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[03 Jul 2009|09:33pm] |
Hohoho.
I am doing good.
WIth a lot of stuff arrowed to me.
But the best thing is probably.
2.4 is down by another 2s.
I am posting like zach.
I am going to be a good officer cadet.
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[20 Jun 2009|02:43am] |
I cannot sleep.
This feels like those nights before the A-levels where I lie in wait in anticipation and because of that my mind refuses to rest.
I guess I can afford it while I'm still out in the civilian world. In zhijun's words, my block leave has been just power. The week has been awesomely spent with sab, yelin, john, ollie, kennethpoon, jonwee, linxi, aaronlum&co.@cage, and councillors@sarahtai's. The spare moments that army spares you just has to be spent with the people you want to catch up with before they all fly away or get totally involved in their own new lives. There's just too many I wanna see and wanna talk to. About where life is leading us. About what we're going to choose in the end. About every single little thing that comes to mind.
I've been the most talkative in a very long time.
That being said, the next part of MY own life is going to unfold and shit, I can't wait. BMT was enjoyable because of the great people around me. Actually though, that's pretty what makes most of life's every section enjoyable. And though the whole world says things are only going to get siong from here, like chianfern says, we'll all make it in the end. So what makes everything different? How we make every single moment tolerable or better still, enjoyable with every single person around us.
Basically, Love all around.
Speaking of love, I love what I read today.
"The happiness which God designs for His higher creatures is the happiness of being freely , voluntarily united to Him and to each other in an ecstasy of love and delight compared with which the most rapturous love between a man and a woman on this earth is mere milk and water."
There's pretty much nothing I can say except
I want.
You know. There are a million ways to categorize people. But recently I've been dwelling on one. One that simply separates people into two groups: those who are born with immense innate talent and are incredibly gifted at whatever they want to excel in, and those who are not. And the me of now thinks that each of those groups branch out into two more groups each: those who work damn hard and those who don't give a damn about becoming better.
Let's just leave those who aren't talented and aren't bothered about it out of what I want to talk about, because I really have nothing to say about those people.
Next comes those who are geniuses and yet don't want to push themselves further. Sure, they might still get their Oxfords and OCS and millions in the future, but I'm sorry. I just can't bring myself to believe that these are the people who are going to be the leaders of our world and that we are going to progress for the greater good of everyone because of them.
Now, I have nothing but the most profound respect for those tensais who still push themselves to their limits to get better and better every single day. I have even more respect for the select fraction of them who choose to make themselves the best that they can be because that way, everyone else is going to have an even more awesome life to live. And this, in my opinion, is far greater than mere altruism. I say that because I believe that these individuals have also come to a realization that the incredible abilities that they possess are best used, and maximized to their potential when these very individuals push themselves to the ultimate to benefit those around them. This realization, coupled with the very CHOICE to do the abovementioned, ultimately makes them the cliche cream of the crop. And I think these respectable people could never have started on their journey in life without the humility of character that naturally propelled them to this conclusion.
So.
What happens to those who don't have any talents, except the very one talent to work hard in anything they do? I have a very different sort of respect for them, and this is by no means less than for the previous group. In fact, it might even be more. I briefly mentioned that humility was key to the previous group's enlightenment. Well now, imagine the amount of humble pie this last group has to swallow when he/she acknowledges that shit! I am completely, utterly noob at so much stuff that I do. Then factor in their response: WHO GIVES A SHIT I can only keep getting better at this not worse I am going to make it I am not going to lose out, and you get a beautiful equation. A person who ends up in life with a character so indomitable and so tenacious, and they usually train so damn hard in everything that they do that they become as successful as any other talented person. And I don't think the story ends there. Another portion of this group attains greater nirvana and comes to the same conclusion as the previous group: that from this point on what they can do in their power can just make EVERYONE'S life so much more liveable.
Sadly, I myself have concluded that the latter two groups are a mere minuscle minority.
Still, their very existence simply inspires me and all that I do.
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[19 Jun 2009|10:16am] |
OCS baby.
Time to be a real man.
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[15 Jun 2009|10:43pm] |
Wow another army death.
