from curryland with boredom

its been a good ten days since i left home, and here i am, smack in the middle of curryland aka brunei.

nothing much has changed since the last time i was here, save for the couch in the room, which is even more rundown and ratty than ever. cant believe it could get any worse. and YY stepped a hole into the already lousy upholstery. powerful legs.

food from the cookhouse is crap as usual. i dun christen the place curryland for nothing i tell ya. gosh they can make curry out of absolutely anything. i kid u not. apart from the usual fish, chicken, mutton etc, wat do we have? curry fishballs! and they make curry out of broccoli too! and lady's fingers! wat next? yesterday's apples??

the pace here is generally... slooww. everyone does everything at his own speed, and even the dogs outside the camp pad along slower. food takes ages to arrive.

been eating alot of kaya toast lately. u people should try some too. heavenly sia! whenever all of us are bumming around in the bunk, i'd make some for myself every now and then. i think i average about a loaf a day. guess i should curb myself, if even lualua can do that lol. as a result, ive acquired a very sexy, husky voice. very man. maybe i can use it to charm some babe huh. yeah right.

bullshit. a very sore throat more likely. i sound very raspy now, and words have to be squeezed out. a big fat gray frog croaking in his death throes would prolly sound nicer than me. all that pi pa gao wasn't enough protection against the army of Sing Kee homemade kaya and Gardenia enriched white bread i guess.

played a lot of soccer. prolly played more in the last few days than the whole of last year combined. was once again reminded that i got two left feet. ran like a headless chicken all over the field. but its getting betta i think. getting a slightly betta inkling of how to actually move with the ball.

off to curryland

well, its 5.20AM now, and im abt to leave my place. going to meet YY and porky for a last meal before we cab it to paya lebar airbase. didn't sleep a wink the whole night, just so i might be able to sleep a little on the long flight to kill some time on the long tedious 3 hr long journey.

heh, now i can tell ppl im a jetsetter, flying around all the time. only thing is, its Singapore-Brunei, Brunei-Singapore.

but knowing me, i guess i prolly still wun enter dreamland. come to think of it, i've not had a dream for a long time...

hope i packed everythin that's needed, and that i dun leave anythin out. didn't manage to get a book after all. how am i gonna endure pork chop?! horrors...

who's gonna miss me while im gone?

later

leaving on a crap plane

yup, my bags are packed

im good to go

I'm sitting here right at my com

1 more entry before i close the door

and the clock is ticking

slow but surely

its almost time

for me to go

Already I'm so sian i gotta go

So say bye and wish for me

promise that you'll wish for me

wish i dun go nuts over there

Cause I'm leaving on a crap plane

be back the 8th next month this year

Oh babe I hate to go

chiong ar!

wat kind of movies do most people watch? wats yr fav genre?

me, well i prolly watch just abt anything, but i gotta admit, i do kinda like fluffy cheesy love stories in a way. the leads almost always get together in the end, and these fairy tale endings seem so nice.

action movies are cool too, all those piang piang boom. kirsten dunst. so cute! cant say i've never fallen asleep amidst barrages of gunshots and whizzing planes tho.

i find myself watching ghost shows alot too. asking for it, really. so scaredy-cat liao still wanna watch eyes pop out of their sockets and long haired, white robed females flitting about. The Ring spooked me so much that i was afraid to go into the bathroom for a whole week, or gaze into a mirror to comb the oh-so-fashionable center parting hair back in sec school.

but stories abt the spirit and friendship captivate me the most. not those that come in bottles with nice stickers, tales abt the human spirit.

tales of how, with the odds stacked so high, the guy still doggedly fights on. how he still soldiers on with unwavering determination, towards that singular goal in the face of insurmountable adversities. how he takes a beating, a battering, a knock too many, but still stands up and asks for more. its this strength and spirit that enthralls me, and wrings a tear or two. that's why i really quite like adidas' brand new advertising tagline:

Impossible is Nothing

that's why i enjoy Slamdunk and Naruto so much. nothing quite embodies the spirit im talking abt like Sakuragi frm slamdunk, and Naruto and Rock Lee frm the latter. these guys, they really really move me. and i cant forget how Luffy frm One Piece would fight the big baddies, take all of them on, mano a gango, to stand up for his comrades. ooh...

just watch a sixers game. just see how allen iverson, oft the smallest guy on the court would have the biggest game. he'd run his legs to the ground to win the game. playing his heart out. when the camera goes for a closeup of him, u can see the look in his eyes.

and jordan. how he'd drag his team by the collar, doing watever it takes to get the W. he'd have the same focussed, fiery look. like they're saying

"im not going to lose this game"

wah...

chiong ar!!

tong chiang

back frm work. there was this little celebration today, more boring speeches, awards presentation, dada dada... but, there was food!! yes!! i prolly ate the most, as usual :/ wat to do, when ur a pig. we all went to measure our weight, and i discovered i've climbed up the ladder! frm the lightest to 2nd heaviest. phwoar!

lualua was howling with laughter, saying how im on track to take over the top. well, he's prolly right.
Leong, world heavyweight champion!

there was this bingo thingy and a lion dance too, but i skipped dem. went to stone in the crew room. weather's just too hot.

read a few ppl's blogs... and was a tad... taken aback. its kinda surprising how 2 diff people can have such similar thoughts.

