the one about random army thoughts
I heard somewhere that army life isn't as tough as it used to be. Hm, I wonder how. With all the running, pull-uping, jumping, pumping and humping, I guess it would be like Survivor. Throw in a few bitchings (who says guys don't bitch?) and a few green uniforms, it would be like 'The Officer: Survivor in Uniforms'..Think 'The Apprentice: Survivor in Suits'.
The atmosphere will be so tense everyday, and everyone would be competing with everyone else to distinguish from the normal crowd, to curry flavour the platoon commander, or captain or whatever rank above the 'newbie' rank. And then the Platoon leader guy would say something like, "Welcome to the 5th week of your 9 week BMT!" with a grin and a hint of sadism. Just like how Trump would say to those apprentice wannabes, "Welcome to the 15th week of your 16th week job interview!" with no smile on his face whatsoever and his hair blowing in the wind.
Then one by one every week, one suay recruit would be made an example out of, and will prolly be made to do stupid things such as _____________ (ok, I will fill this in when I enlist in Jan, k?). Hmm, on the bright side, army does give you chances to do stuff you don't usually do. For example, you can finally update your TMD vulgarities list, or your personal dirty joke compilation: Best of the 18 years..
Hey, I can even become the emo-punk I always "yearned" to be...bad boy crew cut and black, emo framed plastic glasses. *squeals in delight, clapping hands in a bimbotic/irritating manner* "I'm sHo eMoZ lORs..C mY eMo sPec aNd mY eDiSoN-cHeN-liKE cRew CuTs. I wIll lOOks sOoo eMo nOW wHen I sINg uNtiTled bY sImpLe pLAnz! iSh tHerRE nO onE eLSe nORH?"
Come to think of it, army wouldn't be so bad if:
1)There is more than 1 pillow per bed.
2)You can choose what you want for lunch.
3)Your PC can
really be your father, your mother, your sister and your brother, with no sacarsm whatsoever.
4)There is internet connection.
5)You can wake up at 830am.
6)There is television in every bunk. (with DVD would be good)
7)You live near the camp.
8)You can actually get voted off the island. (Survivor Tekong - The platoon has spoken)
Ok, so I've run out of ideas. But hey, it's just 1 year 10 months! Just look at junior college..2 years. Bam! Gone like that. I believe army would be gone in an instant. As the saying goes, time passes real fast when you're enjoying yourself! Ok, now back to study.
the one about the family
The other day I was studying at Changi Airport, I came across a family of 4. They were seated next to us. Us consisting of me, Tomato and Flor. They were either Singaporeans returning from a trip abroad or Malaysians visiting Singapore. The way they spoke Chinese seemed Singaporean, so I guess they couldn't be from anywhere distant.
I can't help but notice how the parents, especially the mum, particularly favored the younger daughter and somehow, sorta ignoring the older daughter. The younger one was about say 2 years old while the older girl was about 5. The former was dressed rather 'cutely' with ribbons in her hair and shoes with flashing lights on them. The other was simply normal. While their Dad was off to get food, the mum had the younger daughter close to her while the older daughter was left wandering around the table. Any comment the older girl made to her mum wasn't really acknowledged or was just answered in simple one-liners. It was evident that the older girl was trying to get the attention of her mum by asking repeatedly what she wanted to drink. Then enthusiastically running off to tell her Dad.
At the table where dinner started, the mum still had her arms around the younger daughter. Then it was all about the older girl trying to get the attention of her parents. Apart from asking questions, she frequently left the table to go over to the railings overlooking level 1, and her dad would warn her to return to the table. I got the feeling that the parents seemed irritated by whatever she did and said. Then at one point her mum warned her, " I have put up with you for a long time! " She said that in mandarin.
Is it me, or are children supposed to shut up and sit down and listen to whatever thier parents tell them? She asks a few questions and the parents can't be bothered to answer properly, irritated even. The only reason why she is so desperately trying to get attention is because they obviously dote on the other girl more, and why?
That's because the older girl had a rather huge birth mark (or so it seems) across her face, and the younger girl is all so normal cutesy wutsy.I hope I'm wrong. It's probably because she's the older one and her parents are more strict with her. That sounds better.
the one about library retards
Studying in the library has never got so irritating before. Some people really don't give a shit about what others think huh?
A few hours ago, I was at B*d*k (name has been censored here and there to protect said library) library studying my ass off and in the process of knocking out Chem paper 3, I almost knocked out a few teeth too.
There was this retarded guy with a cap who could not keep his mouth shut. I didn't know who the fark he was talking to because he was seated about 10m plus away from me, on the sofas situated behind the shelves. Despite that, I could still hear him chatting away happily. And I was listening to my mp3 mind you, and I tried Queen, Bon Jovi, Metallica and even Britney Spears but I still couldn't shut his voice out of my music. Do you know how ridiculous 'Have A Nice Day' sounds with a background rap?
Ok..so he continued being the ass he was for the next 10 minutes or so, and no one went up to stop him. So what do you expect? People who visit the library are 'no-life' typical Singaporeans who feel that minding their own business is the best policy. But at least a few of them looked up from time to time, looking pissed and irritated, and then getting back to their books again. That's comforting. I mean..that is a sign that they care right? Is it?