Today was another spanking good day spent with good company. I woke up in the morning to find out that everything was over by Game 5. Pity, I had expected the Magic to at least put up a fight with one more game. Then I strolled down to clarke quay for lunch with sarahchan where we ended up getting a seat next to adrianwoon and it was just weird because we couldn't really talk to each other at all while each other was around. Someone should teach us all how to act in these situations. It got even funnier cause on the table on the other side (and the tables are pretty close to each other) some older working adults were talking about how to do weights in the gym and discussing what is the best way to exercise and keep fit and I just wanted to laugh out loud because it was ludicrous. Don't tell me we end up having nothing to talk about but these things when we get older. But lunch was good. I found out a lot of stuff that I never knew and the ramen was tastier and more filling than I had expected. I like that place.
Then I dropped down to the Central National Library and spent the afternoon reading some batman and then doing some hardcore reading up on physiotherapy. It felt like mugging. I haven't read and written notes like that for a while. It was my first time there too. And walking around there all alone can be damn enjoyable cause there's no one to distract you from taking in the sights and the sounds of city hall in the afternoon. Being all alone in the 11th storey with nothing but periodicals to accompany was nice. I know nobody believes me but I speak nothing but the truth. I like that place.
Actually I like many of the places in mainland Singapore. As long as it's on the mainland.
Then back to our old Bishan to have yet another buddy dinner with my buddies jacky chenyang and kengchee! I like how we can keep our buddy line going so often. And it didn't feel really awkward to have three generations there cause we just talked about the usual stuff that people our age talk about without much silences. Sometimes it's repetitive to keep talking about unis, about the army, about school, about tests but I guess when you talk to your non-peers about it it's just different. Conversations like these make elites like us seem so shallow and myopic cause we don't really talk about other issues that everyone else talks about. But we like it that way so.
OUR BUDDY LINE IS WARM AND POWERFUL. WE HOUSE VICE-CAPTAINS WILL TAKE OVER SINGAPORE ONE DAY.
And here's a quote from Game 5 from one of the commentators:
"If Kobe comes back to at least human status, the Magic may get back in the game. But if he keeps playing like this, and his guys' making shots, there's just no hope. This guy's just too good."
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Block leave must be one of the most awesome things in the world.
The first day wednesday was spent hanging out with myself because there's always time for Me Time. Indulgence Time. Slack Time. I have a lot of other names for the Time. But I think you get the idea. Part of that time is taking my ball and going downstairs to just get it going on. I think when you're deprived of something you love for such a long time you just can't wait to go and touch it as much as you can. Not having gone a single week in school without playing at least twice in probably has something to do with it. The night was spent having murtabak and time with ollie kennethpoon and jonwee and after that going for a house visit. Just the start of a few days of seeing the same guys over and over again.
I woke up on thursday morning wondering how the MOE interview was going to go for me in the afternoon. Maybe I shouldn't have woken up at all, because it was a total disaster. I went in, got blasted, took it up face on, and went out knowing I wouldn't get it. But it didn't matter at all, cause I got to screw around with yijing and youkai for the entire afternoon in funan trying to find earphones that we could all buy, and we sure were being spastic idiots while at it. I miss being around idiots. I miss being an idiot. Now it's time to revive the idiot in everyone and be an idiot everywhere all the time again. I think it must be one of the biggest privileges in life to be an idiot and get away with it cause no one dislikes you for it. I like idiots.
Unfortunately, I don't get much practice at being an idiot because most of the time right now at the extremely young and tender age of 19 we are expected to behave an a MATURE and PROFESSIONAL manner. No matter though. I got another chance because on friday I managed to hang around angel! And the afternoon was spent trying to find a pair of jeans that I never got in the end. But it's okay. You don't get the chance to wear jeans in the army. All these are small matters. We must always stick to the important stuff. Hanging around your favourite idiots.
Like these happy boyz. Besides yelin and ali, a whole bunch of random and free councillors got together on friday night to just have some fun chilling. That, by the way, was taken in the new AIRCON council room that we as 27th laojiaos will never get to enjoy unless we take the effort to come back for random reunions and use that as an excuse to invade the room. The reunion was spent (for me) playing more ball with yelin and juanhe in the ri courts against some sec 4s. Imagine, those innocent runts who were sec 1s when we were tall and impressive PSLs are now big boys! And they weren't even from the school team and they were playing till 9pm at night when no one else is around. Impressive. They remind me of us when we were idiotic sec 4s back then. They might even be better than we were then. Got qiantu. I like.
Alright I think that's enough nonsense from me. Now we need to move on to more serious topics.
I will not hesitate to ask questions from now on. I feel that I have a right to. There comes a time in every young singaporean's life where you stop asking questions because you think that a)it makes you look stupid b)it makes you look wayang c)you can't really be bothered to because you think no one can really answer to. I have been plagued by all three delusions for the past few years and I think it's time to stop being deluded.
