Sunday

music is my life

i found an amazing website www.pandora.com
for those music freaks. you type in a song/artist you like, you get music of a similar sound.

try typing 'innocente' by delerium
i found paper route. i like their song city trucks, tearing the house down. very chilled out music a lot like coldplay meets damien rice.

hence, i typed 'paper route'
i found junior boys. which incidentally sounds like royksopp. very chilled out rusty music. omg so royksopp.
i found the postal service. which is super royksopp.
i found lali puna chilled electro with rusty woman's voice

try typing 'die another day' by madonna
i found black box recorder. an instant liking to the sound of it. i like songs like andrew ridgley, number one, these are the things. very madonna, less arrogant lyrics. sexy dance jumpy music.
i found annie minogue very madonna but less pop as kylie minogue.
i found loquat. i like slow fast wait and see. amazing chill out music with a female lead.
i found cassie. hip hop chiou bu. didnt notice her till now. laid back att voice. female lead. i like women's voice. theraputic, not pervertic.
nouvelle

try typing '30 minutes' by tatu
i found pet shop boys

hence, i will buy the following
  1. black box recorder
  2. paper route
  3. loquat
i'm also glad i found ppl with the same taste of music as me. i'm glad i'm not alone in this world.


Saturday

music makes me come together


Tekong.
The joys of pain and the bond we gain.
As we look over one another’s habits and flaws
The craze in us all is excusable
United by heart, loving brotherly towards one another.

Music
Addicted like a drug abuser
Stuck like an amateur lover
Engulfs me
Enslaves my mind
Filters off all other sounds
It suits my mood and my mood suits my music
My bunk mates complain at my deafness
I start to get cut off from the world
Drowned deep in beats
Drunken in anthems
Only caring of the beauty and subtlety of sound
Hating to the core mainstream commercialized music.
Hating hit songs and erasing them from my mp3.
No one understands my precise taste for music.
I will listen to what I see as real music
Because it really heals my soul.
Brings me to another dimension
Clothes no longer interest me.
God is even further away.
The phone and friends are 2nd in mind.
I’m lost in the sound of music:
My anti-social device,
My mp3.

Trip to miss chan’s home today was nice. Her house wasn’t as arty as I expected but I expected the retro touch to her house. I enjoyed the presence of everyone there. Trip to orchard was lame. Chingay procession spoilt it all. We left the station seeing sr Nathan waving to bunch of tourists beside gurmit singh and flying Dutchman. We just walked on. Ended up buying 3 cds in nurudin’s store.

a level results in my take is scarying the hell out of me. i cant really make myself fully feel how useless it is to my career path. on the other hand if ever i do reasonably well, i will still do the same thing aka: art in nafa/la salle or NTU art media design or some overseas uni or go become some JC art teacher.

i've recently been fantasyzing on setting up a bar cum art gallery cum botique! yes! in my home. ambience of lush, good grooves, nice designed place where all friends can come and hang out. at the same time, i'll have this gallery you peeps can go buy and i would have a clothes section as well where my line of stuff would be sold.

Madonna, American Life $7.95 @Gramaphone
Don’t ask why I’m liking Madonna I don’t know why either. She does stuff like Janet Jackson. Even Robbie Williams is following in Rudebox. Her beats are cool. I like and not ashamed of saying so. My father hates her though.

Artful Dodger, It’s all about the stragglers $9.95 @Gramaphone
A mitch recommendation. Smooth band in which I also like now, heard their songs like think about me and re rewind and 24-7, but just didn’t note who did those songs till today. Very craig david meets dance.

Oh my Goodness. I need to begin to get my mind more organized now.

Delerium, the bast of $12.95 @Gramaphone
I bought it because of the innocente song they did. Some songs are nice but am not used to their organic cultural sound yet but I guess I should give it some hearing and it might catch my liking.
Gwen stefani’s sweet escape cd is great! I love it now. Hear it on repeat mode in tekong. I was wrong that it sucked.

