Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Cloning Myself...
While navigating in the jungle of Brunei, a strange thought suddenly came across my mind. I suddenly thought of cloning myself. Imagine this, I clone myself and bring him/me up. He'll be just like me in every way. I know what he wants and all his thoughts (probably pornographic in nature). He'll behave just like me, except that he doesn't have to go through a broken childhood like me. He'll look like me too.
You might be asking Then/For What? That's when my master plan comes in. By cloning myself, my clone will think the way I think, and he will clone himself too. And guess what? There'll be a Reeve in every generation, whether you like it or not. And as I aim for high social status, so will my clones. As the generations past by, every Reeve will rise up the social ladder and become more and more powerful, until one day, just one motherfucking day, Reeve will rule the world. I will rule the world. He may not be this current Reeve, but he will still be Reeve. I'll rule.
Hey, I know that's a childish and stupid thought, but I can't help it if stupid things like that get into my mind, can I? And who knows if it'll come true? Haha.
End...
Hanged @
5:56 PM
I'm Back From Brunei...
Yup, I'm back from Brunei. Landed at around 7.40AM just now. Jen went to the airport to fetch me and she came over, but her company lacked manpower, so she was called back in the afternoon.
Anyway, Brunei. Well, the training wasn't really tough, but neither was it easy. We were mostly doing navigational exercises. I, being a slacker, volunteered to pace instead. I won't wanna waste mental strength figuring my position, neither do I wanna bear the responsibility of leading my team and getting lost. We spent 3 days out in some fucked-up jungle on our own. The days there are short, and the nights are so fucking dark, you can't even see your fingers when you stretch your hands out. Thus, we were not allowed to move at night. The sky darkens at around 6PM and only lights up way past 7AM. Because of that, we slept damn early everynight and wake up late every morning. I guess that's why we weren't that tired.
After we went back from the 1st navigational exercise, we did some other stupid things before we were sent out for another navigational exercise. This time, we were inserted into some virgin land where no soul has ever walked before, thus an instructor tagged along to ensure our safety. Well, safety my ass. While crossing a fast river, one of my team-mates fell and was on the verge of drowning. How you even start drowning when you are wearing one big-ass lifejacket intrigues me. Anyway, the instructor jumped into the water to try and save that motherfucker (I happen to detest the victim), but was washed away by the rapid current instead. In the end, the instructor managed to get back on the shore not far away, having suffered an injured shin and a sprained wrist, and guess who saved that drowning fucker? Me! I jumped into the water without any ropes of lifejacket and hauled the fucker's ass back from the gates of hell. Well, I guess I'm not that cold-hearted as I thought I'd be.
I dragged the wet ass back to shore while everyone else watched and held on to the rope that fucker's attached to. Again, how he managed to end up in that state despite the presence of safety ropes and a lifejacket remains one of life's greatest mystery to me. I took the advantage to slap that poor victim, who looked like he was dying. I made it look like I was trying to wake him up, which, to a certain extent was true, but I guess I had some personal agenda in my mind. Haha.
Anyway, the ass managed to puke all the river water out and stand up again after about an hour or so. He lost his glasses in the river, so he must be guided everywhere we go. Being loud and blind, he naturally became a liability to our team, but we managed to pull through.
After 3 days, we came outta the jungle and were made to climb knolls right away. I had to carry some extra stuffs, so I climbed Mt. Biang and the 7 fucking knolls with only 1 hand. Some knolls were literally vertical by the sides. They say you'll have an undescribable sense of achievement and satisfaction after you conquer Biang, but I felt nothing. I only pride I got is that I climbed everything with 1 hand while people who are not even carrying extra load almost died at the end. I've never felt more exhausted and filthy in my entire life. We spent 2 days climbing all those crap knolls before we launched a platoon attack on an objective. Nothing much to say about it.
The 2 days after the exercise were hell slack. Basically, we just ate and slept and ate and slept. I went to the canteen to have chicken chop and fried rice everyday. Those days were crazy. I must have put on all the weight I lost outfield.
