This is what I mean by "Thousands of Girls out there!"
What People Say and What They Really Mean Episode 5The last few days had been a rather interesting one. Kept talking to short-skirt online. haha.
It's really been a long time since we last communicated. So I decided to ask...
Ong "So how was your weekend?" (Meaning: Your weekend must have sucked cos you didn't spend it with me)
Short-Shirt "Oh, it sucked. It sucked the living crap out of me. I hate weekends." (Yeah, ok. It did sucked a little without you)
Ong "Why?! I thought weekends were supposed to be exciting and fun!" (I thought you went out with another guy)
Short-Shirt "Trust me. I'll be alright on Friday afternoon, but on Saturday it just starts all over again." (I think of you the moment when I'm free)
Ong "Ok.. Maybe we could meet up again for dinner perhaps?" (Ok, I'm dating you again)
Short-Shirt "Yeah man. But I'll be damn touched if someone would appear right now and ask me out for lunch." (I'll probably marry you if you would do that)
Ong "Yeah cool. Aren't you going out to lunch yet?" (Why're you still here? I wanna go for lunch alr. So stop chatting with me!)
Short-Shirt "I am. But I'm waiting for my colleague" (I'm going out with another guy. So I'm not desperate. AND! You not the only guy going after me)
Ong "What?! You mean you're two-timing me?! Haha." (I'm jealous but I won't admit it. The "Haha" at the end somehow makes it sound like I'm joking)
Short-Shirt "Why? Are you jealous? haha" (So I hit a nerve huh. Good. Let's argue on this.)
Ong "What do you mean I'm jealous?! I just wanna kill that guy!" (Ok. Emotions getting out of control)
Short-Shirt "Ok, It's just this really old guy..." (It's just a simple lunch, really)
Ong "(I interrupted) What?! You mean I lost to an old guy?!" (Ok, I'm just being unreasonable)
Short-Shirt "Why? Are you jealous? hehe" (This is the second time I'm asking you, so you better admit it!)
Ong "Ok, I am. Haha" (In fact, I'm not. Why should I? There're thousands of girls out there!)
Ong "Anyway, Enjoy your lunch." (I bet you won't enjoy it. Cos you're not eating it with me)
Short-Shirt "I will" (Hehe. Just wanna disturb you only la. You're the only one in my heart)
The above conversation ended by lunch time.
2nd blog post for the day = Free & Easy and nobody around! 
LOVE is such a strange thing.
Some people love their job.
Some people love money.
Some people love food.
Some people… just love other people.
Love – Some people are dying to get out of it. But some would kill just to fall into it.
Some talks about love, but all that they want is the face and the body. Some say they don’t mind about not having love, but actually, all they ever wanted. Is love.
Some said they want love, but actually what they want. Is to have someone to care for them. Is caring equal to love? Must love always be equal to being caring?
Must you protect the one you love in every single thing that he or she does? Does accompanying your loved ones mean you love them? Does saying “I Love You” to your loved ones really touch them in their hearts? Do you even know what is “I love you” in the first place?
Is love born out of hate? Or is hate born out of love? It is when you love that person so deeply, that when he or she turns his back on you, you become overwhelmed by hatred.
Yet, it is when you hate someone so deeply, that you yourself yearn for his/her understanding. Because to hate a person, is just as tiring as loving a person. Somehow, I don’t know why I’m writing this and I don’t want to know.
This world is not fucked up. The ones who’re fucked up are those who thinks that this world is fucked up. The world is never unfair. Time is not the best healer of all wounds. You are the best healer yourself.
The past never haunts you, but rather, you haunt the past. You keep replaying the scenes of separation, dejection and regression in your head. You run away, only to come upon another high wall of the prison in your heart.
Walk out like a prisoner who just got released. Walk out proudly and don’t look back. Take the first step out and the rest will just follow.
You’re got to break the wall and take the first step out. You’ve got to do it. Do it now.
Yeah! A picture nicely taken: The couple pouring the champagne! hehe. The guy's my cousin. Damn handsome right.. His wife also quite pretty la. haha. Perfect couple!
汤圆 Represents: 团团圆圆
Rain Rain Rain again...
Rain Rain Rain...
The nice little wedding gift and my glass of Red Wine! hehe...
Aiya! Over-exposed... Too Bright... Take again!
Ahh.. Just right.. But a bit dark. Wishing the couple eternal marital bliss...125th Post and still ongoing.
Rain, rain rain...