Tuesday

music is my life

yesterday at vivo and far east, everything was closed except eateries and cd/book shops. mitch was right. me, reuben and ruiwen bought a number of cds. i got 5, reuben 4 and ruiwen erm 10. but it was worth my money, i dont know about them. i fell in love with mdonna. yes madonna... and her confessions on the dancefloor today i listen to it on repeat mode. justin timberlake just doesnt sound right for the type of music thus i didnt buy it. gwen stefani was going at $11.90, so i bought it but was not as nice s her 1st album. reuben and ruiwen bought some rock band boyband albums in which i just scratched my head at, but we like what we like and they like what they like so there. rockstar supernova's album was a huge let down as i didnt like their noise as much as their live performances. i found an artiste by name of peaches who sing really horny songs like 'Your Tent in Your Pants' but was really groovy. i didnt buy it though. it was too much. Recommended music are of the following if you like chill out/brit-disco music to dance in your underwear with.
royksopp the understanding $19.90 @ the library, TANGS
robbie williams rudebox $18.90 @ HMV
madonna confessions on the dancefloor $16.90 @ HMV
the prodigy their law $15 @ gramaphone's 2nd hand section. if not, $19.90 at reg price. seek nurudin for 10% discount :)
a compilation new inspirational moments $7.50 only at HMV
N.E.R.D fly or die $16.90 @ HMV
ministry of sound all their albums starting from $19.90-$49.90 @HMV
morning my breakfast with Jon and Tim and Miss Amanda Gwa was abrubtly cut short upon my mum's call to go to some sudden reunion lunch to Lo-hei. it was evangelical but i had my social disengagement device in my ears the entire time i was at the restaurant so life was still blissful.
came back from NS cell meet up and had quite abit of fun with the peeps. got off my lazy butt and learnt how to play tai di finally. almost won every round but david always full houses to the end, leaving me with one card in my hands to rot with. i hamelessly say i was a fast learner and could have beaten them all if i had the time.
i'm soon off to ns and am dragging my legs. its starting to dread. i know ocs or sispec is worse but sigh things i do to defend YOU, someone has got to do this...

girl on the train
























you are not like the other girls who litter this world.
your face struck my love nerve upon your appearance.
but looking closer, my heart fell, as i saw another shadow.
heart
fell
down.

i want those hands you're touching to be mine.
the neck you softly gently-be MINE.
your eyelashes at that distance pulls me like a whip
the soft cute eyes pouting lips button nose
destroyed corroded rotting WASTED
by the man you are with.

she walked out of the mrt train with the man of her dreams
leaving me with nothing but a broken dream
not even a feather from your angel wings for me to scavenge.

many boys can relate to this.

Monday

a friend's message to a friend



















but he has erased you already, so erase him.

i remembered the time you marveled how well i understood your cliched love for him.
i remembered the times you cannot stop rambling about him.
i remembered your seizures you used to get evoked by his mere presence.
or simply by the mere mention
of his name.
i cant hate you anymore. wannabe. cool. never be lonely. come back to me.
can't let go. i'm not missing you. crash world. far away. letters to you. irreplaceable.
many heartbreaking songs that thug your heartstrings
causing you more heartbreak.

do not get me wrong.
as a friend, all that i have to say is that
the first cut is always the deepest
for everyone.
your physiotherapy is to move on.
your speech therapy is to not talk about him anymore and forget.
remembering and romanticizing is futile.
guilt or sadness changes nothing.

the grass is now greener.
pastures are refreshed and reawakened by the new breeze of chances,
like it had never been before.
clouds have cleared after the storm and a rainbow of hope has formed,
across the serene backdrop of betterness.
pick up your bags now and move on to the left, to the left...

retro back in the pig year
























before i leave for vivo today, i should say that i actually enjoyed a little retro time with my back-dated grand aunt. her house is like a step back in time literally and every item in her house has been untouched by the speed of time and hence are 'retired'. she's peranakan and i do believe that peranakans are the most colourful ethnic culture in singapore and i believe many think so too. she makes the best peranakan dishes in which lush peranakan restuarants like Blue Ginger etc can never compete with her delicious Buah Kua-lak dish or that nostalgic Salted Veg Soup.

sadly most of the time, i use my social-disengagement device aka my mp3 to release myself from awekward silences and boring moments. mp3 is a blessing but it is a spark (tgt with computer games, psp, etc) to a generation which does not require direct contact with other people.

life becomes individualistic and friends are now WOW buddies and all boys in my army bunk now talk about is WOWOWOWOWOWOW. even my class gathering is a gathering to WOW. Fuck World of Warcraft. Seriously fuck it. it has broken too many people. and communicaton has been made much tougher.

i am not very good at poetry, but i believe poetry helps create the literary atmosphere to effectively express my emotions and thoughts much better than being narrative.

