Friday, December 30, 2005
Bloggers Dying...
I just went to take a look at a few of my friends' blogs and found out that a majority of them had stopped blogging. Some claimed that they have no time, some cited a lack of ideas as reason while some just died off like that. What's going on?
My guess is that they are not motivated to write because of the lack of readership, and the root of this problem is celebrity bloggers. Bloggers like Xiaxue and Mr. Brown attract so many readers everyday while we just get a handful a day, say 20? It depresses people, makes people think why. Are their blogs really that interesting? Some of our blogs are not that bad either, so why? And how the heck did they get famous in the first place? Did they go around spamming about their blogs? If not then how come they can attract people to their blogs when they started out? Hmm...
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1:14 AM
2 Days...
My birthday's in 2 days and all I'm doing is sit on this stupid chair and play my Grand Theft Auto, trying to complete all the side missions. I feel that I should be doing something, but I don't know what to do and I can't really be bothered too.
It's like I'm hiding from my birthday. I'm shutting myself up in the room and hope that the day doesn't get me, hope that the number 20 doesn't get embedded into my soul. I wish it's gonna like some kinda tsunami, just wash past me, get it over and done with. It's like hiding in the air raid shelter while Zero fighters drop their shit on Singapore in 1942. Or like pumping the radio's volume to the max to drown a noisy mum's nagging.
This is kinda sick and frustrating.
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1:07 AM
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Old Reeve...
To those who do not know and those who forgot about it, my birthday's this coming Sunday. Yup, the 1st, New Year's Day.
Exciting it might seem, but I don't feel anything at all. I kinda dread it. I'm turning 20 this Sunday. That means I'm getting old. People around me, especially the gals, have already started their university life while I still have to wait a year more before I can embark on my journey to obtain my degree. I feel that I'm wasting my life away and there's nothing I can do about it because I can't move on, I have to serve NS.
I'm not sure, but I think there's something wrong with my brain. I think it doesn't secrete the correct hormones to cause excitement anymore. Christmas just passed and New Year's Day, also my birthday, is coming but I don't feel anything, nothing at all. No excitement, no joy, no looking forward to.
Every year, I think of things to do on my birthday, trying to avoid going to any countdown events as far as possible, but I can't. My friends and girlfriends, past and present, would make me go out every birthday, and most of the time we'd end up counting down to my birthday. It seems that they think it's only natural to countdown to my birthday since it's on New Year's Day. No, it's not natural. Try doing the same thing for your past 19 birthdays and you'll know that it's not fun anymore. Counting down seems exciting to others, but the novelty of it has already worn out as far as I'm concerned.
However, I'm not the type who would wanna disappoint my friends or girlfriend, so I think I'll still have to drag myself to any countdown events they plan on bringing me to this year, or any other year.
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1:10 AM
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Free Thought...
I don't know what to write about, but it seems that I haven't wrote in days, so I'll just write some random stuffs.
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, All the way to Hell...
Today, or whatever that is left of today, is Christmas. I woke up early to send Jen off to her gym, then played video game the whole afternoon before going to play basketball with Alex and company. It's been long since I last played with them. Intense and satisfying.
Watched the Chronicles of Narnia with Jen yesterday. Not a bad film, but can be longer to develop the characters and the plot more.
I don't really celebrate Christmas, don't really like it either. I can never understand the hype of Christmas. Why are people getting so excited? It's just another holiday to me and has no meaning to me. Forgive me, my Christian friends, I just am not a jolly person. Looks like the spirit of Christmas has been exorcised from me long before I knew it.
Why are there so many people flocking to Orchard Road on Christmas Eve and Christmas? Don't they find the place too crowded? It's so meaningless to go there and 'soak in the atmosphere'. What the fuck? I don't see how rubbing butts with strangers and being so restricted that you can't even walk on your free will can be fun.
Why do girls need so many handbags? Some of them own a whole warehouse of handbags but when they need one, they'll insist on bringing the particular one that is not with them at the moment, or the one that she hasn't bought, or the one she can't find, or the one...
Some people suck so much at basketball that they use stupid tricks to win, like the guy who hugged me just now, pushing me at the same time, when I was holding the ball, and claimed that I was travelling with the ball. What are you? A faggot? And the fat pig who used his hands to push me, and used his head to barge through me defence. Do you think you are a bull or rhino? You look just like a fat pig using your head to barge through my defence. I'm sorry you are a born cheater, loser and sucker in basketball. I'm sorry I'm writing this here. I hope you see this and reflect on this. Sorry, but I can't love everyone.
