13:11 - My Seletar (ORD Special tribute part 1)

Seletar camp? Never heard of it.

2 years ago, that non-chalent me would say that. (but of course eugene, lc, jf would beg to defer..). but now, today, Seletar has been my second home. the place that brought me together with great friends, many memories and lasting experiences. send me elsewhere? over my dead body dude. (especially since it is 1 more month to go!)

seletar can be found along TPE, off Jalan Kayu exit. Yes. that is where the infamous humbled small pratas are. so through the old majestic Seletar camp gates you go, straight along the golf range, and ta-ta, Seletar camp, Home of the * (omited due to secruity breach & most importantly, not wanting to extend ORD- thanks for the reminder jf).


the road to home. a really welcoming sight after training at the wetgap or after servicing. huh? F3 again?! the great thing about seletar is that it is all nature- trees, the sea and more trees? a break from the eye-sore of concrete jungles everywhere else outside.


this is home. block 472. a real classic and beauty. left after the british.


stairway to bunk. where the bed and cold showers awaits us.


the long corridor.


the bunk! where we gossip, bitch and whine, play badminton, gay-around, eat, melt into each others bed (especially eugene who will sleep with different guys on different days...), and strategically plan our off-days.


my cupboard, one of the organised ones. as compared to lc. he has got underwear (clean & unclean) everywhere in his. yeeew. just like narain. both tribal people.


the sky darkens. as the night falls, the camp glows with creepiness. with long shadows and the occasional bats and weeping dogs.


the training shed behind home.


boats.


the grand hanger.


the unused wooden jetty. it has been demolished this August. another piece of old seletar kept in the history books. I took a walk up to the hut when I was serving my 14 day duty, and the serenity that grabs you while you are in the middle of the sea, beyond words.


the wetgap. with jf never having to wet his boots. sting sting.


changes in the tide causes this pretty little sight. but this place will always carry memories of my poor friend, QianHui whose finger was crushed in front of me. he has, of course healed and ORDed.


the morning scene. a new beginning in Seletar. but if there were no trainings, that will mean waking up into the early afternoon. except hua chew and his many shakes.

with not much days left. our chapters are closing...

12:47 - Russ! versus black doggie

Russ, my baby's japanese chin just celebrated his birthday with the nation. on August 9th, he counts 5.


this is his enemy, the black doggie (not Russ!). he loves biting and chewing and running away with him. it's their way of affection, saying an I love you, doggy style.

In this short clip, russ the japanese chin takes him on, the black doggie, in their daily love hate relationship. probably the cutest dog 'fight' in the world. graah!

00:21 - Kuala Lumpur journey (Part 2)

Ok. long overdue, but here it is now. as I remembered, warm and still fuzzy. Part 2!


the blue skies morning and the old blocks of flat from the window of our hotel room.


another view of the old flat. as you can see, I am getting quite arty farty here. but they do have good places for really memorable shots.


overlooking the alleyway. can you feel the emptiness?


this is the lounge and reception area. really homey. and the breakfast too.


red taxi and the small street in front of the hotel.


after the planning the night before, It is time for action. It's buy or never. first stop. Jalan Petaling, Chinatown.


we were a little too eager. most shops open around 11. we were there at 9. so we had guiling gao at this little herbal tea shop with a gigantic golden metal urn of some sort. then we had MacDonald's. and watch the KL traffic past us by.


at MacDonald's.


finally we saw people.


and ta-ta. finally busting with people. the covered street provided very much appreciated shelter from the blazing afternoon sun. and it was here that we discovered that the Malaysian $1 coin was not accepted. it was stopped last year because of problems of counterfeits. so now only the notes can be used. and to think how many unethical shopowners poured their coins at us because we are tourist. haiz. $7 dollars at least. I could have another round of ice kachang.


we explored the area and found this pet store just round the corner off Petaling. and in it a long stretch of glass displays of cute little puppies. many puppies of all common breeds. baby was so ohhhhhhhhh so cute...


an example of cute. definitely worth the ohhhhhhhhh.


and so after we conquered Chinatown, it is time for business. to the shopping malls. KLCC! by train.


If you even had noticed, we were donning identical tees. star power!


baby had a good solid 5minutes laugh earlier on. well, we purchased the train standard tickets and it quite resembled our very own ez-link cards. and I tapped and go. so baby tried that on another entry faregate, but it did not allow entry, it did not open for her. so frustratingly I said, wei, will you please tap it properly. she tried for quite a while and she gave up exclaiming this is not working lor. finally one of the train officers who was probably watching our little commotion and came forward. without a word, he took her ticket and fed it into the entry faregate. and the ticket came out from the top! we were quite amazed actually then humored. how did I ever get through then? the faregate I passed was under maintenance. and was open all the while...

well at least I had a vision for them... and laughing is good. I encourage it.

Back track to our Kuala Lumpur journey (Part 1)
Writing soon! the final installation of our Kuala Lumpur journey (Part 3)