Was on the way to the restaurant where my cousin's wedding dinner is held, but it was raining more than cats and dogs. I suppose it was raining elephants and hippopotamus. It was such a heavy rain that I couldn't even see what's in front of the windscreen, much less to mention, the driver.
But he's quite professional la. Can speed up and slow down at the right time, so we can get to the destination on time.
The dinner was a little boring at first, didn't notice any pretty girls. haha. All the old women one. All my father's auntie lei! That means they're like what? Same age as my Ah ma. 80+ haha. But then the good thing is, after all these old aunties enter, their grand daughter followed! Whoo hoo!
The game begins! But none of my age one la. So just look only lo. hehe. All the xiao mei mei, I think at most sec 3 only. So... not my type. hehe. The good thing is, my cousin’s friends all there lo! Then got his classmates and all. Quite good-looking la, but they’re all older than me. =( Sianzz…
Yup, nobody got hurt yesterday night. No hearts broken, no preys killed. The chick magnet decides to repel whatever was coming his way, even the toilet trap. Yes, I saw this really pretty lady standing by the door waiting for her cousin. (Well, if you’re there, most likely everyone can turn out to be your cousin, someone whom you don’t even know existed in the first place! Just like this lady lo. Haha.)
There’s nothing much to say la. Well, let the pictures do the talking!
Ok, I'm lifting him!
Let's try again, with better teamwork this time round...
Up! Ok, relax...
Yeah! We did it!
Lt. Ridwan and his "One-minute left" assistant. haha.
Ok, stretcher must fold this way... then that way... then...
This way... that that way...
May: Haiya, I cannot take it anymore! I'll show you how to do it la!
Oh no! We're all gonna die!!
Aiya! Cheung Weng! Time to slim down a bit liao... NG! Again,again!!
The stretcher must fold like that...
Getting ready to be carried!
Finally done!
Ta-da! This is all that you're going to use for the Improvised stretcher!
Ring...~~!!!
Shut that alarm, man... I shouted.
"Yang ah! Wake up already! Otherwise you'll be late!"
I can't believe my mum's saying I'm going to be late for SJ. Normally she will heck care about me going for SJ late one. haha. But anyway... I woke up at about 6.45... then reached CCK at about 7.25. Haha. Sent a msg to Ken before I even reach CCK. Bluff him say I reach!
Punk'd, Ken!
Ok, so he reached the station and alighted from the bus. But I immediately turned away when I saw him alighting with.. *Er-hmm* Ok. Dun disturb them ma. haha.
Then after that went to Kranji to take bus to the Yishun Fire station lo!
Fire-fighting was a real interesting business. Didn't know that the station would be situated in the middle of an industrial area. haha. Everything's quite cool la. See so many slides and all the gross things that the video was showing. Didn't feel anything that really made me wanna puke.
I'm like... It's true de video ma. It's war and war is cruel. Ya. But the highlight is dumping all the cadets into groups of 8 and then putting smoke all over the place. Panic, panic. haha. Everybody kan chiong sia.
"1 minute left!" the guy shouted. Everybody shout somemore lo. haha. I think in a real fire situation, everybody will just sit down and cry. haha.
But after that something even more interesting. We went to try and put out a real fire! hehe.
Nobody dare to try and put out fire. All noobs. =P No offence, but nobody volunteer lei.. So I was like, "Ms Ratna, can I go first?"
"Ok, after you Sir Ong go, you all will be going!" She said.
Yeah! I'm going to put out a real fire! Yeah!
It was quite easy ba. Just remember the following steps...
P - Pull the Trigger
A - Aim
S - Squeeze
S - Sweep
and... Ta-da! All done! Fire extinguished.
Easy easy. Enjoyed the day. Good one.
Thanks, Lt Ridwan! And your team too!
Went to the Mind Cafe near Paradiz Centre after Graduation to celebrate. Damn cool lei. Got alot of games. Here's the Mona Lisa's game Poster. haha.
Clue - Simpson
Long Receipt - Ken! All because of ur $2 travel pillow, can you believe it?
My Dream Car - The Lamborghini
Lamborghini Pic 2. haha. Notice the Eye?!
3rd post for the day = Damn bored in Office. haha.
Korean Cold Noodles in Soup
This recipe should be started a day ahead, as the soup has to be chilled in order to remove all traces of fat. It would be a good idea to make more than is immediately needed and freeze the stock for future use.
Serves 4.