Travelling in Singapore is so fucking expensive. I just added $10 to my EZ-Link card the other day and the next day I ended up with $2 in it. What's up with the hike? Has anyone ever questioned why is the price of transit going up every few years? The government knows that the economy is bad and is trying to help people, but the price of transit has been going up while the standard and service never really got upgraded. Why are we paying so much? It's not like the salary of bus captains is $3000 a month or something. I think there's some conspiracy going on. There may be another Durai in the LTA. Someone should really look into this.
I just borrowed 16 comic books from Ching Hang. I'm trying to finish all of them by tomorrow. Is that possible? I'll try.
My hand is peeling like nobody's business. It's worse than you are an orange and you are being peeled. Well, whatever. I'll need to apply the fucking cream later and hope for the best.
I'm looking for new anime series to download, preferably complete ones so that I don't have to wait. I used to have links to websites of complete anime series just waiting to be downloaded, but I can't seem to find them now. Feeling so bored waiting for Bleach and Suzuka. I need some entertainment. Anyone can help?
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10:37 PM
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Why Are Men So Perverted...?
I saw this question on a blog just now. Feeling kinda obliged to answer that inquiry.
I believe that men are not all perverted, they are just easily sexually excited. I believe perversion is a level higher than sexual excitement. On the sight of an sexually attractive woman, a man will be mentally and/or physically aroused. He may find ways and means to ease the tension in him, which I believe is still normal. It's only abnormal and perverted when he does something extreme to calm himself down, like wanking in public or something like that. That's what I feel. Maybe it's the difference in the definition of the word 'perverted' that me and the others have.
Anyway, an explanation for men getting sexually excited easily is probably because we have this unique combination of a brain and a dick. That combination is what the female lacks. Most women have either the former or neither.
You see, when light bounces off the mammaries of a nude woman and hits the retina of a male, various synapses are tapped on and signals are sent to our head(s). Like they say, two heads are better than one, thus the reaction from men will be greater compared to women.
So men cannot be blamed for being sexually excited, or in some cases, going to the extreme of being perverted, as we have another head in the form of a dick in our groin area while the female possesses an ironically empty vortex of attraction at the exact same location. With that, I rest my case.
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10:40 PM
Long Time No Crap...
It's been a long time since I last wrote rubbish. I've been talking about my own empty, pathetic life so much, making it sound so fulfilled, that it gets a little sick.
Anyway, I was clicking "Next Blog" on blogspot.com just now when I came across a picture of Edward Scissorhands. Those who watched it before will know that it's about this guy who was created by some mad faggot but that faggot die before he could complete his creation, leaving a man with no hands but has scissors replacing them.
Poor guy...
Now imagine this Edward is living in our age. What a disaster it will be. This Edward will not be able to walk on the streets as not only his looks will scare the pants off people and cause road accidents, his 'hands' will hook on to the skirts of female shoppers and tear them all to bits, making him a sex criminal. He'll cause lacerations to those who accidentally brush their legs against his blades. And when he moves forward to apologise and help the person he just cut, he'll unknowingly stab the victim, causing instant death.
At home, he can't do much on his own. He'll smash the remote into bits when he tries to turn the TV on. He'll detach every alphabet from the keyboard when he tries the surf pornographic websites, unless he sits a few metres away from a metal keyboard.
The worst thing for him is his lack of sex life. 'Born' like that, he can't wank. No, he can't, or he'll slice his penis off. Neither can he have sex because he may just slash the gal's head off my mistake when he has an orgasm. Don't even think about fingering. He'll make kebab outta the female. Imagine his hand entering from down under and the blades coming right outta the mouth. Disgusting...
Well, his existence may not be a totally bad thing though. You'll get sliced fruits and vegetables instantly if you have him over, provided he doesn't kill or lacerate you.
He can help recruits in Tekong cut their hair too, just hope that the head is still attached to the neck by the end of the session. Maybe he can help cut the leaves and branches along the roads. He'll be able to shape the trees into different things, making the roads more interesting.
Lastly, he's an instant ice-kachang maker. Remember the scene in which he sculpted a block of ice into an angel? The ice shaving flew all over the place like snow, but all going to waste. Why waste it? Make it into ice-kachang, save the ice-kachang man from trouble. Kids will love him. You can bet my left nut on that.
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9:58 PM
Rotting...
I've got foot rot. That sucks. It's caused by some fungal infection, and because I touched my feet with my hands, my hands got that too. They are rotting too. Fuck. How the fuck did I get all these crap on me? I haven't got them in Taiwan, or during any exercises. Damn it. Damn fungi. DO I LOOK LIKE SOME POND TO YOU? AM I A FUCKING TREE WITH HUGE, BRIGHT GREEN LEAVES? Fuck...
