marie france bodyline

there are people out there who are like walking chopsticks, who wail and complain and beat their bony fists on the table that they can never seem to put on weight. however hard they might try, all attempts prove futile.

and then there are people who just like to eat, who are slightly conscious abt their weight, but still end up stuffing themselves. people who wail and complain while clearing everything off the table while others are banging their fists.

to those who fall in group A, here's a diet plan. have 4 slices of pizza and half a loaf of garlic bread at midnight. wash it all down with 350ml of chocolate milk, so u can sleep easier. the next day, have junk food for dinner, den enjoy a sundae at any ice-cream joint. just remember not to order those that have cherries in them, cos they just taste like preserved plums gone bad.

group B personnel : suck it up and ignore all thoughts of makan. serving less duties would be a pretty fine idea as well.

tay removed the operator logo for me awhile back too. woot now i can admire the wallpaper in all its beauty.

1.50 a pop

May 27... great singapore sale!! prolly means even more people among the already formidable throngs clogging Orchard Road. nothin much that i realy realy need i guess, tho i definitely wudn't mind a 576, or a airmax lol.

went bowling today. added another skill to my already rather long list of credentials. the latest one being gutter-boy. i got a spectacular, stupendous and watever-word-u-can-think-of score of 67. i believe that is a orchid country club record for lowest score ever since the 1st guy rolled a 11 pound ball down the lane.

donations have gone a long way since i was in secondary school. we used to walk around holding tin cans with little round stickers they call flags, accepting watever small change passerbys can spare.

now, for a good cause, we can actually get something in return. in return for parting with 5 or ten dollars, u get to keep a toy gun, or a set of coasters, or a little booklet of coupons, among various assorted knickknacks. for the most part, whenever i get accosted by these individuals, who all proclaim they're doin their bit for charity, i've donated. not everytime, but mostly.

anyway, just the other day, this dainty dame (i rhyme!) skipped over and started with her pitch. yada yada, and i asked her for which cause i might be supporting this time round. i always do that. heh i mean, u gotta know wat ur supporting right? get your money's worth wat. she showed, or rather flashed this poster abt this particular kids' organisation. while fishing for my wallet, i wondered: of the 5 dollars, how much of a cut are the kids getting? i read the small print and was a tad stunned. peeved too.

a measly 30%. so that means for that 5 dollars, only a grand 150 cents go to the kids? so how abt the remainin $3.50? administrative charges like the telco did for NKF, which happened to be like 10% if i recall correctly? felt that the telco shudn't have charged for each call back then, but its a pittance when compared to the jawdropping figure. pestered the person a little, who could only offer a meek smile.

im not gonna donate to these fellas ever again.

im gonna spend my 5 dollars callin into the NKF donation hotline. when it's michelle chong's turn to repeat the number. 1900-112-6868 heh. i've never called in, all this while.

imperial march

that the title of the star wars tune? not too sure realy. just released awhile ago, replete with lightsaber duels and darting spaceships with rayguns that shoot red and blue beams. and a walking tin can from the cast of wizard of oz, and a bleating vitamin bottle that scoots about. gotta admit, i havent watched a single episode of star wars. nada. none out of the original trilogy, and i score a big fat 0 out of three for the prequels as well.

i cant make out for the life of me what it is about star wars that makes it so appealing. that makes otherwise normal middle aged office workers go absolutely bonkers, tripping over their own words trying to spread their obsession.

im thinkin of catchin episode 3, but it just seems wrong and out of place to do so, without having watched the other episodes at least 50 times over. wud wanna watch dem all, just to see wat i might've been missing, but i think its gonna be quite a chore to get copies.

watch the original trilogy, den the other.

on the one hand, logic dictates that i should work my way thru the original trio before gettin to the new threesome, no? but on the other, the new 3-parter is a prequel, so i should sensibly watch episode 1-3, before i start the OG right? afterall, wat fun would it be to watch a movie when u already know wats gonna happen next?

