Short hair

JianYi got hair so short it actually shines and reflects light! Har. edited lah. relax.

What type of blog is this?

The blogging era is now. today. and when you have practically everyone blogging. you got all kinds of blogs. people see a blog as an avenue to express. I need not explain. if you are reading this, you are probably a blogger yourself. anyway, when I'm bored, I go spying on blogs. sometimes on people I don't know. but mostly, on people I know.

Just by looking at their way of writing. i use to ask myself. "why do i blog..'. I cannot really write for nuts. I write in short, non-englishlike manner. Not the slightest depth like kevin's Tales of an apple turned brown or robbie's crappy turning a corner (his crap is good) or weekend joyce's the doll. so why do i blog? why do I waste my time writing, designing and all..?

well. 10 years down the road. when I am happily married with a dozen of kids, I can read the archives to them, I can smile and laugh at the things that i have written or done. more so, how much have I grown. In life, there is not much to track yourself. a friend probably. or girlfriend? I think watching myself grow is much more meaningful. so to answer myself. this blog is about me. about me and the people that I love. memories. memories too.

Yah. the longterm blogger has said his peace.

Cannot fall ill...

I am falling sick. I can feel it. It is coming. I need more intake of pokka green tea to neutralise the 'heatiness' in my body. I feel so weak. I must not fall sick. The coming week's agenda is unbelievably good.

there is no need to book in on sunday night, which means one more night to be a civilian. So we are booking in on monday. in town. far east. for some discussion. partially quote as, 'to promote creative thinking in a creative atmosphere'. Thurday, the whole coy will be in goggles and trunks for some much needed swimming action. and friday. beach shorts and hawaiian T for the island life at sentosa!

what can be better than this? I am all out for OC's team-building-cohesiveness-thingy if they were all like this.

Cannot fall ill....

Weekend Bloggers

My camp officially blocked out Blogger from its server. I cannot write, I cannot read in camp. I can declare myself as a weekend blogger now. That's as good as dead. Haiz. Just because of the controversy around certain bloggers who shoot their mouths away about politics and races, now at least 23.7% of bloggers can declare themselves to be weekend bloggers. Shitty.

Over Snoring

"I wish I may, I wish I might
not have snored like a boar last night
I am sorry I tore and rocked the room,
with my thunderous snore
My nose was as stuffed as a thanksgiving thurkey
It was not deliberate, I hated It
but it still roared when i close my eyes
last night was enough
i promise you
tonight will be a quieter night
free from snore that sound like a boar
so you can sleep like a child lying in a cradle."

My respond to my baby's 3am post last night

Things

It's in the day that I write this post. That's the first hint of what I am about to say. Usually it does not really bother me. I try not to think about it. But I cannot help it at times. especially when I book in at night now.

My camp has a rich long past. It use to serve as a British camp, survived the Japanese occupancy and stands till today. The past still remains, with the buildings, hangers and tracks. And so the history. the hauntings. My camp is full of it.

I heard stories about this place even before I came here. Now I'm hearing even more stories. The sergeants were seeing things, so were the men. There were many accounts. Like for instance, one of our driver told me one of his friends had his rover chased by a child-like thing at a deserted road at midnight. Or one of the men actually saw a shadow standing beside his buddy when he was sleeping. How about the flying pontianak (malay female vampire) and the red floor of Boat coy, the child at the round about, just to name a few. So far, I have been blessed by just hearing sounds at night. creepy voices.

My hair's standing right now. The camp seems to be darker. and I am losing myself to stories that I do not know if its true at all. anyway, this sounds like one of those ghost-thriller movies. especially those made in thailand.

Get a grip.

Eugene's 21st birthday dip in the wet gap

It's Friday night

It's Friday night. I am finally back home! I have been suppressed. So many things to do, so little time for myself. I cannot even blog! There was overnight rafting, practical and theory test, and arrowed to Overall In Charge of IPPT. The IPPT was quite an experience, especially, when I over-slept the timing. If not for the ever-vigilant, seriously arrowed, Eugene Ruan, who shook me and made me flipped out of bed, I would have been ask to bend over and received screwing big time. My two alarm clocks were helpless in getting me out of bed. Anyway, it was cancelled due to bad weather. All the big help from TLC and Sam, the planning and organising all in vain. I got to smoke out the next test date. Got to dodge the arrows.

Anyway, whatever. It's Friday night!

Army Half Marathon

It's out!