So is there such a thing as being over-reliant on our Lord? These past few months I've become increasingly dependent on Him to get through life daily. And it's been quite because every single day there are numerous small things that just reveal why we choose to serve Him. Why we believe in Him. Why we are completely undeserving of Him. Why some of us are completely crappy testimonies for Christ. Why Christ can be one way and why christians can be another.
But I digress. It's come to a point where I can live life so completely at ease thinking that as long as the core of my motivations, words and actions are built on what is biblical, I can relax. And I've been relaxing. But what I deem relaxing can be seen as complacency. I have thus been skipping through many so-called important procedures in secular life that everyone else except me cares about.
IS THIS WRONG?
Ah but I've just thought about what I've been thinking and I realise I don't even know the bible well enough to say that I can base my life on everything biblical. I am not listening enough. I am not seeking enough. I am not thirsting enough.
I NEED MORE.
I do not make sense.
It is okay, because I know why. It is late and I need to sleep. Goodnight.
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[12 Jun 2009|12:47am] |
Msn convos with my sister are ALWAYS THE BEST.
BASKETBALL ROCKS.
BLAKE GRIFFIN.
CALVIN AND HOBBES.
I decided I needed a few laughs today so I went to Borders and read Calvin and Hobbes. And I laughed so much I think the woman beside me was quite stunned.
One of the best strips:
"I HAVE A HAMMER!
I CAN PUT THINGS TOGETHER!
I CAN KNOCK THINGS APART!
I CAN ALTER MY ENVIRONMENT AT WILL AND MAKE AN INCREDIBLE DIN ALL THE WHILE!
AH, IT'S GREAT TO BE MALE!"
Okay if you read it now it doesn't make much sense but I find it hilarious.
Everyday is an awesome day if it's block leave day!
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[11 Jun 2009|01:50am] |
I don't think you know and I don't think you'll ever know.
But Amie always reminds me of you.
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[06 Jun 2009|10:55pm] |
Okay all you people out there.
Forget about all the ripoffs, gimmicks and scams you've heard or seen. I have a surefire way to lose all that weight. You know those before/after photos you always see? Well here's a real life example telling you here he's lost 10 kilos in 8 weeks. No pills, no machines, nothing. Best of all, you get 400 bucks every month to advertise for them.
JOIN THE ARMY.
Honestly though, I cannot guarantee that the weight loss is fat loss. Muscle mass might disappear as a side effect. This is a disclaimer.
Though I really don't believe what everyone says about the army weight loss being due to all the running. I hardly did any running. Never more than the 2.4s or the max 20 minute-long runs and maybe the one-off night training with idzhar. Or maybe I should say it's not just due to the running. If anything, I think putting the body through so much damn stress made it lose the most weight. Every single day forcing your body to get ready for anything that they can throw at you makes it that way. I'm down to 10.28. Soon to 9.44.
By the way I still have a life. It's just that it's severely constrained. I still play ball even though it's hardly with the rest. Quite frustrating how we can't meet, though it's my fault sometimes. But no matter. Got ball, got court, can play. For the first time in a long while I played with my brother. And seriously, it just astounds me sometimes how he's just a natural at almost everything he wants to pick up. Born with far more talent than I ever had in sports music whatever you name it he's got it. I've never told him that and I hope he never reads this cause it's just weird. What I have to train for a few weeks he gets in a few days can't take it sometimes man.
Yeah if you're looking for good things about army I've got one for you. It just makes you realize how damn important your family is to you. First time I actually know what the feeling of missing your home is. First time I've actually ever called my parents to talk. And the number of words I've said to my brother this year is probably more than everything I've said to him during both years in RJ. Okay maybe I'm not too sure about that but it sure feels like it.
I say that absence makes the heart fonder because familiarity breeds contempt.
Maybe, just maybe the normal human ngiam went haywire somewhere halfway in between his primary and secondary school days and stopped trying to even communicate with those who gave him life. And yeah, there are more than two. Maybe being placed in an environment where cold-blooded results were all that mattered had something to do with it. Somehow, though, the people and friends, really, friends, retained some of that warmth in that stoneheart. And when things just were too much to bear towards the end of those adolescent years that heart couldn't take it and broke and melted. It took a long while for it to form back. But here it is again and now I think I'm ready to say I'm ready to start growing up.
