burp

sat, and im at the exact same location i was last weekend. in a creaky swivel chair, in e cold ratty crew room, sitting at the com, blogging away.

did the sums today and realised i'd practically threw a few hundred down the toilet bowl, gave a good strong flush, the moolah never to be seen again. urgh.

cost of the old 8250(say 90)+ pana x400(140)+upgrade to 6230(100)=330
and that's not counting the cost of the replacement phone!! urgh.

so if i were to get a 8250, i'd have coughed up 420, just to play musical chairs with a few phones, and come full circle to wat i'd begun with! urgh.

i've been eyeing a mp3 player for awhile now, to keep me sane for the next brunei trip(this time with the ultra irritating pork chop!). guess i got a appointment with the IMH in brunei.

to the jackass that swiped my phone: i hope u're enjoying it dude. would u like to have the box, complete with the manual, unfilled warranty and handsfree kit?

gave the walls of 120 squadron a washing. hmm... transformed them from a dull, pallid grayish shade of blue to a quaint, cherubic sky blue. at least that's wat i hope mr encik Leong would feel la.

i gotta stop serving guard duty. i just keep eating, and eating, and eating. maybe that's wat i do at home anw, but in the crew room, it realy gets punctuated sia. at last count, i've had 2 bags of chips, 1.5 bottles of soya milk, 2 cups of coffee, 2 yam baos, 1 box of curry chicken rice and 2 boxes of beehoon. and its only 10pm.

met up with ade last night. couldn't count the number of earrings she had on. had 2 servings of ice-cream, which i forgot to pay for in the end. cheap leong. rembered the calls last year while i was on guard duty. at least that kept mr insomniac from reaching for more food lol. hoped she liked the present.

the stomach's stirring again...

double urgh

this is wat i do everyday, or at least 8 days out of 10. i'd wake up a little earlier den the alarm time i set, realise that i've got a bit more time to spare, so in a bid to maximise sleep time, i'd lie back on the bed, close my eyes and pretend that im sleeping oh so soundly. fact is, i dun really sleep alot these days, ever since the first brunei detachment. mr sleep early has transformed magically into mr insomnia.

i'd den shuffle into the kitchen, get a breakfast of coffee and watever's on the table. have a little stoning session before draggin my limp reluctant body to work, and a 2nd breakfast(highlight of the morning!) with my mates.
but wat happened a few days ago? i got my coffee, and breakfast happened to be some leftover cake. had my stoning session in front of the idiot box, gobbled up the cake, and proceeded to work.

c'mon, use the inate Sherlockian instincts in you!

ans: i forgot my caffeine fix. yup, left the whole piping hot mug of Nescafe's rich flavored coffee untouched.

now, that has never happened before, and its a pretty startling discovery. perhaps im getting 1 step closer to fulfilling my potential of being a scatterbrained dimwit lol.

lost my spanking new 2 week old phone today. 2nd phone in as many months!! urgh. i had tucked it away into a nice little corner in my bag, and stashed the bag into a little nook between the crew room TV and speaker, and left the room to finish the work for the day. the rest of the day's crew weren't around before i left, and i was away for only like 45mins!

attended the briefing before every1 commenced work, and all i was thinkin of was getting home. the resident shady character, whom we shall only identify as S, slinked into the room. the supersleuth in me felt somethin amiss and went back to check my bag.

well, it was right where it was supposed to be, minus the phone tho. the guy, whoever he is, didn't even bother taking my wallet. maybe he felt a tinge of guilt and decided to at least let me be able to go home without hitching a free ride. but he's sure smart, zoomin straight for my phone, while my other mates' bags were left untouched.

hey YY's Gucci wallet's worth a bunch too! not that i hoped his was gone too of cos. like i said at the very beginning, all i've wrote thus far are totally inane rantings, with nary a semblence of coherence, nor proper thought processes.

urgh URGH!

urgh

urgh. wat my legs prolly would tell me if they had mouths.

was actually supposed to be hooping with worm and yk yesterday. got home, ate alot of junk food, had a quick shower and was one step out the door when my phone rang. turns out tt yk couldn't make it, and really, all 2 guys can do at the court is this:

A shoots the ball.
if its good, B picks up the ball and lets A have another go. if its not, B picks up the ball and has a go himself.
if its good, A picks up the ball and lets B have another go. if its not, A picks up the ball and has a go himself.

repeat as desired.

so ball was cancelled. and wat did Leong do after that? u can bet your last dollar that its nothing constructive.
planted myself in the couch with a new load of junk food, and switched on the TV. nothing much on, but the highlight's the food anw. gorged myself senseless till sometime at night.

went on a little run as my girth's starting to worry me. same old, same old. beats me why i bother to try keeping watever fitness i have left. its not like im going be called up for tryouts with the Sixers anytime soon.

off to work.
urgh.

candles in your cake

do people get more cranky with age? do they get more irritable as the days crawl by? is there a proportionate ratio between their eccentricity and the number of candles on their cake? in the case of the old uncle, i couldn't agree more. i can prolly nod my head till the hinge falls apart and rolls onto the floor.

had a appointment with him yesterday at 1pm. walked into his office, and found him reading the sports section. at least he wasn't acting busy.

'afternoon, sir!'
'yes?'
'im 3rd sgt Lim TL. you wanted me to report to you abt last week, when u got..."
'Lim wat! Lim Tulan ah?!'
'Lim Thou Leong, sir."
'i remember u! wat have u got to say?!'

before i could even complete a sentence of my feeble defence, he took out his black little notebook and wrote down my particulars.

'Lim! take 2(not tea breaks, confinements)!!'
'Yes sir.'
'now, get lost!!!'

of cos, that wasn't all, but if i were to include the full one-sided conversation, this blog prolly would have a M18 rating slapped upon it, and no amount of parental guidance would make little boys believe that NS is good for the male singaporean soul.

was actually supposed to clear up the drains this sat, but my warrant officer stepped in and made me do something else instead. now, im supposed to clean the hangar walls and rid it of the countless stains, and to wipe all the windows, sweep the floor, wash the fans and watnot. in short, spring cleaning. out of the fire and into the frying pan huh.

the punisher said with all the menace he could muster in his uber cheesy movie, "dun call me frank, call me... the punisher"

Lim TL said with all the misery he contained in his uber boring life, "dun call me tulan, call me... Maria..."

off to ball!!!

snippetty snip snippetty

the wonders of the internet... just a while ago, after i'd lost my phone, i mass-emailed everyone i knew, asking for dem to get to me via the same phone number, just so i could store their numbers once more. lol mr blog, you'd be surprised by the number of ppl who responded. 3. trois. san.

1 of dem was maureen. old, old classmate of mine, way back in primary school days. she promptly organised a get-together of sorts. very enthusiastic abt it i must say. got me,worm,yk and eng into the outing. huijuan couldn't make it as she got a exam. On a Saturday?? tough luck huh.

maureen didn't change at all, looks at least. got a nice hairdo tho, brown wavy curls bouncing around. wonder if they'd get flat after sleeping on dem overnight. still holding her pen in the most unique way tho, brandishing it as af it was a brush. but gosh, can she draw!!!

talked abt old times, how she's doin these days... she's an animator! glam glam design work sia, and she gets to go to work in slippers!!

notice all i've said was how maureen's doing. well, i've been hanging around with yk worm and eng all the while, since we were prepubescent kids, scrambling around ping pong tables, playing Crocodile, till now, taller kids playing hoops every sunday.

added a link and a tagbox at the side today. took quite a while, as im the world renown computer idiot. looked at some ppl's blogs, and copied their html codes. for a while they all ended up at the bottom. perplexing. all those seemingly neverending computer script!! still not where i want dem, but at least they're not at the bottom. fix it some other day. too much work for the gray matter isn't good.

yippee! now i dun have to memorise blog addresses. less work for the brain. reading ppl's blogs interesting. lets me know how ppl are doing, or at least wat they wanna divulge to the world. yep, ur right, im a nosy parker.