The gallery shoots are out! Of course the ex model will beat the un-model. She was totally natural, but I, haiz, the pictures say a thousand words. It was a unexpected investment, from going there for a free makeover with the "I'm going to do this and have fun and save money and just be satisfied with the two free shots" mentality. But turns out, we were conned into parting with our all so precious money for a little more photos. Not having all your shots wonderfully taken can also be a blessing in disguise lor.

The rest of the pictures will soon be published on Baby's princess blog.








photo, hair, makeup done by Coverlooks

The greatest there is to Korean movies- My Sassy Girl

Here I am after two years since it release.

My Sassy Girl
It lags, there's no english subtitles, so if you truly want to enjoy the greatest korean movie ever, go get the dvd or something lah. Nothing is free.

I believe
At least the theme sound sounds legitimate.

At the wake

I was at the wake today. So were my cousins. The very same cousins who grew up with me at my grandma's old shophouse. I remember we spent all our time there playing in the alley; catching, zero point and hide and seek. That is until the shophouse had to go. We then sort of drifted. They are now accountants, banker and executives. speaking in foreign language of stocks, lots and loans. Despite this, I had a good catchup with one cousin, the banker. We spoke in a common language of our childhood and the events and changes around us. Time really changes everything.

Back to the wake. As we were about to move off to the temple for cremation, there was a single dog who came close and howled as the vehicle bearing my uncle slowly moved off. It sounded really depress. Talk about creepy. The entire service was thankfully calm.

So he lefted us. to join my grandma. we will remember him. as we did for my grandma.

My uncle

He was my mom's brother. A man who cared for the entire family. Especially my grandma. The only thing was that he was mute. Because of his disability, he couldn't work. So he followed my grandma around and took care of her, everyday. That is until my grandma passed away. His whole world crashed. He was deeply affected and since then he was not really the same.

I remember when I was young, I was very afraid of him. he was always making sounds at me. And I did not like that. But as I grew older I understood. My mom would tell us he would always ask where we were when we were not around. He, like my grandma hoped to see everyone together.

Quite often, my uncle would stay at our place for a day or two. There was once, I had a friend bunking when he was around. And in the wee hours of the night, my friend wanted to pee and as he made his way to the bathroom, he noticed a dark shadow at the dining table and as he got closer, the shadow stood up and "growled". My friend panicked and bolted for the bathroom, screaming. He could have stayed there till morning but he had his nokia with him. So he called me and I had to escort him back to the bedroom. My friend was all shaking and shivering when I found him. It turned out to be my uncle and I believed he just wanted to say a simple hello.

I was at the wake today. It was a simple affair. We will make his last journey with him tomorrow. And he would once again be reunited with my grandma. Looking after the family from above.

Bad hairday in a sink

When we gather...

When we all grow old, we often turn our backs to people whom watch us grow. Our relatives. They are the people who would buy us things when our parents say no. They are the people who will bring us to places our parents did not want to. They are the people who held our little hands when we crossed the road. Now that we have grown old, we can afford to buy what we desire, go where we want to, and do the things we once cannot. Ourselves. Maybe not for you. But me.

I remember the last time there was a big gathering of all my relatives. It was the Chinese New Year in February. Yesterday my uncle just passed away. And we gather for the second time. We should have gathered more. For more joyous occasions.

A wednesday

A wednesday. I have been granted a day off because of "Operation duffer". Anyway, that is the spirit for eating my precious weekends. By the way, LC corrected me. It should be D-U-F-F-E-L.

We trained madly the past two days. Doing deck was back breaking, hand straining and muscle tearing. But I survived. We saw two near training-accident, three new specialist, an invasion of mosquitos, more people round up against "dry-boots" and Sam's first fish. To let you know, we train and fish concurrently.

Enough of camp. I had a great weekend. A fulfilling one. It's those times when you complete the things you set out to do, and do more! I followed Baby for her driving lesson as promised, and finished the very book that my brother forced me to read, "Rich dad Poor dad". I'll be reading it another time through. Reading on all the points to re-enforce and stress me out perfectly to take action. Besides this, I got an idea the very things to get for my baby for her coming 22nd birthday this November. And we started a joint account with Standard with amazing interest rates. We headed to Chinablack as well because of free drinks. where they seem to love hindi-like-RnB tracks and slept through the mornings and ate whatever we wanted. Ha.


Below Chinablack

My Sassy girl

Karaoke Session