Though the kid in there still doesn't want me to because he missed out so much during that period. I am a damn boy sometimes in BMT but it's just so fun that way. I have no idea whether it's against the rules to grow up and still keep some of that boy in you but I hope it isn't. There's just something I find so valuable about the hecktheworld sense of wonder and joy that my boy has. And though everything else in the world (okay Singapore) screams you're already 19 grow up I want to scream back 19 is definitely not the age for a boy to become a man.
Why do we even bother trying to rush ourselves into growing up, I wonder.
Must be the extra digit you can put in the workforce. Especially important in this time of recession.
Okay la I have a lot more to say but I keep forgetting what every time I do this. The helmet must be making me dumb. That's why I screwed up my psychometric test today. Or maybe I'm just making excuses for myself.
Let me fool around for a bit more.
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[24 May 2009|01:04pm] |
The next time you see me, you'll be looking at a marksman who shaved 2 minutes off his 2.4 to 10.30, jumped further for his standing broad jump by 11 to 266, and does 13 pullups for... quite a heavy bodyweight.
You'll be looking at a proper recruit instead of a scrawny little kind who foams during training.
Okay I couldn't resist showing off a bit even though there are thousands of people who own me flat. But give me some credit, I did put a lot of effort into my training and finally it paid off. It gets pretty damn demoralizing and fatal to one's ego when the physical standards that I thought I could always achieve is actually beyond me. Stuff like low rope and running a 9.44 still confound me. Or not being able to take the fatigue while digging the shellscrape and falling out just in time to hyperventilate. It was pissing me off. To be unable to rely on your own strength to continue to push on. But that's when you realise oh ho your section is there for a reason.
TO HELP YOU DIG YOUR SHELLSCRAPE.
Okay no. To keep supporting you making sure you don't die. And that's what you do for them. And that's something I've learnt from BMT. And you can tell that I'm a product of BMT simply by observing that I've succumbed to the only-know-how-to-talk-about-army-in-army-jargon. And, like Marlow, I think that I am acutely aware that only male audiences understand and enjoy (well, they might not even enjoy) what I talk about. But no apologies are going to be made because well I don't have much to say about my BMT so far.
Except that I love my platoon mates. Seriously. And that all the lows in army life can be so easily overcome by morale-boosters like your IPPT improvements, the cookhouse food (I'm not kidding), and random things that happen in your bunk.
Okay that's quite a lot of things. To make things simple, I quite like the life in BMT. But besides that, I'm missing out on all the information in the mainland. Everyone's getting into their unis or preparing to go overseas. Or having the privilege of watching the NBA playoffs. Which I can only read about in the newspapers that I rarely get my hands on in Whiskey Coyline. And though I always want to fill up every single breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper slot meeting the people I love I've only been getting Sunday lunches recently. Not much time eh.
I miss people a lottt.
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[28 Apr 2009|10:34pm] |
This lj has been less used over the past few months. I believe it has something to do with how I've stopped thinking so much and recording what I think about. Seems like the older I grow, the more I know what I'm supposed to do and so the less I think about what else I can do because I've already started on something and there's no point doing something else. But for the first three months of the year, I was really quite glad to have been able to learn for myself how to seek God and how to let my life be an act of worship. For now it's just a matter of whether I can really keep pushing myself to follow my Lord all the way.
And it's the next phase of life which is BMT. Apparently we're the very first batch to have been able to book out on a Sunday night, so people were all surprised that I could even go online. But yes, it's difficult to even desire to keep looking around for God in an environment where hardly anyone knows what's going on. And I don't just mean the recruits. But besides that, the first two weeks have been fun for me at least. You can obviously see why too many boys don't like the army experience.
BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT MEN.
Alright just kidding. It takes time to get used to the discipline and regimentation. And it's one thing to say that and another to do it. I guess the whole test is about seeing how quickly and how well you can adapt to the complete change of environment. After a while everyone gets round to the fact that the world is not about yourself and what you think or what you want to do is completely insignificant. For a culture that forces individualism down our throats, army is a bitter medicine to swallow. And yes, it is medicine. No matter how much shit we can list about the army, it changes boys to men.
The only problem is whether they become good men.
Alright so maybe I wasn't kidding just now. I don't have much respect for those who don't even try to put in effort or make their experience at least a little worth it. I don't think those boys will ever become real men. I seldom excoriate people like this, but I don't think I'm wrong.
