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got to this page frm a link.

You Are Turkey and Gravy Soda

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gobble gobble. haha.

did a few more. quite a hoot, these things.

water water

water water everywhere. everywhere when its not needed. nowhere to be seen when some would be much appreciated. like during work.

now i cant ball, and i'll just have to satisfy myself with food.

welcome to the family mr T-mac 3.5. too bad i cant test u out right now. maybe later when the sky's cleared up. hope ur halfway near as decent as yr predecessor, the oh-so-shiok shox BB4. it'd be good if u can outlast him too.

Ed's having it pretty tough in OCS. but he'll prolly come out none the worst for wear. quite a tough cookie, ed, if he's interested enough in something. one of the most motivated guys during our pole vaulting days.

at times, i wonder wat it'd be like if i ended up in OCS.

im not braggin. nope, not at all, but i reckon i do stand a sizeable chance at least if i'd wanted to be a cadet. now, its not like i was some outstanding recruit or something. it's more to do with the fact that in my section at the very least, almost all of us wouldn't wanna touch OCS with a 8-mile pole. wrong use of words maybe, but u get the drift.

all had their own reasons. i just wanted more time for hoops, and truth be told, i didn't like the heat associated with the infantry. im not too enamoured of the idea of sweating a liter a minute togged out in long 4.

u go dude! chiong sua ah!

while i wait for the clouds to clear. and find more stuff to eat meanwhile.

meat or poison?

where oh where can the subaru be?
guard off took u away frm me
u've gone home 1st so i've gotta crawl up
so im all tired when i reach the base

the sweat i produce whenever i walk up the dastardly hill is beyond belief.
"Siimplyyy amaaziing..."
at the end of the trek there's probably a river of sweat startin from the apex snaking all the way down to the foot of Mt Toranto.

disgusting, for sure.
but im not known to be the coolest of dudes.
dud, more likely.

just the other night, we were all gathered in the crew room, waiting for the whirligigs to land, and there was this chinese variety program playin on the idiot box. i commented that the hostess, this one michelle chong, was absolutely cute. rather loudly i might add.

"sure bo?!"
"eh u ki siao ah?"
"u baht jiu ta stamp ah?"

my animated but feeble defence provided a nanosecond of resistance against the army of naysayers.

case-study #2: my red gregory pouch. regarded with disdain and green faces wherever it goes. it has the special medusa effect of makin any1 who casts so much a stray solitary glance at it to go eww... however, as a direct result of my strong defence, it is now known as the 'prettiest red pouch' in all of sembawang airbase.

case-study #3: this pair of shoes that goes by the rather weird moniker of the curry dunk. not a single one in my workplace finds it appealing. most find it gross.

maybe i'll post some pics, just to see what others think. wat readers there might be here. i sometimes wonder who reads all this bull?

maybe i've got bad taste. just as well i guess. hopefully all the stuff i like will be left untouched so i can get them when they are 50% off.

but michelle chong is still cute! no buts abt it!

dum dum di dum

yet another sunday spent doing zilch. pretty fine with that i suppose, since i've got two patties of blisters for feet.

im the worst navigator in the whole of singapore i reckon. met up with a mate yesterday, but he called to say he'd be 2hrs late so i pretty much ambled aimlessly all over the place. when the time came, well, suffice it to say that i had a wee spot of problem gettin to our destination.

when will the exams at NTU or NUS ever end? all my hoop kakis are totally fried mugging for their papers and im all by my lonesome self. all because of some foolscap paper which need to be filled with endless equations which makes absolutely no sense to me. which just goes to show wat a no-life i am.

RIP my trusty Shox BB4. u were a reliable fellow, saving a certain pig frm quite a few ankle sprains. too bad u didn't last too long. it was a rather short life u led in fact, all of 5 months. oh well hope ur happy in shoe heaven.

played ball with weijie a few days ago at boon lay cc. abit humdrum, shooting around, till a guy frm the bunch playin opposite asked us for a pickup game, together with the other 2 guys shootin arnd our side of the court. it was then that mr BB4 met his sorry demise. played most of the night sans shoes, which explained the blisters.

how in the amazing world can people play hoops, or footie, or any other sport for that matter, without footwear? im utterly confounded why the above mentioned people dun develop permanent lifelong cases of footis blisteratis.

please, if ur a scrub, at least behave like a scrub. dun go shooting your mouth off and behave like like ur some superstar on a maxed-out payroll. and stop the jawing and yakking already. u'd be way better off concentrating and focussing yr attention on gettin yr shot to fall instead. i mean, its perfectly fine to be beat. or in yr case, ho hardy hoho. its not like i haven't been walloped badly before.

once upon a time...

ah john was on his way to work. it so happened that the ferry service not available that particular day, so he had to make the journey the long and cumbersome way of switching 3 different buses.

