to the doctor, telling him that there was something poking his liver. i guess you can imagine what's left in his body =3 and as for dad, he had more than a bad experience with surgeons.

but when the brothers started discussing about which university and what kind of career i had in mind, for the first time i really felt insecure. always, i thought my future was planned out nice and neat, but as you know the ups and downs in life can be very hard knocking. so to think about what lies ahead, i'm really afraid of entering the age of adulthood.

cowardice, fear or just ignorant? life wasn't going the way i wanted it to be. looking as things are right now, i really whished that i had given my all back when i was younger so i wouldn't have to live with a regret. when people say "a man without regrets leads a happy life." i kept my mouth shut because, if there ever was such a person, i'd eat my hat.

hooo kay, enough of that. recently, i've been rather caught up in games. Heroes V tribes of the east. i was so caught up in it, i lost track of time and forgot to prepare for my sorties. eeeew shit.

speaking of which, my final sortie for phase 1 is coming up this week. and its going to be a panick for me. i'm really desperate to get into phase 2, and i don't think i'll take it too well if i get phased out. sounds really pussy but, it's someone's else's dreams being shattered you know.

hope you like the new music i added recently. it's augustana, the killers, razorlight, and coldplay. any comments on the music please put it on tag