Soup
500 g/1 lb shin beef or brisket in one piece
1 beef knuckle or soup bones (beef ribs)
30 g/1 oz fresh ginger, sliced
3 cloves garlic, peeled
4 spring onions (scallions)
2 tablespoons Korean soy sauce
20 whole black peppercorns
1 tablespoon vinegar
For serving
300 g/10 oz buckwheat noodles
2 hard-boiled eggs, halved
8 thin slices nashi fruit or firm pear
12 thin slices chilled cooked beef
thin slices of pickled white radish
hot mustard (optional)
Put all the soup ingredients into a large pan, add 3 litres (6 pints) water and bring quickly to the boil. Lower heat, partially cover with lid and simmer for 3 hours, skimming top frequently. Pour through a fine sieve and chill until surface fat is firm enough to remove. Taste and adjust seasoning. Chill the beef.
To serve: Cook buckwheat noodles as described in previous recipe. Arrange noodles in four large, deep bowls. Korean bowls are straight-sided and hold quite a lot of soup. Pour chilled soup over the cold noodles, and garnish with hard-boiled eggs, nashi or firm pear, sliced beef and pickled radish. Mustard may be offered as a relish. Add a bit of Kimchi to spice things up!
One day when I woke up, I realised that you’re no longer by my side.
That you thought I didn’t want you to be the mum of my kids.
The thought of losing you is too much to bear, not to mention about the fact that I’m going to lose you forever. If there’s a chance for me to explain myself, I suppose a hug and a kiss to the forehead would be sufficient.
But how many “if”s can one have in his life? Not many. Probably not even one.
The route to growing up is a tough one. You can only move forward in life. Mistakes are committed, admit it and move on.
The thought of you in his arms just irks me. It may sound like I haven’t got over you. But it really irritates me whenever I think of you…and him. I don’t want my love to turn into hate. I don’t want things to turn out this way.
“It’s not that our love died, it just never really bloomed. We didn’t really die, we just didn’t have the chance to grow. I can’t let go of you”
I still could not figure out how our 2 and a half year-long relationship terminated with just an SMS. Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe it’s yours. Maybe we’re not wrong. We’re just not suited for each other.
“擦干了眼泪
我不要安慰
日子会过去才对
都是黑咖啡
苦得让我今晚不能入睡
不想活在重播的情节
你知道我想着谁
虽然梦想难免被现实打碎
on my way”
I just realised, I’ve done writing in many forms but not in the persona if a non-living object. Ok, I shall start with my PSP.
My PSP’s views of me:
Every morning I’ll wake up at about 7.35am… That’s when he’s getting ready for work. Well, well. First up, I’ll be showing him the games on the Universal Media Disc (UMD), then he would always scroll to the MP3 column and selected the first song on the menu.
What?! Techno! Come On… “The Book Is On The Table” is like the really passé type of techno, man… Maybe I should mix up the menu, so he will listen to a new song. But given his lazy self, I suppose he can’t be bothered to scroll to his favourites, which is in the last few of the menu.
So he plays that Ah Beng Techno song, plugs the earpiece into his ears, then bids goodbye to his Dad and Mum. Locks the doors, pulls out his keys and goes down the stairs. The thing I hate about him is that he always puts me in the bag with his other documents; like files, work sheets, pencil box and the strange-looking green pencil box-like thing.
Then as he walks, everyone in the bag will be crashing into one another. “Ouch! That’s my toe!” I shouted.
Then the pencil box will shout back, “You don’t have a toe, remember?!”
Then I thought, “Ya, I really don’t have one!” But it’s ok, just stop crashing into me, man. Then suddenly, I feel something pressing against the bag. “I’m squashed….!” I shouted.
It’s him holding the bag closer to his body. “Oh nnnnnoooooo……!”
It’s too late. Everything starts crashing in all directions. “Thump!” “Thud!” “Boom!” Everything’s in a mess. What the hell’s happening?! Earthquake or what?!
Then I realised, he must have discovered that the train was arriving, so he had to make a dash for it. It must have been the case. It’s so dark in the bag and everything’s in a mess. I know it’s in a mess even though I can’t see anything. He should install some light in here, man!
Eventually he slows down. Must have boarded the train already. He opens up the bag and “AH…..!!!! It’s so bright!!!” The light is really blinding. Nevertheless, he took me out of the bag, stops the MP3 and starts the game, “Burnout Legends”.
Then it’s all the playing of games… Sometimes I really wonder, is he that good with a real car anot?
Suddenly the train jerks. “Ah…!!!” He let go both of his hands on me and I thought to myself. “I’m gonna die again?!?! Nnnooo!!”
