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3.25.2005
dear diary,
now i know what it truly feels like to be a machine. at work, i've had enough practice of putting stacks of paper into envelopes, while taking another 2 thin sheets of cheques with my left hand, throwing the envelope into a pile and then taking another stack of paper. i'm telling you, it's a great feeling when everyone in the assembly line speeds up and everything flows like clockwork. i could go on screensaver mode doing some 1700 packages. great job, abeit with papercuts, backaches and brainfreezing air conditioning.
and for the record, the best memories of the previous week were:
5. www.ihateyouripod.com plus news has it that sim wong hoo is pairing up with paris hilton. tsk tsk, 2 very desperate people. shall not name my ipod 'paris' anymore.
4. watching sammi cheng and denise ho do a moulin rogue in concert at ktv. sheesh, sammi cheng is a good live singer.
3. eating rotiboy. the aroma! the crispy skin! the overwhelming butter! the satisfaction!
2. getting an orange-brown hair. thank goodness we didn't go to the colour bar, seeing how joseph got cheated.
1. a LOTR like ordeal in order to get back my i/c: rsm and most of hq in another camp, almost had to travel to pasir laba to get their signatures, but then F.K. offered to sign for us. wow, something good finally happened.
the worst memory of the week:
1. having my television spoil again, after it was repaired already. the agony! the absolute temptation to find a hammer and just smash it up!
now i know what it truly feels like to be a machine. at work, i've had enough practice of putting stacks of paper into envelopes, while taking another 2 thin sheets of cheques with my left hand, throwing the envelope into a pile and then taking another stack of paper. i'm telling you, it's a great feeling when everyone in the assembly line speeds up and everything flows like clockwork. i could go on screensaver mode doing some 1700 packages. great job, abeit with papercuts, backaches and brainfreezing air conditioning.
and for the record, the best memories of the previous week were:
5. www.ihateyouripod.com plus news has it that sim wong hoo is pairing up with paris hilton. tsk tsk, 2 very desperate people. shall not name my ipod 'paris' anymore.
4. watching sammi cheng and denise ho do a moulin rogue in concert at ktv. sheesh, sammi cheng is a good live singer.
3. eating rotiboy. the aroma! the crispy skin! the overwhelming butter! the satisfaction!
2. getting an orange-brown hair. thank goodness we didn't go to the colour bar, seeing how joseph got cheated.
1. a LOTR like ordeal in order to get back my i/c: rsm and most of hq in another camp, almost had to travel to pasir laba to get their signatures, but then F.K. offered to sign for us. wow, something good finally happened.
the worst memory of the week:
1. having my television spoil again, after it was repaired already. the agony! the absolute temptation to find a hammer and just smash it up!
3.19.2005
while we were all looking forward to cycling around singapore, nothing prepared us for the excruciating pain we had to suffer afterwards. for instance, when walking to mc's for breakfast, i could barely take a step forward without my thighs threatening to cramp up.
all things considered, it was really a dangerous challenge. the last time i cycled was like two years ago, i'm not good at narrow spaces eg. path between the road and a really deep drain.. and early on, we had to go onto the road with cars horning at our backs and cross the geylang roads with pedestrians. i was also dismayed with the poor design of bus stops.. they had barriers and the advertisements blocked the whole pavement. like the last night cycling in 2002, things got better when we were out of the eastern parts. we went to serangoon's chomp chomp and had dan dou hua. i couldn't get enough but nobody else seemed keen on more. the garden there had a rope structure which we climbed onto to take photos. it was quite high up and the camera was precariously passed around so that everyone could get a shot.
didn't take many photos elsewhere since we seldom stopped for long and i couldn't use a camera while cycling. we went to newton to have extremely oily food. i almost ordered my third cup of sugar cane. by that time, my hands were sore and my ass was aching. the back too. we went down to orchard road which has always been fun because there are wide open spaces in front of the malls. we cycled to somewhere near the esplanade (many making out couples) and then on to kallang. got a bit lost in the carparks because of all the mrt construction. then back to east coast park, a long uneventful ride to bedok jetty, where we slept. amazing how many people camp there overnight.