We had 1 day of educational tour yesterday, it was rather informative but also kinda boring. Did you know their sultan's palace has over 1700 rooms and about 4000 cars for only 10 royal family members? Anyway, we went to their malls which contain nothing much. Their stuffs are more expensive than those of Singapore, and they don't look like they are any higher in terms of quality. I was dead bored walking in their malls. I just wanna come back here and wank/sleep/eat/play games. You can't imagine the scene on board the plane when the plane finally landed on Singapore soil. Everyone went mad, screaming their heads off on the plane. Fortunately the plane had only us from OCS, or people might think the plane's a flying asylum.
Thank god it's all over. I don't think I wanna go there ever again. My next trip in to Taiwan in October. I suppose it'll be very much more fun than Brunei.
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5:17 PM
PSP 2.0...?
I downloaded the new firmware for my PSP. Now my PSP can be used to surf the web, but the downloaded Fifa Soccer won't work on 2.0. I guess there's always a balance in the world. I'll have to wait for some compatible launcher for 2.0 to be developed.
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5:15 PM
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
At The Airport...
I'm at the airport now. Don't feel excited at all. Will be boarding the plane in less than an hour's time. Had Burger King just now with Jen and my family. Lingered around the departure hall for quite a while before finally being allowed to enter. Took a few photos and it's bye bye to Jen and my family. Jen looked like she was about to cry. Hope she didn't...
Feels kinda strange typing this entry here. This is maybe the first time I'm typing an entry outside of home. To think I'd have to type this standing. Never mind...
Going. See you guys.
End...
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1:09 AM
Monday, August 15, 2005
...
I'd probably be on Brunei ground in about 12 hours' time. It's kinda hard to believe. I bet Jen find it hard to accept too. My morale is damn low now. Feeling damn sad. I'm gonna leave my home, leave my computer, leave Jen. Thinking of all these makes me so sad, but not to the extent of crying. Maybe tears will flow over at Brunei...
End...
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4:37 PM
Sunday, August 14, 2005
What's Up With Cab Drivers...?
I've got nothing against cab drivers, but cab drivers nowadays seem to like to talk a lot. Or are they always like that? I'm not one who takes the taxi often, so I'm not that clear about that.
Anyway, recently, I met 2 cab drivers who had conversations, mostly one-sided, with me. The first one was talking about men's desires and his army life. He was saying things like banging girlfriends, virgin girlfriends to be exact. Ranting about how he used to be young and impulsive, how he understands men's sexual desires. I don't remember how the topic approached this direction. He even asked me if I did it with my girlfriend already, a question which I evaded with a forced laugh and a "Uncle, turn right please."
Next, his topic deviated to his army life. Apparently, he used to be in armor infantry I guess. He was telling me to try my best to escape training in Brunei and Thailand because they are the toughest and most boring training. Well, how do I escape? I'd like to do that too. Hell... Anyway, he said that training in Australia and Taiwan will be much more enjoyable. I hope so. I'm heading for Taiwan in October.
That cab driver's probably a sex-crazed one, because his topic doesn't seem to venture far from sex. After telling me about overseas training, he proceeded to talk about sexual escapades in those countries and he even predicted that I'll go find some whore there to vent my frustration during the R&R after training, saying that it's men's nature. Hmm...
Enough about him. Next I met a driver who's into politics. He was criticising the government for undermining the chances of other wannabes trying to run for president. He criticised the PM, saying that morales and democracy no longer existed.
Next, economics kicked in. He began analysing the current economy and concluded that young men like me should venture overseas instead of staying in this small island where not much money can be earned. From there, he pushed the blame to the educational system, saying that our educational system's trying to produce instant geniuses and is failing badly. Well, I don't blame him for thinking that way. Not everyone's like me...
Finally, he went on to GDP, on how Singapore can earn more money. He mentioned the casino and it's quite obvious he has his doubts on whether gambling can earn us big bucks. Said something about the current PM's optimistic view on gambling while the PM's father opposed to gambling. Peace returned to my ears only after I ended his monologue with "Uncle, stop after the traffic light. Thank you."
Like I said, I have got nothing against cab drivers, but sometimes they just talk too much. Men's desire? You mean as a healthy male myself I cannot understand my own desires? Wanna take a look at my stash of porn? Politics? If you don't like it here then why stay here? Are you some kinda opposition party?
I really feel that these drivers should go to the Speakers' Corner to share their valuable insights. Or write to the local forums. Some chit-chat in the cab is nice, but not too much please. And I don't need an analysis on the social, political and economic situation of Singapore. I get that from the papers.