Anyway, being the slightly less than typical, fairly more angsty Singaporean teen that I am, I decided to do something about it and went off to look for a librarian to complain (that's the typical part). After travelling a distance of raftly 15m, I decided that there were no librarians in sight so I got back to my place to study. Well, at least I tried.
Later, a librarian did appear and the noise stopped temporarily. Then the walking turd walked to the table behind me where he settled down with his friend and tried to talk again. And then the librarian decided to hover around the area and he stopped again. I mean frick, why the hell are you behaving like a kindergarten kid, you retarded fruck? I see the look on his face when the librarian decides to hover around the area and I feel tickled and pissed at the same time. Do you know the agony of feeling tickled and pissed at the same time? Ok, so he decided that he couldn't hang out and talk anymore so he eventually left. I really hoped he slipped and fell on the slippery pavement at the exit.
Another pissful thing is that some people really absolutely totally refuse to switch their phones to silent mode. I hear this stupid phone ring and the next few minutes, the same phone rings again. Apparently, the user has decided NOT to turn it to silent. It really bewilders me because he is either trying to tell everyone his ring tone is very nice or that he is trying to act cool by appearing rebellious.
Personally I don't think the 'ring-ring' ring tone is very creative or spectacular whatsoever, neither are the extra long and irritating message tones on Nokia phones. So I just have to say it's probably the latter. Anyway, like the previous dumbo, they can go and die too, and bring their phones with them.
There are still so many of them out there that I would love to blast. But I'm afraid I can't, since that'll mean taking a few years away from my life. And you certainly don't want that, do you?
And yes, yet another angst-laden post (again). I don't think I'm going to live very long if it continues like that.
the one about goths (argh)
I saw some interesting people on the train a few days back. My first impression of them was that they were pretty shady people, literally. I just can't help but think -
goth. Come to think of it, they were some mix between goths and those fashion statements from Japan..the type they call Harajunk..Horojunku..Haro whatever kids or some shit like that..
The 4 of them were dressed in black mostly..the brightest colour being dark purple. Ok..we have the striped stockings..weird shoes..don't know how many layers of clothes and everything else that freaks you out. One girl even had a set of oversized goggles around her neck..I mean wtf?! Please note that I'm not talking about regular swimming goggles here, I'm referring to the big and chunky ones with humongous frames that cover 3/4 of your face. Yeah, those that some act-cute Jap anime characters wear. I wonder where she even got that from..Singapore imports garbage? Woah, a higher level of free trade I suppose?
The biggest turn off was that she wasn't even cute or pretty or hot or anything, or in Alternate Caps Language - kAWaii~~, sO cHiOs, dAmns HoTs sIa (ok, so I'm not that good at that). She was basically plain, and that's just an understatement. And c'mon, if you dress like you were auditioning for Winter Sonata 2, and expect to look
cool while prancing about Orchard, I must say good luck to you. You/You will stink of arm pit sweat. Ok ok I get it..so you think black radiates heat and you will feel/look hot no? Yes, no. Definitely not the latter. Anyway, I wonder who ever wears black in Winter Sonata. Got to ask my mum.
Anyway, all 4 of them were girls, and one of them was rather good looking. Her hair kind of reminded me of Naima, one of the hottest girls on that Top Model show on channel 5. But that's beside the point. The point is this is Singapore, not LaLa Land, and anybody not dressed in standard attire like T-shirt and jeans/normal girl's clothes will be looked upon as ETs, schizos, posers and opposition party members. Follow the standard code and you will never go wrong. Anyway, since when was this applied to fashion only. It's just Singapore afterall. Bet the government sponsored all those 'Follow Me' commercials. (It's just a joke ok? Don't sue me.)
To the 4 goths, I appreciate and certainly
respect (hammers chest with right hand) the way you are trying to look different. If only more people could be like you. But I don' think you are gothic. Real goths paint their faces black. You didn't, hence you are labelled as a 'wannabe'. Same applies to the punks, emos, kAwAiIs and all hybrids in between, so wipe that silly smile off your face.
Yet another angsty-ridden post. Chow.
the one about nothing much in particular
I'm so starved of blogging ideas recently. I mean, tell me what I can blog about if I speak to past year A level papers everyday and step out of the house just for tuition? The number of carbon atoms on an A4 size piece of paper?
That's why I believe that blogging is a passing motion. And that happens to be the title of the page, if you haven't noticed by now. Anyway, when I say that, I mean that blogging is like, to put it mildly, clearing your bowels. To put it not so mildly, shit. Sometimes ideas flow like diarrhoea, and then you feel good about it after that because you feel fresh and ready to get on with life. Other times, ideas build up but end up clogged at your fingertips, and you can't help but feel constipated. I don't like constipation. It makes me feel fat.
I think the main purpose of this post today is just to let everyone know that I'm alive and well and still blogging. Don't be fooled by the frequency of updates. I'm always here, just that I blog only when I feel like blogging, just so I can maintain the quality of my posts, not as if there was any to speak of in the first place.
Ok, guess I'll end here today. I'll eat more laxatives and come back again, I promise. On a side note, going to the loo is really insightful. I didn't know I was
that full of shit.