after going to home to sleep for a few hours, i went out again with lawrence to buy his g-star jeans. really very tempting. the evening was spent at dom's house, where we had a barbeque and took many stupid photos. they all involve us creatively using props such as food, soft toys and liquor bottles.
cool helmet huh.
all things considered, it was really a dangerous challenge. the last time i cycled was like two years ago, i'm not good at narrow spaces eg. path between the road and a really deep drain.. and early on, we had to go onto the road with cars horning at our backs and cross the geylang roads with pedestrians. i was also dismayed with the poor design of bus stops.. they had barriers and the advertisements blocked the whole pavement. like the last night cycling in 2002, things got better when we were out of the eastern parts. we went to serangoon's chomp chomp and had dan dou hua. i couldn't get enough but nobody else seemed keen on more. the garden there had a rope structure which we climbed onto to take photos. it was quite high up and the camera was precariously passed around so that everyone could get a shot.
didn't take many photos elsewhere since we seldom stopped for long and i couldn't use a camera while cycling. we went to newton to have extremely oily food. i almost ordered my third cup of sugar cane. by that time, my hands were sore and my ass was aching. the back too. we went down to orchard road which has always been fun because there are wide open spaces in front of the malls. we cycled to somewhere near the esplanade (many making out couples) and then on to kallang. got a bit lost in the carparks because of all the mrt construction. then back to east coast park, a long uneventful ride to bedok jetty, where we slept. amazing how many people camp there overnight.
after going to home to sleep for a few hours, i went out again with lawrence to buy his g-star jeans. really very tempting. the evening was spent at dom's house, where we had a barbeque and took many stupid photos. they all involve us creatively using props such as food, soft toys and liquor bottles.
cool helmet huh.
3.18.2005
blogger doesn't function properly
so here's another trip into my subconscious.
my hair's a mess, my face is peeling and my lane changing still cannot make it. i can never tell when it's safe to edge my way into the neighbouring lane. the instructor said that traffic is like flowing water and i'm a stone that's thrown inside.
temporary work brings along with it temporary acquaintances. when i first meet new people, i immediately classify them into more chinese or more english people. with the chinese people, i can only manage what passes off as normal conversation. i've got a penchant for meeting people who think they're really funny. or maybe i just don't get the jokes. their first impressions of myself are always wrong. they can never remember my name.
when i was a kid and had fever, i had four recurring nightmares. 1) i'm stuck in a multi-faced structure and the sides are garish coloured plexiglass. 2) picture a cable car system where the cable cars are bundles of cloth carrying pelicans. i'm turning the wheels and fetching them back and forth in an endless cycle. 3) there's a huge land mass and i'm looking down from a bird's eye view. then, a fire starts spreading from one end, devouring towns and animals. it sweeps across the land as i watch in helpless terror. the last time i had it was in sec3 orientation camp. 4) i'm adding or multiplying a number to itself until it becomes more than a hundred digits long and my brain just can't take it. then i wake up and i stumble to my mother, who's in the kitchen, and i'm still half in the nightmare and half conscious, and i have to collapse on the floor.
now that i've grown up, my fears are even weirder. i'm afraid of being in the ocean and swimming and bumping into a really large fish. like a barracuda or an oarfish. or the rough skin of a whale shark, or heaven forbid, a giant squid. and because it's all dark, i can't see until it's too late. even the 2 feet long carp at the fullerton hotel pool creeps the hell out of me.
i can't find a nice affordable wallet. perhaps i need to make my own duct tape wallet. instructions found here.
as i demonstrate looking preppy and looking like an idiot.
exhibit A
exhibit B
according to style.com, the biggest thing this fall would be cardigan, texture, plaids and more plaids.