What makes it the most worth it though, is the people around. I think that's what makes a lot of things in life worth it. I got a good company. I got a solid, enthu platoon that adapts quickly. I got bunkmates that don't give a shit about wayanging around and focus more on what needs to be done and done in a way that gets everyone there. And when you're in the army you realise that everyone's standard of "normalcy" when judging character is more uniform. When someone does the right thing there's really no question about it. The same for the wrong thing.
So yes, I'm quite enjoying it so far. Hopefully the remaining 7 weeks will be as good, if not better.
Surprisingly, my life doesn't just comprise the army and the army only. I still have a shot at the SSC scholarship. And really. I have nothing to say about it except that my Lord rains down on me undeserved riches. They scheduled me an interview on the first friday of my confinement. Obviously, my superiors didn't budge and I was to remain confined. I thought the they wouldn't be able to postpone it and that it was a closed case. But a week later they phoned again and arranged it for tomorrow, where I would be in camp again. I didn't want to take an off so I asked whether I could have it on my bookout day instead. I was really pushing it. But behold, they dropped me a line yesterday morning and said the CEO would be free in the evening.
The end of the story is that everything went well. Leaving it into His hands every single turn of the way. Now all that's left is to wait for the good or bad news. Now there's something other than the army to think about. There were many other exciting details about it but I don't think I want to recount it on this lj so just ask if you want.
And yes, this lj is probably only going to be updated when I bookout. But I guess that's greater motivation for me to actually record something regularly cause I don't have that much of a chance to in the tekong chalet.
Celene and Lorraine are fantastic to have come all the way to White Sands when I booked out. Yelin for meeting up with me last night as well. And getting to talk to pachara online was a kick. There are just too many people that I miss being around but I guess the next few weekends can settle that. I want my buddy line outing to work out so jacky if you're reading this please do something!
Alright guard duty calls. All because I forgot to bring down my First Aid Dressing for Fire Drill.
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[13 Apr 2009|09:53am] |
I'm going to be the best soldier there ever was.
See you all.
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[28 Mar 2009|11:32pm] |
Hornets' Posey ejected from game after throwing ball at refNEW YORK (AP) -- James Posey was ejected from New Orleans' 103-93 loss to the Knicks on Friday night in the fourth quarter after throwing the ball at referee Gary Zielinski.
Zielinski called Posey for a foul on an attempted rebound with 5:46 remaining. Posey grabbed the ball and fired it at Zielinski, standing behind the baseline, and hitting him in the right foot.Zielinski quickly signaled a technical foul and threw Posey out of the game. Posey called it "a bounce pass that hit his foot that came back to me." "It goes on a lot at games, guys giving the ball back to the ref, and like I said, if I was to throw it at him, I think I've got better aim than that," Posey said. "It was a bounce pass to him. Unfortunately, he made the call and I guess he had his hands in the air, so that's why he wasn't ready."
This is the funniest shit I've read in a while.
And Big Baby is a FATASS.
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[27 Mar 2009|04:23pm] |
Wahahahaha.
I just got called by Singapore Sports Council for a scholarship interview. I think they could practically hear me smiling over the phone.
And this came after a morning with Sembawang Baptist Church and subsequently, masala tousai, mutton murtabak and telur prata at casuarina curry, topped off with an afternoon of prayer at Upper Peirce Reservoir. Who else can I thank but my Lord!
Wahahaha this is fantastic.
To think that a couple of days ago, I was contemplating whether I should shave soon because my hair is irritating. After asking around though, I thought just shaving would be a waste so I went around asking for outrageous ideas for a haircut. I had one last year. I was thinking I should do 7 spikes with the colours of the rainbow, but I figured that was just way too expensive. Someone said I should shave/dye NGIAM at the back of my head, but then someone else said everyone on the street would start calling ngiam ngiam ngiam.
Looks like all these plans won't come to fruition!
Bwahaha.
By the way, the Celtics might be my team, but this season just isn't working for them. I am quite sad that I'll be missing the playoffs. My gut feel is that the Cavs will rape the other teams though. But just take a look at the Blazers and the Bulls. The two young teams that I like a lot. And, I'm quite sure, quite a few will be liking soon too.
ALRIGHT TIME TO TURNZ IT ONZ.
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Playing at Kumyan was good again.
And on the way there, the bus suddenly stopped and the driver rushed out into a mosque.
It was funny when some woman in front said he went to the toilet.
It was even funnier when she said he does this every single day.
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There are a few things that I really don't like doing. Ironing is one of them.