remembered i had to get a haircut to face the old wheezer tmr, so i popped into one of those new-fangled shops that boasted 10min haircuts. Quick Beauty eh? so i shuffled into the place, fantasising that maybe this time, the place can do wat previous nicely decorated salons couldn't, and that i'd enter a unkempt fellow, and emerge a jaw-dropping, headturning, neck-breaking handsome dude. ok la, that was overdoing things a little. hmm but all the barber managed to do was to turn my big unruly mop into.... drumroll.... a small unruly mop.

hope the old uncle got enough of his beer and decide to let me off. it'd be a miracle if he did tho. i'd prolly end up clearing the long winding drains in camp this sat.

pop!

ah... nice cloudy fri, nice and breezy, without the stifling heat u'd expect most days, perfect for a nice little game of hoops, walk around town... and where do i find myself?!?

back in my workplace, enjoying yet another round of guard duty.
true tho, i get it better than others. at least i dun have to wear the army issue long 4, and lug around a rifle dragging the very cumbersome combat boots around the compound.

got caught by the RSM(regimental sgt major?) yesterday, a cranky old uncle with a substantial potbelly honed from one too many cheap beer sessions at the spec mess. according to him, my hair's too long, and too untidy. guess i'll have to get a snip later.

the knee's not holding up too well these days. there's this constant dull, niggling pain on top of the kneecap. its like mr bruise found his lifetime partner and decided to set up residence at Mt. kneecap, blk lefthand side, level 13. his children are thinkin of moving out to blk righthand side.

think i inflicted the pain myself from too many plyometrics sessions in the past in a bid to jump higher. true, for a while, i was able to get rim, and i even entertained thoughts of dunking. but i guess the overzealous workouts caught up with me and the knee got hurt. now im a good step or two slower, and recovering from a squatting position would elicit a few groans.

physio wasn't any good. all it entailed was a gym session, followed by some time in a bed with a fancy contraption that emitted heat. and its $75 bucks a session?! luckily good old 11B took care of that.

ricketty, ricketty, creak
creakitty, creakitty, pop

and pop goes the kneecap!

coffee, milk or tea?

#4?

gosh, im surprising even myself.
just came back from yet another round of guard duty, and here i am, making yet another entry.

off to play ball with worm and yk later!!

saw my instructor teaching the newest batch of trainees today. fierce, and impossible to comprehend as usual. tachometer, exciter, differential switch and all the technical mumbo-jumbo. cant say i really knew wat he was yakking away abt.

he was tough on me and my batch, abit overly so i might add. a stickler for rules, he'd demand that we follow every single instruction to a T, and if anyone were to fall out of line, then woe betide the poor wretch.

who'd happen to be yours truly most of the time.

that said, you'd have expected me to hate his guts, but the fact is i dun. true, i didn't quite really agree with his overbearing ways, nor do i exactly relish the endless confinements he doled out, but i think he's a ok guy after everything's all said and done. he's straight-talking, and to him, things are either in black or white.

i think he'd be right at home in the wuxia era, where things are alot more simpler. either you're a goody-two-shoes, or a cackling baddie. where the good guys wear white robes, with insanely long sideburns/side bangs and play on the flute on top on trees. where the baddies are clad in multi-color garbs, with big shiny cleavers, and always outnumber everyone else. good or bad, no shades of gray. how things should be.

black,white or gray?

ah gump

#3!!

Mood-o-meter past few days: 5
feelin a tad under the weather the past few days, dun realy know why tho.
prolly cos of the incessant rain i guess, which made going out a chore, and balling next to impossible, even if the new adidas tagline "impossible is nothing" is anything to go by. well, i can go and shoot some hoops, but i guess it wun be 5mins before i get all wet, and i'd prolly have fallen on my back a few times.

knock knock up there... abit hollow most prolly
tap tap tap in the middle... abit empty too!
weird....

listened to alot of songs during guard duty last week, and found this webby http://www.reasontorock.com while i was looking for the lyrics for some songs. wah... didn't know they put that much thought into their words. very impressive, i must say!

for some reason, "knockin on heaven's door" decided to put itself on loop in my brain's player.

went on a little run to curb the ruthless expansion plans of Tummy.Inc before it turns into a global player like Mac's. Fri or Sat nite, cant recall. hollow up there, afterall.

a few rounds around the field, wat i'd normally do. most days, as lap #10 gets closer, the mental player would be playing a few loud tracks to get my mind off the fatigue. rocky theme, any1?
that day was different tho. alot of random thoughts occupied me till lo and behold, the counter reached 10 before i'd even felt it. Brain department decided to shift its attention to my crumbling legs and i promptly stopped and limped home.

wonder wat forrest gump was thinking of when he made that long long run.