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9:41 PM
BCTC...
Today's my first full day in BCTC. I was made to go through a course similar to SOC but its emphasis is on combat skills. It's very physically taxing. All the new trainers, including me, were panting real hard at the end point.
Had a CPR lesson in the afternoon. That's the 3rd time I'm taking that lesson already. Didn't learn anything new.
Lastly, we had a small ceremony to welcome the new trainers, also including me, to the BCTC family. We said the BCTC trainers' creed, received a certificate to certify that we are qualified trainers and also the centre's badge to put on our jockey caps.
I finally know what I'll be doing there. It's rather easy though. Basically, we teach the NS men, who have long abandoned their soldier instincts and skills, thus refreshing their knowledge on weapons, combat skills, etc. My role is to be a conducting officer, or safety officer during live ranges and exercises. I may also be required to teach lessons on weapons and other stuffs.
The thing about this centre is that we have totally nothing to do when there are no NS men coming in for in-camp training. I am only required to stay in when they are there. My job sounds easy, but it's quite a challenge, to make the NS men and commanders listen to me. I am, after all, a young 2LT fresh outta OCS. Those NS men have served their time and may even have gone through many in-camp training before. Getting them to listen to me and obey my instructions, while making sure they understand my lessons are things I gotta learn. I may make a good teacher or host in the future. Haha.
Ok, got to go sleep early. I'm a chamber safety officer tomorrow for a bunch of over 300 men doing live range tomorrow.
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9:29 PM
Monday, December 19, 2005
New Posting...
Today is the first day I reported to my new unit. For the past few days since I commissioned, I've been staying at home, slacking, playing games, watching anime and enjoying the explicit content in my computer.
Anyway, like I said before, my posting says I'm to report to BMTC today. Aaron called on Wednesday to inform me that he managed to alter my posting and that I'll be reporting to BCTC instead. BCTC is next to OCS, meaning it's motherfucking close to my house. Aaron told me to wait for a call. Well, the call never came.
Unwillingly, I dragged my wretched body to Tekong. I brought nothing but my PSP along, and I was told, before I set foot on Tekong, that I'd be attending a 3-week commander preparation course. I'll need to stay in. Imagine how loud the "What the fuck?" came outta my mouth. The person in-charge saw that a few of us brought nothing along, so he decided to give us a night's out to get our things and get back tonight. I was worried, because coming back home from Tekong, packing, and heading back to Tekong will definitely take more than the time allocated. Just as I was frustrating, hope arrived. I was singled out from the whole lot and informed that I need to report to BCTC.
So yours truely spent the whole morning travelling from one end of the island to the other end and back. I even had to skip lunch. Anyway, I arrived at BCTC and was introduced to the place and the people. The place seems damn slack, but I'll not elaborate more because coming to a conclusion right after my first day there is a bit too early. I'd write more about my new unit in the days to come.
Oh, one more thing. BCTC doesn't require the instructors to stay in. That's why I'm typing here right now. Haha.
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9:51 PM
Monday, December 12, 2005
Commissioning...
Yup, it's kinda late, but I'm gonna write about my commissioning.
I went through 2 weeks of drills, parade rehearsals and crap like that, only to put up a good show on the 10th. The show almost couldn't start because it was fucking dark that afternoon and we almost had to cancel the parade for fear of lightning. Thank goodness it cleared right before the parade started.
I thought I'd be nervous to see so many people, but I wasn't. Probably because I had the experience of being on a parade before. We marched out, saluted the VIPs and marched past the president. Next, we waited for the prize winners to get their prizes. I did everything right and waited patiently for the president to declare us all as commissioned officers.
That's me.
Then we marched off and came on the parade square again to let our parents put on our ranks for us. My father did it for me. Then we threw our peak caps and celebrated our end of our cadet life.
My dad putting on my 2LT rank for me.
Jen and my brother went to some buffet, which, apparently, sucked big time. My parents and I had a 6-course dinner in the dining hall. I was sitting with Sean and Aaron. Their parents seemed to be chatting away quite happily but my parents didn't really talk much with them. Probably because my parents are not English educated.
My family and I.
Anyway, I'm now 2LT Chua Zong Hao and not longer OCT Chua Zong Hao. I'm currently taking a 2-day course in OCS and will be reporting to BMTC on Wednesday. I'll see how my life will change then.
Jen and I.
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9:48 PM
Pesky Little Thing...
I just found out a few days ago that my younger brother reads my blog, meaning that he has access to all the crap I write. I've gotta cut down on my explicit content here. Hmm... Damn... Feeling kinda restricted now. Now I'm truely STIFLED...