Sunday

thus far love sucks

















what is an act of love?
supporting you regardless the fact that you're wrong or
correcting you to let you to learn your mistake

sadly, the first option is also a hypocrite's favorite weapon and
the second option would destroy the love itself.

hope is lying


















fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.
we dream of a sweet escape
this is from me to me.
reasons are not
me
at all
where song is the only sound
fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.
and happiness eternal
love hate relationship i say is the toughest relationship.
they contradict and they parallel.
they are forced as they are submissive.
they are regretful as they are mutually-initiated.
they are innocent as they are evil.
we fall back unto reality realizing
fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.
that mirror becomes a mirage
hanging on the tendrils of hope, a lonely beggar failed to touch the feet of Christ.
shutting his eyes in sheer angst and sorrow,
all efforts of distraction fails while the silent mocking bird laughs
never wanting to be associated with the loss, he looks upon the past
as memories sink deep as our present and future burns because of it
fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.
trying is futile
hurt you hurl
pain of the insane
hate my fate
i need an escape
reconciliation seems too heavy to recollect
fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.
my forgiveness is harder to come by than Jesus'
sitting in the midst of a ever going battle
and i feel like an innocent animal
sitting with roots i never chose
not hiding from it because my head is there
sick to death of it but still unable to die
time heals but time brings more horrors
fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.fucking hell. fucking hell.
so i hope everyday that everything will be back to as it should be.
where blank spaces speak more than words here, i hope.

"Hope?" the Shakespearean clown chuckled,"hope was lying."

the artist block
























he walks alone into the deepest depths of the ocean
seeking to test and push the ethical and traditional boundaries of human thought
he sees things with a beat less professionally
and things with a beat off the by-right rhythm
everyone marvels at his ingenuity of the mind
his capability to be capable of seeing what others cannot see
thinking in ways and perceiving in ways so beautifully perfect to be possible

but he looks to greater voices from up above.

the inner pains and sorrows of the heart
unlocks his treasure
of greatness and beauty.
it is also imbued by the destruction of all happiness
and the unfair presence of no love and ugliness

he still looks to greater voices from up above.

he believes in himself and his capability
of himself
this almost cuts away the image of God in him.
but
he stays on and looks to greater voices from up above.

Why I'm hating it




















not being able to read and communicate aptly in this mandrin festival.
reunion dinner is lame considering my grandma is dead.
chinese new year without traditional thought makes the occasion meaningless.
red now becomes an ugly colour to wear.
i don't relate to my relatives.
its the year of the pig.

anyway, i found myself listening to trance music, which managed to roughly resolve my fever.
boredom filled my head as i watched some horny movie on channel U
saw epic movie on youtube and felt it was highly unfunny.
my mum thinks my father does not show as much love as he should to her. ha. ha.
its only reunion dinner. there's more to come in this festival.
i'm actually looking forward to army.

ate with nat, amanda and jean at botak jones. met with a little interesting twist of events but everything was still as cool as erm me, and then we went home tgt, bloated. nat you couldnt eat your reunion dinner your mum cooked because you ate my mayo salad and most of the fries without the cheese thing on the fish platter thing, which was negligible and are stuff that are better to go to waste, than go to your waist.

on the train we laughed at the following losers:
saw a boobsy lady wearing a t-shirt that says, single and ready to mingle.
saw a nerdish lady wearing a t shirt that says isreali military force.
saw a maid wearing a yellow tee saying love me.
she also asked the little girl she's taking care of, what is shut up?
a fat little indian girl with a t-shirt that says anyone, anyplace, anytime, anywhere.
a woman reading an article entitled my boyfriend hates me because i went for plastic surgery.

moral of story one:words hurl certain perceptions about people and life itself. we can laugh at the funny things they wear upon themselves but we cry over the reality of today's world of how some maids are actually unloved people in the lands they serve, how influenced young girls are by bad media, how superficiality overruns inner personality etc.

moral of story two: never wear stupid pure milkish tee shirts that make people laugh at you. we all had an amazingly good laugh at their embarrassing expense. but i shall not comment then, on nat's tee, which says supermodel.