End...
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11:15 AM
Brunei...
I'm leaving for Brunei tomorrow. My flight's on the 16th, but it's a 2.30AM flight, so I'll have to reach the ariport by midnight, meaning I'll have to leave home tomorrow night.
First time I'll be leaving home for so long. I'll only be back on the 31st. They say it's tough, but the real tough thing is leaving Jen behind. I'll miss her, I know. To make things worse, she's ill and her stubborn refusal to see a doctor is not giving assurance of her getting better. How can I go there, leaving her behind when she's like that? Sigh...
Anyway, Brunei. A lot has been said about it. How the food sucks, how tough the training is, how fucked-up it is to climb Mt. Biang with all the fucking load, how annoyed you'll feel having to walk after crossing a stupid river. I'm not sure if I can take it mentally. I'm not even sure if I can take all that shit physically, but I'll do my best. I'm not gonna become some fucked-up officer.
Damn. It's kinda freaking me out. In 2 days' time I'll be in some jungle away from home, with little water and fucking food that probably not fit for human consumption. I'll be drinking fucking mud water from streams, sleeping in the forests where bugs and creepy crawlers will start having field trips on my body.
One of the exercises will even last for 6 days. Fuck. I can't imagine the damage my body will have to withstand there. Well, that's how sad my life is. It's a drag, but it still has to go on...
End...
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11:00 AM
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Haven't Slept A Wink...
I haven't slept a wink last night. I went to JEC to meet up with Yew Wei, HQ and all the other JC classmates yesterday night. The reason for the gathering wasn't clear to me, but I just went anyway as I haven't seen my friends in weeks.
We went to play pool for a while, and I really mean a while. We played for less than half an hour before making our way to K Box. There were 10 of us initially, thus we got ourselves 2 rooms. Sang our hearts out. I had 2 glasses of vodka coke and a glass of coke. Ended up paying around $26. Took a cab back with Jun Hong and Liling. Reached home almost at 4AM. Bought some chicken meat and sardines. Cooked instant noodles and had quite a good meal.
Played with the computer after that. Have been surfing the net until now. Haven't slept a wink but don't feel tired. However, I'll be watching some fireworks with Jen and her friends later in the evening, so I guess I should catch some sleep now.
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11:29 AM
Get Shorty...
I'm writing this entry because I need to apologise to a certain platoon mate I offended last week. Here's what happened, but I shall not reveal his name, so let's call him Shorty.
Shorty is a loud-mouthed motherfucking asshole who's bossy and weak. He's only strength is running and he's a marathon runner, so I guess that sorta got into his head too much, making him think that he's motherfucking good. As you can see from my tone, I don't really like him.
So one day while I was alone in my bunk reading a magazine, Shorty appeared at my door and wanted to look for my buddy, Sean.
"Hey! Is Sean around or has he left the bunk?"
Being a nice guy, or rather, I don't even wanna reply him, I kept silent, allowing him time to observe the bunk for any signs of Sean. After around 4 seconds, I took my eyes off my magazine and looked towards the door. He was still there, looking at me. The words What The Fuck? ran through my mind. Then he asked again, "Is Sean in the bunk?"
"Is this some kinda fucking trick question?" I thought to myself. I looked around the room, just in case he saw something that remotely resembles Sean that I've never notice. Nope. No Sean, but, being a nice and helpful guy, I volunteered to look for Sean in the bunk.
"Wait. I'd look into my pocket to see if Sean's inside," I said to him as I turned my pocket inside out.
"Nope. Neither is he under the bed..."
By the time I turned around, he's gone. What a rude person, leaving without a word while I literally looked under the bed for Sean. I really did. Damn. I guess he must have felt like a fool. I feel so guilty, I must apologise.
Shorty, I'm really sorry I took you as a fool. You are not. You are just MOTHERFUCKING BLIND. It was my mistake to make you look foolish. It probably wasn't your fault when you cannot fucking see that the room is empty except for me. I hereby offer my most sincere apology and hope that you can get your fucking eye transplant soon.
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11:10 AM
You are who you are not only due to your genetic makeup but also your experiences. Nature AND nurture. Your so-called broken childhood has a part in creating who you are now.
-mei-