And shaving just got added to my list. The past three times I've done it, I've cut myself. Irritating, to say the least. You can't even put a plaster on your face because it just looks stupid. I thought it's cause I don't get enough practice seeing how I do it so rarely but jiening says I'm just lousy.
Okay there has been a dearth of posts around this lj and I admit it, the inertia to post is getting harder and harder to overcome every single time I feel like I have something to say. It's not as if I'm busy. I think the past few years I've managed to churn out my thoughts a lot even when I was bogged down heavily at times. It's not that I don't have stuff that I want to say either. There isn't a single day when I don't think of something that I want to really put down in words. I've been learning so much.
Maybe that's why. Maybe it's just too much for me to process and then record it only when I get home. Or maybe it's cause I've been realising more and more how immature my thoughts, words and actions are and am quite embarassed to make a fool out of myself in front of everyone. It's one thing to be immature, but it's worse to know it and not be able to change it except by making more mistakes and learning more from your mistakes.
But if there's anything I've learned that gives me hope, it's that I'm still crazy young and that I can afford to make mistakes. So I guess it's good to be aware that you can still bash through things without having much implication. The emphasis is on the word much. And of course, it wouldn't make sense to just screw around with your life and affect others negatively either.
But I digress. Actually it shouldn't even matter, I don't have a main point anyway. Right now the point I want to make is I think there's a great danger for young people like me at this point of life to become extremely self-opinionated and self-righteous, especially when we enter life outside of rjc and interact with other people. I must say at this point that I believe that a heck lot of rj people will have problems interacting with the real world. No matter how much you argue against it, being in an elite environment does things to you. Bad things included. One of the most obvious cons is being much too sheltered from different mindsets from different cultures. From the same country.
But now I'm really digressing. My point is, I'm beginning to feel that I'm becoming too self-opinionated for my own good. I think part of growing up is really finding out how many weaknesses you have. And damn, do we each have so many. Worse still, The Adolescent Ages made me think that my parents and seniors had so many flaws that I was quick to criticise. Now, I'm starting to think shit! I might even become like that or worse! Nahh. Hopefully I'll have a different set of flaws than my parents. Then again, I'm not the one to choose.
Okay I haven't been very coherent. I don't think I ever was.
Fascination by Alphabeat is one spectacular happy song that I adore. The problem is, as with many of the songs I end up liking, I forgot who the most kind soul who sent it to me was.
Celene said I was very TLDR. Too long don't read. Hopefully she got all the way here.
Okay now this has just degenerated into random thoughts.
I haven't talked to pachara in a while. Nor most of my seniors. I wonder how they are doing.
Actually I haven't talked to a lot of people.
I never thought I'd see the day that I'd end up like my seniors and say that I miss school and that I want to be back in a comfortable environment where I can just break into conversation with people within a 100m radius. Then again, there are times where I just want to be alone. But yes, I am old. I'm sounding old, even. Maolin said my conversation topics are starting to sound like those coming from an old man.
I told him it doesn't help that the youngest guy in the office other than the other intern is twice my age. No offence meant. Please see and try to understand my brand of humour. I tread on dangerous lines.
Well besides that maolin also said that hanging around me is good cause I give an optimistic view of what we're going to go through. Now that's a first. I never thought of myself as optimistic. I need to hang around more guys again. Shit I really can't wait to go into the army. I need to be around boys my age. I need to be surrounded by testosterone. I am not gay. I need to go through shit together with some other guys, talk cock with some other guys, have fun with some other guys, and grow up. I need boys around me to grow up damn it. Girls I'm not so sure. Yes I'm kidding don't worry.
If you've read all the way till here congratulations for going through one of the most convoluted posts I've ever done.
Yes but now I've regained some motivation to post more again.
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[12 Mar 2009|11:43am] |
I guess it had to come sooner or later. The first sprain of my life. Kum Yan Methodist Church courts is a fantastic place. Absolutely fantastic. At our level we couldn't survive at all. Then again, most of them were 25-28, though that isn't much of an excuse.
Sprains are just spastic. Five minutes of play and I'm out. Freaking pissed. Puts a wedge into all my fitness plans. Damn itt.
But at least now I know where to go to have some good hard play from now on. With Willie Lee.
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[11 Mar 2009|12:24pm] |
Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship. Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
Perfect.
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[07 Mar 2009|05:28pm] |
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No please I just checked and I got straight Us for math throughout my whole RJ career.
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