hot on the heels of $1000000baby, aimee mann has a new concept album about a boxer. it's called the forgotten arm, which is supposed to be a boxing move. she's actually been boxing for a year. other exciting new releases- garbage, yo la tengo, sleater kinney, beck.
after 6 episodes of lost, my biggest questions are: what crime did kate commit? is there a dinosaur on the island? when will the pregnant girl give birth? when will someone start making out with another person?
david foster wallace - "I have a truly horrible dream... I am attempting to stimulate the clitoris of Queen Victoria with the back of a tortoise-shell hairbrush. Her voluminous skirts swirl around her waist and my shoulders, spill out in front of my sweating face. The clanking of pounds of jewelry is heard as she shifts to offer herself at best advantage. There are odours. The Queen's impatient breathing is thunder above me as I kneel at the throne. Time passes. Finally her voice is heard, overhead, metalled with disgust and frustration: "We are not aroused." I am punched in the arm by a guard and flung into a pit at the bottom of which boil the figures of countless mice. I awake with a mouth full of fur. Begging for more time. A ribbed brush."
that sounded familiar. in one of my less perverse fantasies, i am a tribal king, sitting on my throne that is half submerged in rose scented milk. the hall is lit by fire. a line of olive women enter, holding their breasts up like offerings to the pagan gods. they kneel before me. and then i ask them to enter the pool and all i see is lips, legs, ...
time for night cycling!
so here's another trip into my subconscious.
my hair's a mess, my face is peeling and my lane changing still cannot make it. i can never tell when it's safe to edge my way into the neighbouring lane. the instructor said that traffic is like flowing water and i'm a stone that's thrown inside.
temporary work brings along with it temporary acquaintances. when i first meet new people, i immediately classify them into more chinese or more english people. with the chinese people, i can only manage what passes off as normal conversation. i've got a penchant for meeting people who think they're really funny. or maybe i just don't get the jokes. their first impressions of myself are always wrong. they can never remember my name.
when i was a kid and had fever, i had four recurring nightmares. 1) i'm stuck in a multi-faced structure and the sides are garish coloured plexiglass. 2) picture a cable car system where the cable cars are bundles of cloth carrying pelicans. i'm turning the wheels and fetching them back and forth in an endless cycle. 3) there's a huge land mass and i'm looking down from a bird's eye view. then, a fire starts spreading from one end, devouring towns and animals. it sweeps across the land as i watch in helpless terror. the last time i had it was in sec3 orientation camp. 4) i'm adding or multiplying a number to itself until it becomes more than a hundred digits long and my brain just can't take it. then i wake up and i stumble to my mother, who's in the kitchen, and i'm still half in the nightmare and half conscious, and i have to collapse on the floor.
now that i've grown up, my fears are even weirder. i'm afraid of being in the ocean and swimming and bumping into a really large fish. like a barracuda or an oarfish. or the rough skin of a whale shark, or heaven forbid, a giant squid. and because it's all dark, i can't see until it's too late. even the 2 feet long carp at the fullerton hotel pool creeps the hell out of me.
i can't find a nice affordable wallet. perhaps i need to make my own duct tape wallet. instructions found here.
as i demonstrate looking preppy and looking like an idiot.
exhibit A
exhibit B
according to style.com, the biggest thing this fall would be cardigan, texture, plaids and more plaids.
hot on the heels of $1000000baby, aimee mann has a new concept album about a boxer. it's called the forgotten arm, which is supposed to be a boxing move. she's actually been boxing for a year. other exciting new releases- garbage, yo la tengo, sleater kinney, beck.
after 6 episodes of lost, my biggest questions are: what crime did kate commit? is there a dinosaur on the island? when will the pregnant girl give birth? when will someone start making out with another person?
