kitty power

ended lasted week banged up, its wed only and im already diced.
nicks and scratches all over, im a sight for sore eyes.

i think im turning into one big slab of prime meat, waiting to be sliced and packed into nice little styrofoam trays and packed into the cold section of NTUC. or a scratching post. seems like i've been playing against giant kitties past few days. not a session goes by without my feeling the smarting of yet another nick when sweat seeps into it.

i have decided that i will wear a football helmet from now on. maybe a long sleeved tee as well. armor. maybe a katana blade too. and some shuriken as an afterthought.

next few days are gonna be a drag. non-stop guard duty for the rest of the week. seems like im the go-to guy whenever someone needs cover.

prolly gonna spend the time stuffing myself.

sat sat sat

sat sat sat
rain rain rain
bane of me
pain in ass

sure hope it doesn't rain again tmr, especially over bishan.

did absolutely nothing yesterday. zero, nada, zilch. moped around at home, sitting in front of the com a while, den the idiot box for yet another while. couldn't take it in the end and went to the neighborhood mall. didn't know the library was closed on a public holiday. milling around, shuffling about, taken aback by the throngs of people.

u knw how in some movies, the guy would be zombie-walking while every1 else pushes and hurries past him, all the voices and noises of the day garbled into one messy soundscape?

most days, it'd be off to work, try to rush home to see if some hoops can be squeezed in. come back, overeat, sleep. repeat as desired.

the long break's not doing the airhead any good. nothing much to do, mood-o-meter steadily dropping. feeling weird and kinda empty.

"knock knock"
"who's there?"
"........."

weather forecast: gray, overcast, with big fat black clouds of uncertainty overhanging.

hmm... in the anime world, the guys alwas look cool with scars. Kenshi with his nicely placed X on his cheek, Squall with his running across his face.

but in the real world, where got?? i look positively like crap with that little scar on my mouth.

thought of ed. wonder how he's faring in ocs. u go dude. just lend me your soccer boots.

dum dum di dum

dum da dum da dum...

(funeral march?)

this tune, or rather, sequence of notes wud always play whenever bugs bunny was being forced to walk the plank by elmo fudd, or risk having his wabitty fwace covered by a layer of soot. loath to call it a tune, cos to me, a tune is a tune is a tune. somethin pleasant, like the light airy jingles of wind chimes, or the sizzle of sunny-side-up/hor bao eggs on a oily frying pan. most def not dum dum di dum.

however, that was exactly wat was playing in my mind player earlier today. i'd just finished a tiresome job, and i was happily stuffing myself with 2 servings of tao suan, when lunch was barely 2 hours ago. lualua had to stand by our table with this cocky smirk. or was i the only 1 who perceived it to be a smirk? lol anw, the 1st thing he said was

"eh wo 63 kg nia lor"

jaw dropping news, for sure. im officially the fattest, heaviest technician in my batch, as of 23rd April, 2005, 3.50pm.

accompanied ed for a spot of shopping for his course on sunday after hoops. OCS sial! now he's gonna be an officer!

he had to get some new black dress shoes, belt, toiletries etc... so worm and me and ed met up at junction 8. was absolutely appalled by the crew at Bata. we wanted a sz 9.5, but the bumbling fool had to bring a pair of 6.5. if it was a mix-up between 6 and 9, it'd be alright, but there's a .5 beside right? but that wasn't the point; in fact it was kinda funny. this fella actually gave us the evil eye when we wanted to try on the proper size. its your screw-up and u gave us the evil eye? left the place. hmm... i dun recall me doing that when i was peddling shoes at world of sports.

had quite a bit of fun shopping at the supermart for his toiletries. comparing prices, products like ah sohs. or maybe i was the only 1 doing that. reading the descriptions on the backs. gosh, they all praise their wares to the high heavens but one does wonder if it really walks the talk.

"eh ze ge more wu hua! bigger!"

yup, im a cheapskate.

ooomphf

the week's over, the big show's over, everyone can let loose the breath they've been holding all week. it's been a long week at work, no more of such stuff hopefully. all in all a pretty good job, methinks. no ground breaking issue to me either way.

ended the week pretty banged up. scratches all over. played hoops with worm on wed at NTU, against a bunch of chinese(read, from china). we've played them so many times, we're kinda casual acquaintances. one of them was this uncle. quite buffed up for a 30-ish dude, i must say. rather tall, arnd 1.8 i guess, so u can pretty much guess his style of play. Power play, banging around in the paint.

didn't know how the heck i ended up guarding him. prolly cos im always tryin to bite off more than i can chew. tot i did a pretty decent job. till i received a Lvl 99 Nine-Star Spinning Heavenly Crushing elbow frm the great master of the Bear Sect. one moment he was backin me down, the next i was standin aside holding my lip.

didn't really hurt, tho blood was on free flow. continued playing, and even had chendol and cheng tng later. but wat i saw when i got home really sucked big-time. in most cases the lip wud be cut on the inside, so u pretty much left it to heal on its own, in its own time. but for some reason, the cut was on the area-between-the-lip-and-nose. rather deep too; a piece of loose meat/flesh flapping limply. there was this hole that bubbled when i let out my breath thru my mouth too.

sure hope it doesn't scar too badly.

saw something that tickled me a few days ago on the train. i was standing in front of this caucasian father, and i kinda noticed his shirt 1st. he had on this tee with a profile shot of Elvis. nothing much, tho i did find wearing cowboy boots a tad queer. my head then travelled up his potbelly, den i noticed his face. he was lookin at something to his right, which was where elvis was lookin too. den it just struck me how similar they looked. the same deep set eyes, pert chin, long sideburns, even the super brylcreemed kali pok head of hair! wished i had a cam phone or something with me den lol.