The last time he dropped me from the washing machine down to the floor. Though the fall didn’t kill me, I was “hospitalized” at the repair shop for three weeks and I can guarantee you, it’s a place that any PSP would not want to be there.
Once you enter that place, it’ll scare the PSP out of you.
There’s like body parts everywhere and the technician is like some psycho serial killer going around dismembering PSPs.
Coming back… I’m still on the story of me falling from my owner’s hand. “Aaaahhhhh…….!!!!” I continue shouting. Suddenly, I feel a tug at the feet. It’s the PSP strap that Choon Siong gave him! Phew! It saved my life (and his money).
Full of surprises, I would say. Just when I thought I was about to die, I was saved.
Anyway, on the trip to his office, it’ll be such leisure. Sometimes I would see some of my cousins on the hands of other people, then occasionally I would see some hot pink PSP… “Whew, Whit!” I whistled. Hehe. “Hey Lady! How’re you?”
I suppose that’s the only same thing in common I have with my owner. We all like beautiful things. Hehe…
Please... Some things you can't hide. I realised I sort of have the ability to "read" another person's mind, without him or her telling me what is happening. I can even do so without having to see the person.
Incident 1About 2 years ago, Jiamin (the girl whom I was about to.... when Brandon called.) was hospitalised due to an accident. It so happened that she just woke up from an operation and saw the SMS I sent to her on the same day.
My heart shattered when I saw that her leg was in a cast and eyes were red, obviously from the crying due to the pain she had to endure. She's that special.
Incident 2Sir Derrick's Dad passed away also about a few years back. I was the Chief Coordinator of the first Internal FAC of KSJ. I phoned him twice. On the first day when his Dad was admitted and on the first day at his Dad's wake.
Always there to offer my condolences.
Incident 3I wanted to send Sarah home on one of her days when I was still selling bedsheets at Toa Payoh. My phone's batt was flat. So she had to exit from the back door - which I don't even know where is it - because staff cannot exit through the front door, which I never understood why...
So I waited and waited.. I also dunno what made me walk and in which direction... Some how I was quite far away from NTUC, but when I turned round the corner, there she was.
It's all Farted. Erm... I mean.. Fated. hehe.
Incident 4It's my internship and I decided to have a recce before I start work. So without really checking out a decent map, I went. I didn't even know which exit to get out from the station. I just walked. Somehow up the escalator, to Harbourfront. Then up the escalator again, to the second storey. Walked out of the exit near Subway restaurant.
Across the overhead bridge, I continued my walk across Harbourfront Tower One and Two until I saw the name of the building - which is where my office is situated. How did I get here? Instinct. Something in-born. Something I can't explain.
Incident 5May's the designer for this issue of the newsletter - And I'm very thankful for that. Thanks May. I think it's alot of shit job, but hang in there!
Well, coming back. May was working on the layout for this issue of FAK (1st Half 2007) on her mum's laptop. Then her mum brought it overseas. Die. Then I happened to talk to her online and asked her about the progress. Then she told me about it.
Today when I was looking at her blog, it read like this...
<<<
IM BACK!
my mum brought her laptop with her overseas...
and i dont know how to break the news!
)))))):MAYKOH(:
4:26 PM
>>>
The time that she posted this, I didn't know about anything.
SummarySo it's an ability - or a gift, rather - which I am very grateful for. Thanks Dad, Thanks Mum. Thanks for giving this special ability. Hehe.
I don’t know how to say anything on this day… It’s your birthday and I must admit it still pains me. If a picture speaks a thousand words, these pictures won’t be enough to represent what I want to say…
My Dad's uniform~!
Well, finally got time to upload my pictures taken via the Mobile Phone.
That time celebrate my Dad's birthday at Jurong East, went to eat Pizza Hut. that time just nice, got NS 40 exhibition there. haha. Ok. Enjoy!
How an executive would describe a girl
Your heart is pounding as she walks past you. Even though she’s not walking towards you, you could almost feel the aura. Every step that she makes, is gentle as a cat crawling up to her prey.
Her black top mischievously drapes over her, revealing her shoulders. “Perfect skin” you thought to yourself. The exact depiction of goddess is right before your eyes. As she continues to walk forward, you stand at where you are, totally mesmerized by her beauty and speechless, even though you don’t intend to say anything.
Though her hair is not tied up neatly, it just seems to enhance her beauty somehow. Her eyes, looking ever-so-confident of herself, like a model on the runway. Her pursed lips looking so soft, that any man would find it hard not to imagine kissing it.