Saturday

the most complex creation














one of ever suffering pain and breakdown.
another of eternal bruises everlasting,
she was scarred for life.
these individuals come in many forms.
they the most complex creation of any creativity.

self inflicted wounds and wounds inflicted by their beloved
some loved by other children, hated by their own
hurt by their partner, others the other way round
jealousy amongst them, yet strict rules apply upon those under

torn flesh verbally hurled onto the lovers
yet softly pulls you through
boiling heat and unjustifiable insanity
but pats you into a soothing slumber
a million bashes caused by a few small rashes,
however alot of love to give as well.
she throws the salt into where ever hurts most.
she causes the most pain, but loves you back time and time again

she is the warrior, the teacher, the provider
the saint, the lover, the bearer, the hurt, the pain
the persevering, the ever-suffering, the homemaker
the most complex form of humanity, the mother.

Today




















Today. I sat next to someone with the
same jacket as me. I'm sure she didn't
notice. So I thought of tapping her so
we could laugh over our coincidental affair.
But she got off the bus while I was
writing this all down.

marching the road of duty and recieving nothing but mockery














the week in the forever shining green island of pulau tekong was sad. i got sick because of some fever/flu/cough concoction. it is no biggie considering 4 people from my bunk were sent home due to illness of severe effects and 2 others from my bunk again of similar conditions as me. (leaving only 2 healthy individs alive and kicking.) cny celebrations in tekong was gay. i was spending half my life laughing my ass off my aging warrant officers making merry out of the otherwise boring event. went home with my beloved buddie. we shared my mp3 hearing snow patrol and gwen stef all the way home... went out with mitchel, caught nurudin buying/selling cds in his store, listened to great music, caught martin on the way, in which we all formed a group with mitch also, on a shopping trip in which mitch lovingly bought a t shirt for his bro, and considered another for his dad in raulph lauren. caught reuben and his other baldie buddies outside lido and they remained motionless and clueless of what to do for a long time, as they were still at the entrance when we left lido after our shopping trip. it seems many people caught the agnes b bug. not only reuben since last year, but my beloved corpral as well. cny reunion was a movie only and then i went to chat with nat.

here's a funny thing, mitch and i were leaving orchard mrt station, walking into the train when we saw 3 pathetic averagely built, clerk-like males, holding a D&G paper bag and a A/X carrier (which i suspect are both empty) and they distastefully donned polytechnic uniforms (aka pure milk hairstyle, a fugly but expensive brand t shirt, jeans and nike dunks). I whispered to mitch saying, "wow they look rich. i guess they dont have content, so they have to buy their content." (content as in charisma/personality etc). mitch then said,"but you also buy expensive clothes what..." then i replied in a pompous manner,"yes, so it means i have everything!" i didnt bother whispering that and so i think they heard me and were soreloserish about it, so one guy said to the other in a rather untacky, uneducated manner, "eh ah goon (not the real name) how to spell record?'', and ah goon replied ah gong spelling, ''R-E-C-"
"-O.R.D loh!" interrupted ah gong in ah goon's lack of conscious awareness. (REC means recruit. ORD means they have graduated from army how pure milkish of them.) i noted their feelings jealousy and so we moved away from their lingering wastedness...

King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong




















Mitchel my COMMANDO.
and that was the 500000th time we wore similar clothes out; coincidentally.
but he sticks with his black and I, my brown.

Back for another short while, off to tekong tomorrow.
Sit test cleared i think i did well...
Army life is fine. the musty smell of bunks, the physical training, the mosquitos, sleeping in underwear and a net, cookhouse food, wong coco jelly day, water parade, combat soldier, knock it down, kill the man, rape the girlfriend with my rifle, my buddy and me...














Ate subway and got my new mp3 in Jurong Point with new NS friends, Goh Lian Zhou and Sherman after the army field trip to National Discovery Centre. Happiness. here it is. its the same as my little brother's but heck it, i told him to buy it.