1 o'clock, 2 0'clock 3 o'clock rock!

bounce

"nah na nanana, nanana,
bounce baby bounce baby..."

frm one of edison chen's tunes. hmm he really is a very good looking chap, but i doubt he will win the Best Male Artiste award anytime soon. tune just got into my head cos of wat im going to blog abt.

anyway, i got to ball on sunday! i'd called eng and his crew earlier in the day on sat, and he told me they couldn't make it. they'd spent the whole of sat painting some mural for their CCA, and they prolly need some rest to recharge. but later that night, he told me to get my ass to the grounds come sunday.

when: sunday morning
where: ball court beside 7-11, bishan, near guangyang sec

when i got there, almost the whole bunch were there.
eng, quek, JT, yk, xiqian, andy, yiqi, howard, ah gu, shengwei

they told me that it was a "welcome back to SG" match. had a whale of a time. was winded after 3 rounds, guess i need to get in shape. work on my shooting, since they're all collapsing in on me.

heck, its not like im playing for a pro team or anything. no1 would give a hoot even if im shootin the lights out like stojakovic.

and i got rim! after i hurt my knee, i wasn't able to get up as much as i was able to, but the knee was feeling pretty fine, and i had a go at it. got part of my fingers above, and boy, was i elated. Cloud #99! i mmediately began entertaining thoughts that one day, i might just be able to dunk.

but the familiar throbbing ache was back today when i woke up, so that put paid to any silly ideas.

was quite touched that they all made the effort. 10 undergrads no less, all taking some time out just to make me happy.

wanted to hug dem all sia, but restrained myself. 12 stinky guys in a mass group hug like the teletubbies wouldn't look too good. alright, i wun hug them all even if i was clean and all la, but i was that happy. shook all of their hands afterwards in a very, very serious thank you ceremony for their much-appreciated attendance of the "Leong testimonial game day". lol

now, if any of u guys are into ball, get yr crew down on sunday morning will ya? the court's getting kinda empty.

sat blues

last few days have been pretty hectic. clockin near 12 hour days in the squadron, preparing for the big show next week. its gonna be star search in camp next week; everyone putting on their best front. setting all the paperwork straight, all the inventory like spanners, screwdrivers, toilet paper, accounted for.

quite a tough job, especially if not enough thought have been given to said items since the last big show. oh, why subject a bum to all these, and right after a brunei trip??

didn't do anything yesterday after work. no1 to hoop with. wanted to watch the game between the Heat and the Wolves, but i relinquished control of the remote to sis, who wanted to watch, of all things, survivor. cant watch it on the other idiot box, as the recption's crap. i had so wanted to watch dwayne and garnett. their games are nice to watch. versatile, unselfish, big-time.

good big bro huh? actually it was more due to her very high pitched caterwauling than me being saintly. but why survivor?? its already in its dunno-wat series now, and in some far flung location i have never heard of, and i haven't watched a single episode from head to tail. maybe next year it'll be survivor: antartica and they'll be shod in big rugs, and fishing in small holes cut out of the ground. or Singapore, where they will all be in singlets and rushing from one shaded area to another, and be armed with 20 liter Camelbaks while downin sambal sauce as a immunity challenge.

nothin much to do later, prolly gonna meet up with my poly mates. tag along with sher, who wants to visit the the IT exhibition, and yong, who wants to play this new racing game at the arcade. i was a King of Fighters nut back in my sec school days. i'd even forgo practice just to spend more tokens wiggling the joystick around in some intricate sequence, while mashin the buttons. maybe if i had spent more time on practice, i just might have gotten more than the lousy bronze. was quite a good player at KoF, but never an expert, cos i can only attack, and suck at defending. im still a fan, but not as fanatical anymore.

and i want my char kway tiao!

no one's free to ball with me tomorrow... everyone's got something to do...

gentlemen, pls get your luggage

after wat seemed like forever, but in reality was just 22 days, im finally back in the little red dot of singapore again. after a mindnumbing, butt jarring 3 hr flight in a rattling kooky military plane. even the great Leong cant stone for 3 hours straight.

jalan aman camp is a weird place. while im here, i'd be thinkin that maybe it wudn't be that bad. afterall, which camp has aircon bunks? but den the moment i step into the crummy C130, i'd be marking the days already.

thankfully, all my trips there have been with a bunch of my mates. i cant imagine for the life of me wat it'd be like to spend weeks abroad with ppl i dun know that well.

porky aka pork chop was still at his irritating best. deep deep down inside his bulging belly, which surprisingly can still wade into a pair of W29 levis, he's a nice guy la. quite thoughtful, which is more than i can say of some other people. but pls, stop prodding my just-out-of-the-bath body with your dirty feet with overgrown yellowed nails. ta buleh tahan sia. and we are both 3-in-1/nescafe coffee fiends! comrade!

LL, loverboy of the detachment. using up countless payless cards to call his most significant other. payless cards are global calling cards for the uninitiated. payless doesn't mean u call for free to whoever in wherever. just a neat advertising gimmick i guess. maybe a space between pay and less wud sound more appropriate? i have officially beaten him in the eating department. girth department soon to follow.

think i like living together with my mates. doing stuff together. eating, cooking, gossiping, living. talking away into the wee hours of the night. joking abt watever lame stuff 6 bored-out-of-their-good-senses guys can come up with.

living in a big community, with 10 or so people, 24/7, u get to see some stuff. sides of people i'd never seen before.

and i still cant play a passable game of soccer.