david foster wallace - "I have a truly horrible dream... I am attempting to stimulate the clitoris of Queen Victoria with the back of a tortoise-shell hairbrush. Her voluminous skirts swirl around her waist and my shoulders, spill out in front of my sweating face. The clanking of pounds of jewelry is heard as she shifts to offer herself at best advantage. There are odours. The Queen's impatient breathing is thunder above me as I kneel at the throne. Time passes. Finally her voice is heard, overhead, metalled with disgust and frustration: "We are not aroused." I am punched in the arm by a guard and flung into a pit at the bottom of which boil the figures of countless mice. I awake with a mouth full of fur. Begging for more time. A ribbed brush."
that sounded familiar. in one of my less perverse fantasies, i am a tribal king, sitting on my throne that is half submerged in rose scented milk. the hall is lit by fire. a line of olive women enter, holding their breasts up like offerings to the pagan gods. they kneel before me. and then i ask them to enter the pool and all i see is lips, legs, ...
time for night cycling!
3.13.2005
not having to book in on sunday feels really really good.
more on the tree top walk... the coolest part was when we walked to the bukit timah area and had to cross the railroad, and nobody believed morris when he said there was a train coming until we actually got onto the tracks. man, should have taken a photo then.
speaking of hongkong serials, why do they use the same dubbing people for the same actors? for example, the actress who plays ah-may on zhenqing always get the bratty whiny voice.. although that may be due to the fact that she always plays the same bratty whiny characters in all her shows.
i was at kino today and there are always cool things at kino. today i found a sticker book with 50 real stickers by some graphic designers as well as miniature replica chairs from the vitra musuem. there's lots of andy warhol stuff but i'm not that into him.
found on a certain blog: "Outrageous! My sex drive. Outrageous! My shopping spree. Everything about me is so outrageous. But I am is just a lil lamb..bah...bah..."
mon. work.
tue. work.
wed. work.
thu. ffi + ktv.
fri. driving + night cycling.
sat. ord party.
i've been successful in lining up my programme for next week.. i hope that every week will be as packed as this one. but unlikely lah..
more on the tree top walk... the coolest part was when we walked to the bukit timah area and had to cross the railroad, and nobody believed morris when he said there was a train coming until we actually got onto the tracks. man, should have taken a photo then.
speaking of hongkong serials, why do they use the same dubbing people for the same actors? for example, the actress who plays ah-may on zhenqing always get the bratty whiny voice.. although that may be due to the fact that she always plays the same bratty whiny characters in all her shows.
i was at kino today and there are always cool things at kino. today i found a sticker book with 50 real stickers by some graphic designers as well as miniature replica chairs from the vitra musuem. there's lots of andy warhol stuff but i'm not that into him.
found on a certain blog: "Outrageous! My sex drive. Outrageous! My shopping spree. Everything about me is so outrageous. But I am is just a lil lamb..bah...bah..."
mon. work.
tue. work.
wed. work.
thu. ffi + ktv.
fri. driving + night cycling.
sat. ord party.
i've been successful in lining up my programme for next week.. i hope that every week will be as packed as this one. but unlikely lah..
3.11.2005
3.09.2005
our version of those nasty cum-in-mouth shots. done with better tasting yoghurt.
our version of those nasty cum-in-mouth shots. done with better tasting yoghurt.
Originally uploaded by cwng.
this is turning into a photoblog. anyway, after an eternity of slaving away, i'm now free to go. i handed over the vehicle to my driver, who doesn't know the mess he's getting into and i've done most of my clearance form thanks to other people's help. i felt like a wuss cuz after they drew some of my blood i felt light headed and had to sit back down. i can't use my credit because the mizuno shoes have only two sizes. i took a lot of photos but can't upload all of them because of the bandwidth limit. with the mass exodus of most of the specialists, the company is now run by only a few people. one of them is our dear friend ang, who has one more year to go and already is inflicted with our bochapness.
me (on leaving the next day): tomorrow is the 2nd happiest day of my life. the first being my ord date.
ang: ah one man's meat is another...
me: no, many men's meat is one man's poison
and: wah you're damn straight.