Natalie told me to form a christian buddy group there to pray together everynight and i think i should.
And i should go to church tomorrow.
I need to improve my spiritual life. Its a therapeutic issue.
and announcement to you know who you ares: bryan from my platoon is single, christian and available.

many people think i speak too frankly and am to forthright about my religious opinions but i hope i give insights to believers to stay aware about the other facades Christianity could be perceived as well as to journey with non christians and doubters alike to eventually wake up their ideas and see the Truth in a more technical, unbiased, frank, intellectual manner. I believe at the end of the day, the truth would eventually be unfolded beautifully and i would have hope.

Sunday

questions of quests
















thinking thinking thinking thinking...
in this crossroad in midst of NS, still breathing the breath of questions of quests,the bomb of soon receiving the a level results surfaces and wasting as much time as possible is darkened by the depressing note of future endeavors resounding like hot rice, i really pursue to find what i really want to do in this life of mine now lying in the colorful bed of mine as i was lying in the white sheets of my bunk in Tekong High. i could waste my life away in a surreal lullaby but become persistently religious and thus land a great plot of land in heaven, or i could become a reclaimed artist in Singapore, changing the artscape in this realm exploding big style with all the talent i'm blessed with, or do as many crazy things before i die, i feel that in the end, after the undertakers push my body into the furnace, my face could burn into a smile or it could form a sad nutcracker's heart. what is fulfillment? what is living a life in my terms? a soul thirsty for what is really the thing to do makes me worry about my same self during midlife. what is being great, feeling great? how much can i do what i don't know how to do or do what i have not decided to do in all that could be done in this lifetime? a crisis to cross that one cannot turn back, a threshold to enter in which guilt could haunt. life is so bleak of meaning when life's importance and strongholds are no longer as strong or insusceptible as you perceived as naively as they were when you led a childlike faith. steadfastness is a myth in this unstable reality- and fuck! josh groban is on mtv now! singing 'dont give up, everybody wants to be understood... etc...' 'cos you re loved...' my hair is standing... i guess God is sending me a message from this occasional sopranoist telling me i am Loved for God is Love... sigh. life is too complicated for rationality to be expressed in words now. blogging is futile efforts. if anyone could read my mind now, he or she would burst.
went out and came home. blogging as much as possi now.
went to nurudin's cd store and got 'the prodigy' and 'the crystal method' in which i listened, loved and bought. he wasn't there s he was on leave.
met mitch in town and we chatted, realized we had some sort of brotherly connection as we wore very similar attire aka short pants, and a hood jacket over a collared innner garment. this is not the 1st time and today it proves that we both have a inner connection...
anyway, we met ruiwen and reubby in town! how coincidental nd we shared and laughed away romanticising army life and scaring ruiwen to death at the same time.
weiyan brought us to eat at Ubin seafood and after that, we went to hang at coffee bean. book out time well spent with people who care.
mitch and i shared wonderful stories. his commando stories are interesting man. glad he's enjoying army as much as me.
my bus broke down half way at the expressway and my dad picked me up.

Saturday

army forms 'arm' 'my' 'may' 'ram' 'mary' 'a' 'yam' 'am' and 'ray'












from civilian to ns man.
i'm alive and kicking back into the bays of singapore with time to actually blog!
army life is so packed. i know a few people are wondering how i am coping with army. well here is my take.
firstly, army isnt all that a torture camp at all. its training often pushes us men to our limits but never fails to ensure our safety.
i entered Bronco company, one of the earliest batches. i'm in an elite batch aka the advance batch, where only JC people are hovering around so it means no smokers, drug abusers and crimes/gangsterism. because we are also the assured fit men as we are all NAFTA gold/silver achievers with PES level no lower than a B, we get the toughest, most crammed timetable ever thus explains the lack of book out sessions. even if i book out, i feel like i am just doing shuttle run. touch singapore and run back to tekkong again.