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9:46 PM
Sunday, December 04, 2005
2 Years...
Jen and I celebrated our 2 years anniversary on the 1st. But the 1st was a Thursday, and I was in camp, so we celebrated yesterday. We had Seoul Garden, like we did for the last 2 years. It's become some sort of tradition. We had a lot of fun eating, cooking and talking with each other. We enjoyed each other's company so much. However, she ate too much and felt uneasy. She rested for a while and felt better.
2 years, 730 days. Neither long nor short. I'm still happy with her. Like she said, it's been 2 years but the love had never reduced. I hope for many years to come.
Anyway, Jen made a lot of cookies for me. She bakes good cookies and stayed up late a few nights ago to bake them. I had one just now and it tastes great. I'm bringing them to camp to eat. Haha.
Do they look tasty?
Jen's sleeping on my bed now. Preparing to go back to camp later. I'll write about my commissioning next week.
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6:03 PM
ACPC...
I just had my ACPC on Friday. It's our award and certificate presentation ceremony. Guess what? I got my sword already. Damn I'm happy.
That's my sword.
What? What do mean it's not mine? Take this.
It's MINE alright...
After going through 6 months of OCC, I finally got my sword and am becoming an officer soon. I'm getting commissioned by the President on the 10th this month. Having parade rehearsals everyday and they are tiring me out, but it's all right. I'm gonna put up a good show.
Anyway, we had a dinner after the ceremony. It's this damn formal dinner what we have in our Number 2 uniforms. It's something like fine dining, with rules to observe and live band playing. The food was damn good, but there was a huge problem. This guy sitting in front of me was talking non-stop, not to mention the fact that he's talking loudly. He's very exaggerating, something like a 'drama king'. Talking and talking. He just can't stop. Whenever he ends a topic, he would immediately think of another topic to crap about. When he can't think of anything else to bullshit about, he turns to ask opinions.
"What do you think..."
"Do you remember..."
"How was..."
Fucking shut up already. He sounded like he was drunk, but insisted that he can manage his alcohol. When others joke like him, he'd say that the others can't hold their liquor. Crap. Furthermore, he would start singing when the live band starts playing. Simply destroyed the music pieces and atmosphere.
Apparently, he's so damn happy that he's commissioning that he can't control his mouth. And he is posted to a unit to become a Dy S2. He's damn proud of it, thinking that he's some big fuck. Babbled nonsene about making a badge to wear to tell people he's a Dy S2. What the fuck? My posting sucked, so it makes me actually want to punch him when he makes so much noise about his fucking posting. Motherfucker...
After the dinner, we had toasts (the drink, not the bread) and lingered around for a while before heading back to bunk. It was around midnight by then. We had to wake up at 6am the next morning for parade rehearsal. Damn. Never mind, at least now I get to come back and at least blog a little.
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5:40 PM
Posting...
I've got my posting. I'm posted back to Tekong, BMTC, as an officer trainer. Motherfucking shit. Don't get me wrong. I'm not the least happy.
Everyone wants to go back to Tekong to slack. Everyone's congratulating me, but they don't see that I don't want to go back. You really think I'll be happy to spend 1 and a half out of 2 years of my NS life in an island off the eastern shore of Singapore while my home is in the depths of the west? Sure it's slack. I'm not a PC or a staff officer. My role is one of an instructor, although I'm not sure what my job scope will be. My PC said that I'll probably conduct lessons or be the one to plan all the lessons for the bald recruits. My TCO say I may be deployed as a backup staff officer or be in charge of small task groups. I don't really care though. I heard it's not a job that requires me to stay in the camp. Most people would like that, but not me. How do I get home everyday? Fuck. I'm actually thinking of requesting to 'stay in' when people are dying to get a 'stay out' post.
I can't understand my manpower brach wants to do this to me. I've worked so hard to get myself outta SISPEC, outta Tekong, to come to the west, to OCS where it's only less than 8 minutes cab ride from my house, and now I'm being banished outta mainland again.
It's sad. Eugene got to be an SIW officer trainer. That's my first choice. I simply love weapons. And guess what the fucking irony is? He lives in fucking Hougang. We are thinking of swapping, but he doesn't seem as keen as I am, and the chances of actually swapping posts are really not that high.
Crap. I'm already resigning to fate. There's still a little hope to switch with Eugene, but a major part of me is already thinking 'Tekong, here I come'.
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5:27 PM
fatal.touch said...
I guess its about who you write for. If you write because you want to, it doesn't matter if you get 20 people a day. Sometimes, not being famous is a blessing.