was a little pissed yesterday. but argh, i shall not bitch abt it here. people might sometimes think that i anger easily, and hmm, yes i might actually get pretty mad, but it won't last too long. give me an hour or so and i should be right as rain. i'd like to think i seldom get mad, except if the subject in contention is pretty important to me, and rather close to my heart. and really, wat matters to an airhead that much anyway?

think i shall go knock my head against the wall or something. or maybe some chocs will do just fine.

had a little chit-chat with someone on msn. apparently, this person got a blog up too, and the reason was...
dum.... *drumroll*... ME! haha so my words made someone actually do something? maybe i should join politics.

off to shoot some hoops. muz burn some calories before the reunion dinner. cant let lualua make a laughingstock out of me!

pim pom da dum

Qn: wat did Leong do over the weekend?

a) duking it out on the hardtop with ballers
b) going on a mad shopping spree
c) frolicking on the beach with some babe ala Baywatch

if ur answer is any of the above, u must have been with me in my dreams. hmm, come to think of it, the last time i went to the beach was eons ago.

yup, another weekend burnt by the SAF. 3rd week straight! made me miss the weekly nba games yet again. double header somemore! this time i didn't scrub the walls. nor did i clear the drains. i cleaned the locker room, and wat a mess it was. a pigsty would have been neater. at least it'd be uniformly drenched in mud. dirty socks, muddy socks, bits and pieces of rubbish, u name it. the amount of dust inside would make u blanch and turn green sia. an asthmatic would be floored upon 1 whiff of Parfum de Locker.

and ya, i ate non-stop too.

got to know this guy thru peddling my wares. turns out he's an aspiring DJ, studying music tech. i knw next to nothing abt this, so i asked him a little and stuff. a little more stuff in the empty space up there wun hurt, right? hmm so big beats = Fatboy, breakbeats = Tony Tay@ phuture, whoever that is, and downtempo = ... i forgot!

respected him, as he's doing wat he likes. u go dude! i still wanna be in a ball team!!

never wasn't into that music la, all that pim pim pom pim pom. never much of a clubber too, as my mates will attest to with gumption. i'd go still, but just to tag along. me and ruijing = perfect combo. together we are the super wallflowers! by our powers combined! we'd sit/stand in some corner and watch everybody jumping around. occasionally, under a considerable amount of arm wringing, we'd do wat we think qualifies as dancing. i've got 2 left feet, and i prolly look like an overweight hippo trying to scratch an insatiable itch in some unreachable part of his back.

hmm, sunday afternoon, and everybody's out. wat can i do? no1 to ball with me. think im going to finish that overdue book. with a big mug of coffee and junk food.

burp.

crumbling knees

ah the week's almost over! seemed like the whole week's been rolled up into a riceball the size of a watermelon, with fillings of nuts and bolts and stuffed into my not-exactly-petite mouth.

prolly will be heading back to my old school tomorrow. NYP, short for Nanyang Polytechnic, where i bummed around for 3 years. wonder how the place has become. remembered how me and my bunch would take up empty tutorial rooms and just do more of wat im best at. Bumming, with a capital B.

course wasn't wat you'd term glamorous. mechatronics engineering, where people learn how to do even more math, more than they prolly ever really need to know, and connect red and blue wires to various orifices in swiss cheese boards and hope nothing blows up. applies to me at least. where we observe funny curvy graphs and realise how a x 749b = gch/dft with a great bellow of Eureeka!!

the female population didn't really number in the hundreds too. there were all of like 9 or so girls in the whole lecture theater. 3 burmese, 4 indians, 5 golden rings! think there were 2-3 chinese locals, and boy! they prolly felt like they were divas!

the knee's not in the pink of health of late. oftentimes, i'd be ambling around perfectly fine, den my left knee would suddenly buckle and give out from under me.

i'd go from:

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to:

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aiyoh... how to walk around like that? how to act cool?? maybe i can immediately go into

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and pretend im auditioning for the lead part in saturday night fever?

hope it gets betta soon tho, or i wun be able to ball like i used to anymore.

hello?

back from guard duty again. didn't lose anythin this time round, cos i still dun have a phone! gotta head down to plaza singapura one of these days to get a replacement SIM card, which is gonna cost 30 odd bucks, since its the 2nd time i lost the phone. this very nice chirpy voice at the other end of 1633 told me that since its not the 1st time for my number, i've got to shell out the dough for the new card. hmm but why? didn't a new subscription qualify as a new number? apparently no. oh well.

realised the handiness of the handphone. past few days, i've been walking around with a handful of coins. and looking for phone booths to make calls. and no more smses! wonder how all of us managed a few years ago when we all used payphones, and the pinnacle of sophistication was the very snazzy motorola memojazz pager which came in bright colors like neon yellow and white.

met up with sher and yong on sunday. sher is still... sher. self-absorbed, though to a much lesser extent. good for him! we were supposed to attend this ntu talk abt the courses they held, but we were late, so all we got were a handful of phamphlets. just tagged along, since my nondescript grades would prolly never cut it. just might try anyway though, even if im not exactly fascinated with the idea of toiling away at math/physics for another 3 long years.

if i had my way, i'd be earning my keep as a baller, but that's not gonna happen. not in a gazillion light years, so perish the thought lol. unless my legs grow an extra 20cm overnight, which is not going to happen in a gazillion katrillion light years.

off to ball! c'mon, dun rain please!