You feel like continuing your work, but your eyes were so stuck on her. You realised, she’s put on the perfume that every man would like his woman to put on; the Armani Code 2.5 oz by Georgio Armani – the fragrance for ultimate seduction.
You want her to be your girl. You know she is the one. You know she is… the receptionist!
How an Ah Beng would describe a girl
I’m so going to nose-bleed! Wa lao. This girl damn chio. The shirt ah, whoa, damn good sia. Less cloth, more flesh. Haha. Can see her sexy shoulders.
She walk in front of me when I was packing the files la. Table damn messy, so I a bit paiseh also. But hor, she look a bit cocky also, head is like looking up la, body posture also very upright. Like a very clever woman. Not like the usual ah lian we see at the Kopitiam.
Then hor, her hair ah, even though a bit messy, tie up like the rooster’s buttock like that. But she still look damn chio. I think she look more sexy like that. Wa lao and the face, dun need to say. One look and you know she is different already. Like a supermodel like that.
The perfume also. Whoa….~ is those “men-smell-already-will-sell-their-souls-to-her” type. Whoa… I think I fall in love with her already la. Tomorrow I see her, I will go and get her number.
Set la! Receptionist! I love you!!!!!
Well, just some random writings...
As the sun climbs slowly up the hill, the first ray of sunlight shone down at the tents. But we have already gathered on the empty plains, waiting for the next instruction. The previous night was basically a night spent in hell.
The enemies retreated, but it was a costly battle. Who would have expected our last night here to turn out to be a long one?
*Boom! Grey matter splattered onto the wall. A hole had been made in the head of our commander. There is no time to be shocked.
"Get your stuffs, boys! Get ready for battle!" I shouted. The camp woke with a jump start amongst a rain of bullets that were spraying on us! It's an ambush. "Kill 'em...!" Our men were charging forward. But it was strange. Why is it that the enemies are not advancing? If they are here to take us down, why are they not charging at us?
It was too late. The first few men who ran outside got blown to bits. "Fuck!" land mines were already planted outside our camp and we walked right into it!
"Mayday! Mayday! Air support, NOW!" Mat screamed into his walkie-talkie. A bullet hit his arm. The phone fell onto the ground. Our buddies were falling one by one and it was virtually impossible to see where the attackers are. One hit to the head. Snipers.
"Get into shelters! They've got fucking snipers all around!" I yelled as I dragged Mat into the medic's tentage. It was chaos all inside. Blood was everywhere on the ground and medics were scrambling all over.
A corporal was hit in the thigh and his lips were pale. It was obvious that he was really shocked by this whole episode. "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" he shouted as he held onto the medic's arm. "Save me!"
Pte Tan walked into the tentage looking restless. "I saw Lim gotten blew up! Right before my eyes! We're going to die! We're all going to die! As he walked around the tentage, he kept repeating the same line. But there was something unusual about him. Blood was flowing out of his ears, nose and the corner of his lips. His face was flushed.
Suddenly he collapsed to the ground after coughing up blood. A medic rushes over to perform CPR on him upon the ceasing of his breathing and pulse. But once he located the landmark and did the first compression, blood sprayed out of the casualty's mouth like water being squeezed out from a balloon. His body was as soft as a spongecake. The impact from the blast must have shattered his internals.
At the other end, a sergeant grabbed his rifle as he approached the exit, "I'm going to kill those bastards!"
By this time, a lance corporal stopped him. "Are you going to get yourself killed?! You'll be dead meat the moment you step out of here, you get it? Dead Meat! Just like a dead cow!"
By this time, the familiar sound of the fighter jets came ringing above our head. *phew, boom!* Bombs landed. lighting up the hills. A familiar voice came through the talkie. "We've got it settled. Sorry we're a bit late"
The soldier who got shot in the thigh had died from excessive bleeding. Many more were blown to pieces or already got a hole in their head. We got out from our tents. The medics plugged their dog tags from the bodies as they held back their tears.
It's already 6.30 in the morning. The planes are coming to fetch us. I heard a soldier whispering in his shaky voice, to a dogtag in his hand, "We're going home, buddy. We're finally going home..."
Whoa, fingers aching man. Finally sent the command list over to my dear AC team commander. My mum was like "you siao ah? type so fast!" Was a bit shocked that they're joining the Mock FAC. last minute typing the commands I got from Simin.
Thank you very much, CSM. I owe you one.
Sometimes decisions just get made without making any decisions. So keeping it in silence is not the right thing to do.
night falls and blog post ends here.