then again, i've re-watched The Replacements quite a few times over, despite me knowing the ending beforehand, so well i dunno. shit im contradicting myself.

the bootleg VCD's getting a little jumpy too. if anyone wants to watch it, let me know. spread the love ya haha.

caught Coach Carter sometime ago. quite a neat flick, didn't hurt that the story revolves around hoops. liked the afro-ed white guy, who bears a semblance to allen iverson imo. he had a solo speech somewhere into the show, abt wat one's deepest fear might be. think a portion of it is written on the wall inside some shop too, so i guess it has to be a quote or something.

bulls eye

sheesh. just got informed by the higher-ups that i wun be goin to brunei for sure next month. it might have been a cause for celebration a few months ago, but i'd actually been looking forward to this trip. it was supposed to be our last trip together, me and my mates, before we ORD. spend some time together. shit i bet that sounded gay.

only ravi and this certain someone, who were both besotted with their partners wanted out.

save some moolah too, for that airmax heh.

the dates for the safsa crap clashed with the brunei detachment, and so i was taken , forcibly so if i may add, off the list.

all because of the terribly impressive ethics of some gold barred personnel. who absolutely refused to even try. i mean, how difficult would it be to replace a name n NRIC? i've even got a handful of very enthusiastic people who would readily take my place.

"to lead, to excel, to overcome"
"to arrow, to act, to siam"

and its gonna be the mother of all track events, the century sprint, that im slated to participate in. plain three-tonner load of crap. i'll just be waddling along while everyone absolutely whizzes past.

lovely.

gonna see if i can borrow some spikes. maybe ed, if he still has dem. not that they'd be of much help lol.

lala

its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring.

lame, i know, but it just popped up in my head. hmm, would it continue thru the day, and into the night?

wonder how ed's doin in OCS. he's in arguably the toughest wing, so its a rather rough ride, but hey what doesn't kill u, only makes u stronger. i hope. actually there's a kind of perverse satisfaction/kick u get out of being in the most demanding, most exacting section. bragging rights aside, u kinda get a tad puffed up when u know for yourself that u got the worst of dem all, and come out whole.

like when ur running around like fools with yr mates in full battle order, when the other recruits/cadets are sitting back, faces awash with relief while ur grimacing and battling away, u also feel a distinct air of exultance.

sure, i can bitch like the best of them, but at the end of it, u do feel rather good about yourself. it was a rather tough company i went to, but i must say, for the most part, i enjoyed the journey. had nice section mates, which made all the difference i reckon. shit im gonna stop now, lest i start gushin and write a whole lot more.

ed's got the same problematic knees as me, but he's holding up pretty well so far i gather. u go, dude!

moonlighted as a GRO yesterday. visited this quaint little joint in somerset with my campmates. the singer's real good i must say. neat little chinstrap beard too. worked our way thru 4-5 baskets of chips lol. they were normal sized initially, but seeing how we finished them up, they got progressively bigger. listened to them belting out song after song after song for a few hours with my strawberry milk tea.

bummer

hmm... take a look at the followin picture.

now, isn't it such an object of beauty? looks like its in very well kept condition too, ain't it?

but...

alas, things aren't as rosy as they seem lol. the midsole's totally wasted, in so sorry a state its beyond repair.

funnily enough, the reason why they got into such a shambolic condition is not cos of daily thrashing, but of non-usage. the airbag apparently expands slowly over time if left on its own without any weight acting on it. this would in turn push against the sole, makin it crack, which would ultimately result in pic #2.

its still lying around the place, as i still cant quite bear to throw it out yet haha. i dun think i'll be able to get a replacement, as a brand new pair, besides it prolly goin for quite a song, wun be very feasible for the above mentioned reason. and while im not averse to getting 2nd hand pairs, all i've seen so far on ebay are pretty mucked up.

and so i say bye bye to the shoes that jordan wore while makin "The Shot" part 1 against the Cleveland Cavaliers.