field camping for 6 days was fun. i wont tell what we did in fear of breaching the law as not to spread military secrets... but i loved all the tactical activities we do. its all so exciting. love the power of a gun in my hands and having to get down and dirty.
i HATE the sleeping time.it kills me to sleep in humid weather with 50000 mozzies buzzing around. having to apply mosquito repelent that corroded my plastic thermometer doesnt make me any happier to apply the same repelent on my face. but i had to. the ground was also so uncomfortable. spiders of many colours seem to scurry around and i hated the litle creatures. this is the only thing i hate about field camp. the iunability to sleep+insects. but i love the forest. the forest in tekkong is beautiful! the sun enters the rubber trees in beams that touch the dew covered grass which manage to conjure numorous rainbows in the foggy morning as we do our activites. the only insects i love are the fireflies at night. imagine having a pitch black night and watching little lights hovering around you up and down as if you are floating in some surreal space with stars all around you...

i got really horrible nightmares in tekkong i dont know why... i dreamt of being in an mrt train that was hijacked. i dreamt i failed everything in a levels but art in which i scored a distinction, etc. and i got a cough, and sore throat.

in army, i got to know a great number of nice people.
in bunk bed order.



















chee lim(above haha) bed 1- he's mr tong kay wee's maris friend, who entered the inter jc hollywood glamour thing. no lah. nice person who snores and smuggles handphones everywhere he goes. always the first to take off his shirt and lay his butt on the chair when its time to head back to the bunk. he is so waterpolo crazy, he wears trunks as underwear at times, claiming its more 'comfortable'.
alvin tan bed 4- highly blur looking but from Rjc, constantly mocked at but doesnt realise it. yes he's that blur but overall a nice guy who picks lallang and fern leaves to help his buddy camoflage his trench during field camp.
jason bed 6- typical Vjc boy who is prim and proper, neat and a cool guy who looks all proper. we managed to loosen him up a bit and thus begun to say fuck. haha. he's genuinely funny but needs more practice so it'll be my job to influence him.
rong rong bed 7-a buffed up muscle freak from Hci, but a guy who wouldnt even let me kill a humongous moth that was harassing me one night. loves to parade around in underwear with chee lim. as absent minded as me, i still treasure him as my beloved buddy. he never fails to lend me his deods, powder, black tape or anything i asked. he'd accompany me to pee under the palm tree or shit in the shit hole.
i'm bed 8.
Mr xing bed 9- he looks like a zerkling from starcraft but very funny guy. love sleeping next to him. everyone loves to lie on his bed. laughs at anything. he loves to play Audition.
R.J bed 10- typical joel from 05a12 kind of guy but less of an asshole. we hang around together alot. easy to start meaningless conversations with.
Jon bed 11-the very devoted person who is like a mother of the otherwise lazy laidback bunk. always there to chase us out from our lazed positions, wake us up, remind us to brush our teeth, clear our rubbish etc. without him, we woulkd be in deep shit.
triston bed 12-the guy who thinks he looks like the prison break lead. he has charisma and presence. he ends every sentence in sia and loves prickly heat powder and SAJC girls, i am getting sick about his fetish to 'Tie Their Ties To Their Thighs'.

others
my no.71 aka 'Wife'-i stroke and cock her everyday to load her, i use her most of the time when i am lying down, i strip her to oil bath her. so far she gave me no problems. i love you my M16, no.71.
zheng han-my wash clothes buddy, he'd wake me at 5 and we'd squeeze our no.4s together. although he seems like a emo pampered boy who sits alonbe and sulks, he is interesting. he is sensitive as he cried when he couldnt scream loudly when we were suppoed to charge at a dummy with our bayonet.
sherman, very mild guy who i knew from triston. nice personality.
ding yan- another funny guy. never fails to crack jokes with him.
many others like mr.goh who is so innocently wrong all the time, cedric who always gets into trouble, bing bing, weijian who gave me a lift all the way back to lakeside, shawn from sa who offers calamine lotion when i have heat rash and sheng who is always smiling inappropriately(like when we're supposed to throw a grenade), and as few others in which i forgot their names opps...

these guys all made my army life so easy, i find myself smiling and laughing all the way. thankssss guys. i am now thinking of ocs and joining navy so that i can sit in a boat, and ship aid around the world or comb the sea for 'things'.
cant wait to see them again and talk cock together.

now leaving soon to meet mitchy...