Yippee! 3 cheers for ah Leong! Hip hip and hooray!
felt like normal again today, fully functional again. could it be because of a much needed serving of hoops?

back as the usual neighborhood airhead!

dear blog

didn't think i'd be here again, did you? well here i am with entry numero deux.
there, all that's left of 2 years worth of french class.

"Thou Leong, wat have u got for brains? hay?!"
those were the exact words my art teacher Logary, a big Aussie mama hurled at me. im pretty sure wats up there isn't a handful of dried grass, but she seemed rather convinced for some reason.

"Dao Liang, ni jiu xiang yi dui lan ni!!"
-comment by Madam Tung, my buxom form teacher. just one out of countless others.

judging from the above, you might have guessed that i wasn't exactly a LKY scholar type of student. u aren't too far off frm the truth. for some unfathomable reason, books seemed to lose their meaning to me along the way. glad i managed to scrape thru poly tho.

Maybe its cos i had to turn into a mini-adult at ages 13 thru 19, and i couldn't handle it, thus rejecting all formulae, lit quotes, chemical equations and what-have-u, chuckin dem all straight into the bin. oh well. now i've transformed back into a child, hoarding toys whenever i can. a tad like Michael Jackson, albeit on a much much smaller scale. Freakish, to say the least.

Yesterday (or the day before, cant recall) afternoon at work in the squadron, while i was leaning against the tool store, ostensibly to book out some screwdrivers, but really just standin around in one of my stoning sessions, my previous instructor suddenly materialised beside me. lol maybe i was too far out tho.

"zhen yang, xin qin bu hao ah?"
was rather taken aback by his seemingly nonchalant comment, cos he was totally right.
didn't want to admit it at first, but asked him how he knew.

"your eyes la! im so old, of cos i know la!" before he laughingly sauntered off. he's not that old really, just 31 or so.

gosh, am i that easy to read?

www.cowed77.blogspot.com

there, yet another blog up on the net, one amongst god-knows-how many. to set the record straight, i have no religion, so i wonder if my use of the word would offend anyone. though truth be told, i've always felt that a single being should suffice, instead of the myriad of celestial beings in other religions. Won't there be a bureaucracy of some sort if that was the case?

"you wish to win 4D? sorry wrong department, please hold while i transfer u to the wealth department. oops sorry he's off to lunch, pls try again later"

What made a bum decide to do somethin like this? wouldn't it be better to just mill around the many shopping malls, ogling girls, look at nice shoes etc etc? no idea really. Just the other day, after one too many phone call to X, he put forth this marvellous idea, prolly to get me off his back lol. No idea why i did that in the 1st place tho, since im not one for making calls. most times, if im not out playin ball, i'd rather be left alone, sitting in a comfy spot, with a big strong cup of coffee and a good sword fantasy. So, i still wonder why i did wat i did lol.

So here i am. Enjoy it while it lasts though, cos it might be the last entry.

Why the title, u say. why cowed? back in Sec school, when people started using email, everyone's address was the coolest name they could think of. fireboi, luvchic, hawkfalcon somethin and whatnot. i came across cowed in some random book, and i pretty liked the feel of the word. its been a favorite word of mine since. why 77? simply cos plain old cowed is taken up by someone else.

word of the day:
COWEDadj : frightened into submission or compliance

liked the meanin of the word, since some people i know are hellbent on one-up-manship.

i've always preferred Donald's blustering squawks to Mickey's smart squeaky remarks. Tom's bumblings over clever Jerry's moves.