Opposites.

OH screw safari! Driving to work has always been a pain with the Adam rd stretch bottlenecking. A moving jam i would tell my father. Which is entirely contradictory as a jam means all cars are stuck with no hope of moving for every 5 mins. *Think Johore causeway*. Maybe i should change the term to *Snail express*.

Today office topic was on "We should make all girls serve Ns." Comments and suggestions were thrown about by the group's heated panelists which included 3 NSFs/1 Reservist/ 1 Female. Comments such as "They should be given a chance to EXPERIENCE NS." and "Don't stupid excuses like 'Childbirth is our NS!" were fired up. Overall, the disccusion was fairly one-sided with the female panelist smiling and laughing at the crude and chauvinistic suggestions. "But they have their monthly pains!" "Then can modify the BMT what!" Came the swift rebuttal. With that concluded, the topic was left as lunch time beckoned.

Regarding the age-old issue of "should girls serve NS?", and that meaning the complusory 2years and not signing on, i believe the existing system works fine as it is. After all, this issue goes way back to the 1960s since NS was introduced! Then again, whenever there are female sign-ons doing BMT. I am sure they feel like zoo exhibits when they were surrounded young, horny and desperate recruits trying to catch a glimpse of that bosum or legs that slide out of the black PT shorts. But kudos to the group of girls that were around during my BMT. They completed the damn 24klick with the chaps! lol.

The 'SAFO'(Serve And F*** Off) mentality exists in every batch of new 'chao' recruits while there are others that really believe in the SAF 7 core values. But NS really is an experience that nothing else can replace. Why? 'Because it is the SAF' *Sing-a-long tune*

There are only two kinds of people in this world; those who like to watch whales and those who prefer to eat them.

Apology.

I must apologize. The entries are coming in too slow i admit. It seems to reflect the situation at work. Where stories are coming in too slow for my editor. Next in the waiting list are graphic artists who have to wait for the text/story to fit in the current layout. Two words to sum up everything. "Free-time".
Which isnt bad really. Just that when the text/story comes in, everybody will be looking at the graphic artists to finish the magazine for deadline Hey. It isnt all play and no work. Just lots of play and Hi-pressured fast work.
Just as well. Judging from all the reactions i get about my posting, i dont really expect any form of respect anyway. After all, i am serving my country.

In a really warped, slack, relaxed way. Now thats the RIGHT way of serving your country. With my rifle and my buddy and MEeeEE!

Reality.

***QUESTION***

I happen to get two best female friends. How do I
choose one?

>>>MY COMMENTS:

Pick the one with the most money.

Tremor.

Omg. I just felt the tremor. Did you guys feel it?
I just felt my chair move left to right while on my computer. Here i was thinking, "Eh? I am not shaking what. *looks down at legs* Shit. Tremor." It only lasted for a few seconds though. Scary enough. Just like throwing the grenade or being in the Discovery Centre Disaster Room.
I just pray for the poor souls at ground zero.

Birth-day.

Happy birthday you sexy thing.

Vigor.

Post Cny! All that moolah has been led off to the correct directions intended. To the Bank of course. For future use. >.<

The big day tml. The day when i can do stuff freely. Like giving away kidney freely. Or buying COE. Scrawling name on slip of paper at ROM. Liable to hang for hit and run case. Screwing around. Buying Bayshore bachelor pad. Driving around. Filming on movie set. Flaunting platinum card. Insurance. Bungee Jumping. Walking down Sundance red carpet. Backpacking. More screwing around. Making 100k. Studying. Windsurfing. Pottery. Continuing violin studies. Having the same great girl. Looking back.

Growl. I feel and sound old.

New year.

The halls were decked in red.
I breathe in smoke when i am in bed.
It can't be too late.
But my mum sees through the bait.
As i am grudgingly rising.
I smell the new year spicing!

Equilibrium.

Omg. Equilibrium is shown on Chn5 at 7.30 tml evening.
Enjoy. And try not to knock that drink over while you are laughing uncontrollably and violently.
My thoughts abt the show?
*The most ah beng slang: Idea sia!*.

Euphoria.

Whoo.
Singapore is done.
And we are number one.
Vdae is coming.
And i am already shaking.
So lets get moving.
For i will be driving.

Wedding dinners are grand and dandy!

Livid.

To say i am pissed is an understatement. Instead, there is a feeling that is surging within me. It makes me do things like i normally wouldnt do. Like kicking down dustbins and flinging things around. Makes you semi super-human. Dont ask why.
On the otherhand, listening to worship songs quells the feeling. A little bit.