3.06.2005
platoon 6
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Originally uploaded by cwng.
last night proved yet again that i can't eat a buffet. after sampling 3 rounds of the meat and the seafood, i ended up eating only the chocolate desserts which were very satisfying. we actually ate quite a lot of aphrodisiacs.. oysters, chocolate, strawberry fondue..
ended up at party world later. never going to sing with a large group of people again cuz the mike has to be passed around..
otherwise,
i'm rediscovering the joy of driving lessons and having near misses.
3.04.2005
"I've got soul but I'm not a soldier" -"all these things i've done" the killers.
atec is finally over! the only thing that kept us busy for the past few months can be summarised in a few scattered memories: slacking the whole of the first day in the bunk - entering the reservoir in the vehicle and getting totally drenched - getting killed three times - not knowing what the fuck was going on most of the time - waking my driver up - having a signaller fix my radio set, which was not working properly for a whole day, in a second - hearing my ps jam the radio and getting screwed - wearing the same dirty uniform for four days - changing from uncomfortable position to uncomfortable position while sleeping.
We celebrated by toasting three bottles of wine: to ord, to platoon six, to no more kenny.
I was so happy yesterday when i dekitted some of my stuff and emptied out my cupboards. filled up two trash bags of rubbish and got the sacred clearance forms. Unfortunately the vehicle is probably going to keep me in camp next week.
the initial verdict on tori's the beekeeper- it's a keeper. haha. i'm not always a fan of her music even though i buy her new albums with religious fervour. for example, i loved from the choirgirl hotel to bits but scarlet's walk was a tad too long and boring. the new one is equally sprawling and no, her lyrics still don't make much sense, although there's an interview dvd in which she explains some of the songs. what i like is how fresh and happy she sounds. the songs are also funkier and more varied in texture and sweet the sting has the most sing-along chorus of any of her songs. i was already singing sweet sweet sweet the sting the first time i listened. i also love witness' use of the backing choir. it's almost as uplifting as gospel. i'm going to find out more about the gospel of mary magdalene because she keeps exploring the topic and it's not really a part of the bible for some reason. to top it off, she still looks as unearthly ethereal on the cd booklet. let's hope that her upcoming tour lasts till the end of the year so that i can have a chance to see her.
sat plans: update pdl and dinner at the mandarin.
sun plans: my first driving practice in months. shudders.
atec is finally over! the only thing that kept us busy for the past few months can be summarised in a few scattered memories: slacking the whole of the first day in the bunk - entering the reservoir in the vehicle and getting totally drenched - getting killed three times - not knowing what the fuck was going on most of the time - waking my driver up - having a signaller fix my radio set, which was not working properly for a whole day, in a second - hearing my ps jam the radio and getting screwed - wearing the same dirty uniform for four days - changing from uncomfortable position to uncomfortable position while sleeping.
We celebrated by toasting three bottles of wine: to ord, to platoon six, to no more kenny.
I was so happy yesterday when i dekitted some of my stuff and emptied out my cupboards. filled up two trash bags of rubbish and got the sacred clearance forms. Unfortunately the vehicle is probably going to keep me in camp next week.
the initial verdict on tori's the beekeeper- it's a keeper. haha. i'm not always a fan of her music even though i buy her new albums with religious fervour. for example, i loved from the choirgirl hotel to bits but scarlet's walk was a tad too long and boring. the new one is equally sprawling and no, her lyrics still don't make much sense, although there's an interview dvd in which she explains some of the songs. what i like is how fresh and happy she sounds. the songs are also funkier and more varied in texture and sweet the sting has the most sing-along chorus of any of her songs. i was already singing sweet sweet sweet the sting the first time i listened. i also love witness' use of the backing choir. it's almost as uplifting as gospel. i'm going to find out more about the gospel of mary magdalene because she keeps exploring the topic and it's not really a part of the bible for some reason. to top it off, she still looks as unearthly ethereal on the cd booklet. let's hope that her upcoming tour lasts till the end of the year so that i can have a chance to see her.
sat plans: update pdl and dinner at the mandarin.
sun plans: my first driving practice in months. shudders.
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