burp

seems like half the time i make any new posts, its the off day after guard duty. so when u see 3 posts here in a week, u know wat a garang technician went through. yup we're so very dutiful, not lazy at all. k, not that lazy. just so u know, mucho, lotso eatin is involved. mucho, lotso. hoho.

had lunch at seoul garden with my mates sometime last week. them, and their hall mates. i've come to know them too, due to the inordinate amount of time i spend at my mates' bunk. had a good time. i mean, wats there not to like? unlimited food + friends + unlimited food= shiok rollicking good fun. pity the chicken wings were meant for the dinner crowd.

i think i was champion eater too. staved off the valiant, but ultimately futile challenge put up by Da Xia. so much trash talk, but can u walk the talk? no sirree, ur but chump change to the heaviest 20th batch technician!

though most would beg to differ, i do happen to like seoul garden. as sherwyn said," where got nice? no um-bi-yawnz lor. u poly liao still wanna go seoul garden ah?" somemore speak french to a french dropout with an alltime low of 2? or was it 5?

i just like the idea of a bunch of people sittin around, spewing watever crap that comes to their minds and out of their gap. just no half chewed sze chuan beef please. that alone is my sole, exclusive propriety. or worm's.

hmm wat to do? bobian, im no haughty, hoity toity dude leh. more a raw, uncouth cheena piang. totally unlike my sophisticated sis who dines at equinox, which i think is some fancy joint at the top of raffles city. and wins some raffle lucky draw thingy in the process.

with ornate bad taste too. i'd happily trotted out in my new sneaks, only for them to ask why i was wearing school shoes. oh well. or maybe i shudn't have worn them with shorts?

SAF

woohoohoo... the exams are finally over! erm, not for me, for my mates at ntu actually. but it was almost as much a bummer for me as it were for them. no kaki = no hoop time = lonesome me = food + food, which ultimately equates to fat.

2nd day of a super long break frm thurs thru sunday. shiok! much needed respite from back to back to back duty.

SAF, short for Singapore Armed Forces. to most males, an acronym for Serve And **** off.
if u ask me, it also means Shoot Arrow First.
or Shoot Arrow Freely at Lim TL.

apparently, i got 'selected' to run at some Safsa crap. which is just pure, 100% unadulterated, double brewed bollocks. cant even unselect myself.

a wheezing, huffing has-been(nono, make that a never-was) gettin creamed by lean mean speedy gonzaleses.

i've been tellin the people up there that i wan to hoop, at any level, but i've nv got any airtime.

sheesh.

dan

they say good things come in pairs. well bad things come in packs of four.
back frm duty. 4th straight. gosh, ain't i supposed to be a lao jiao?

at least something good happened 2 days back tho. while i was zombie-ing home after buying some stuff at jurong point, i got a call from a number that kinda tugged at the edges of my memory, but yet always sidestepped neatly just as i was abt to go Eureeka.

turned out it was Daniel, my secondary sch classmate. i'd lost his number when my phone got filched awhile ago. i remember the numbers of those i call more often by heart, which is why i found the number a tad familiar. he'd called me only cos he saw me walkin around.

dan u bloody arse! its been almost 3 mths and u call me only cos u saw me. now wat if i wasn't walkin arnd JP! to think i made a feeble attempt at retreiving yr number by anyhow hum tamming 7 digits!

dan the dork/techie. with whom i spent countless evenings playing CS and sessions riding to jalan kayu for prata. with whom i prop up the rest of the class with our cellar dweller grades. who managed to convince me that a mountain bike is such a wonderful idea, even if i'd just got a brand spankin new schwinn BMX. who cajoled me to wipe out my entire life savings to get that 2nd hand cannondale. afterwhich u promptly scooted off to korea for a holiday with lincoln.

"eh thou leong, wanna go anot? korea very fun 1 leh!"

bloody chiku.

i think i shall add every single person i know to my friendster list or somethin. to prevent any more incidents of hum-tamming numbers. right now im just thankful that dan did call me afterall.