ah john took bus #1 and went about his way, hopping over to bus #2 at the right stop. complaining to no1 in particular abt wat dreary shit might be waiting in store for him at the workplace, he climbed onto bus #3 and settled into a seat by the window.

because of the draggy ride ahead, ah john tried to while away the time by flipping the pages of this particular stale excuse of a FBI book. somewhere along the way, he was distracted by the shadows of the trees bumping past him. he looked up and found himself to be in unfamiliar territory. thinkin that he got on the wrong bus, he hastily alighted and went over to the other side of the road to get back to the bus-stop, and to get on the correct bus.

he got his way and made the return journey.

it was only into the 2nd stop on the return joruney when ah john realised that the bus he had alighted frm earlier on was the correct 1 afterall.

conclusion: ah john is a blur cock, and a fat one at that.

Left, 2, 3, 4 Right 2, 3, 4

another serving of guard duty. same old, same old. if my squinty 500 degree eyes serve me well enough, im due for duty on wed and fri too. in the words of choy in his super deep baritone voice, "siimmplyy amaazing..."

finaly finished a book, some tale of some FBI nonsense. i dun even remember the title now, tho its in no part at all the author's fault. more to do with my grey matter, which is only good for reminding me when my stomach's 3/4 empty. prolly oso cos i dun dig these complicated intellectual warfare stuff. good thing abt it was i always managed to fall asleep before i've flipped 10 pages.

the people in the library are marvellous. "siimmplyy amaazing..." they can rotate their eyes till they are perpendicular to the floor. either that, or they can read book titles which are angled 90 degrees. either way, im the only one who has to tilt his neck, shortly followed by the body. prolly look like im warming up for a jog.

this eyeball rotating is definitely a skill i must master, so i can fold my arms coolly in future. that, and avoiding flying elbows.

yada yada

no subaru ferry again today, so its another long walk up the hill again. and as i plodded up the gravelly road, i couldn't help but notice the little cliques of middle-aged men, some with their wives in tow, scattered all over the green like the sesame seeds on my hum jim bang.

and their attire. just about all of dem were clad in long-sleeved polos and chinos, shining sparkling Rolexes optional.

what in the world are they thinking?? its a flaming 30-dunno-wat-degrees celsius and there they are, all ho-ho-ing guffawing away, merrily whacking a little dimpled ball 50 metres into the air, afterwhich proceeding to squint and track the trajectory of said little ball. and in long-sleeved shirts??

i'd much rather spend the time in a pool. or in a air-conditioned room.

yep, i dun quite fancy golf. of course ppl might say "wats so fun about heaving a ball through a hoop that's 3 metres up?" i'll prolly have no substantial answer. to each his own i guess.

putting's quite fun actually. whiled away the time as a golf sales guy(me? lol) 'putting' the ball thru the nook between 2 boxes. beat my 'mentor' eventually who then said that putting is a whole different kettle of fish on the green. "arms cannot flex!!"

watched Hostage with sher awhile back. not abs-fanatic sher in the links, but roly-poly sher/sherwyn.
well, bang bang boom and kaboom. wanted to watch this anime Howl's Moving Castle or Robots actually, but he was dead set against the idea. would rather watch Son of the mask? oh well, some other day i guess.

and yada yada yada... y'all can wake up now.

walk walk walk your legs

walk walk walk your legs
slowly up the hill
slowly steadily tiredly
hill's a tad too steep

bumming arnd in the crew room, on my 3rd consecutive guard duty.

didn't get to enjoy the very convenient, very free ferry services of GL's much vaunted/talked abt/souped up/immortalised blue Subaru, which came complete with a fist-sized dent on the roof, scratches on the front bumper, cracked windscreen and Old Chang Kee curry puff crumbs hidden in the wedge of space between the seat and the back of the seats. no choice but to make my own way up.

u knw the old chinese adage? directly translated, it means "heart quiet naturally cool"

took its advice; old men's words cant be lies right? and so i treaded slowly up the incline, determined not to break out into a sweat. why slowly? cos it says heart quiet; i figured sprinting wouldn't make my heart beat any slower, and anyway quiet ma, right?

'heart quiet' conjures up in my brain images of some wizened old Zen master meditating and contemplating the ways of the world on a tatami mat, while sipping some japanese green tea. or maybe eminem-posing-as-moby in a tracksuit in a similar position on a similar mat.

one third of the way up: moving very slowly, trees providing much needed respite frm the unfriendly sun most of the way, light breeze blowing. actually enjoying it!

2nd third: same pace, lesser foliage, same wind. still feelin pretty ok. those old men sure know their stuff.

final third: i have concluded that "heart quiet naturally cool" is but a load of hogwash.