COMMAND LIST AS FOLLOWS:
- Squad, sedia
- Squad, dari kiri cepat jalan
- Kanan belok
- Squad, memberi hormat masa berjalan, ke kanan hormat (on LEFT)
- Squad, bergerak ke kanan, dalam satu barisan, kebelakang pusing (on LEFT)
- Berhenti (on LEFT)
- Squad, menghadap kehadapan, ke kiri pusing
- Squad, ke kanan lurus
- Squad, pandan kehadapan pandan*
- Squad, DIAM
- Commander report
- Nombor lima, keluar baris*
- Squad, bergerak ke kiri, dalam satu barisan, ke kiri pusing
- Squad, bergerak ke kanan, dalam satu barisan, ke belakang pusing
- Akan menghadap kebelakang, ke kanan pusing
- Akan menghadap kehadapan, kebelakang pusing
- Squad, tiga langkah ke kiri, gerak
- Squad, merusuk ke kanan, gerak
- Berhenti (on RIGHT)
- Squad, lima langkah kehadapan, gerak*
- Squad, tiga langka kebelakang, gerak*
- Squad, bergerak ke kanan, dalam satu barisan, ke kanan pusing
- Dari kiri, cepat jalan
- Squad, bergerak ke kiri, dalam satu barisan, kebelakang pusing (on LEFT)
- Pandang ke kanan, pandang (on LEFT)
- Pandang kehadapan, pandang (on LEFT)
- Squad, bergerak ke kanan, dalam satu barisan, kebelakang pusing (on LEFT)
- Pandang ke kiri, pandang (on LEFT)
- Pandang kehadapan, pandang (on LEFT)
- Squad, memberi hormat masa berjalan, kehadapan hormat (on LEFT)
- Squad, tukar langkah masa berjalan, tukar langkah (on LEFT)
- Squad, bergerak ke kanan, dalam satu barisan, ke belakang pusing (on LEFT)
- Squad, memberi hormat masa berjalan, selaku menerimah barang, kehadapan hormat (on LEFT)
- Squad, memberi hormat masa berjalan, selaku serah barang, kehadapan hormat (on LEFT)
- Squad, tukar langkah jalan, pelahan jalan (on RIGHT)
- Squad, bergerak ke kiri, dalam satu barisan, kebelakang pusing (on RIGHT leg in the air)
- Squad, akan menghadap kebelakang, dalam satu barisan, ke kiri pusing (on RIGHT in the air)
- Squad, bergerak ke kiri, dalam satu barisan, ke kanan pusing (on RIGHT)
- Squad, tukar langkah jalan, cepat jalan (on RIGHT in the air)
- Squad, disebelah ke kanan, jadikan squad dan berhenti, jadikan squad (on RIGHT)*
- Squad, bergerak ke kanan, dalam satu barisan, kebelakang pusing (on LEFT)*
- Dari depan, cepat jalan
- Dari kanan, tukar haluan ke kanan dan berhenti, kekanan tukar (on LEFT)
- Akan menghadap kehadapan, kebelakang pusing*
- Baris akan mara untok di-perhatika, samula, dari tengah, cepat jalan
- Squad DIAM
- Commander report
- Nombor lima, masuk baris
- Squad, bergerak ke kiri, dalam satu barisan, ke kiri pusing
- Dari kanan, cepat jalan
- Squad, bergerak ke kanan, dalam satu barisan, ke belakang pusing (on LEFT)
- Memberi hormat masa berjalan, ke kiri hormat (on LEFT)
- Dari kiri, kiri belok
- Berhenti
- Squad, senang di-ri
Sometimes a blog can cause so much problem, that you cannot say the things you want.
The internet is so huge and you have found corners to dump your unhappiness, a place to keep you happiness, a place to throw your tantrums, a place... you write about your live.
But somehow, some people cruelly dug up all your information and started spreading it around.
Imagine what it'll kill:
- Your budding love?
- Your friendship?
- Your job?
- Your family?
- Your cadet's perception of you?
- Your family ties?
- Your relationship with everyone around you?
- Or worse still... you.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
I've decided that this blog monitoring thing would come to a stop for me. I've deleted all the bookmarks from my comp.
I've stop visiting your blog.
So stop visiting mine.
Thanks.
Office Worker’s encounter on the train
So every morning, when I go take the train for work, I would see this girl waiting for her friend. Carrying a laptop pouch-like thing on her hand, with a sling bag, she looks like a Poly student.
Big round eyes, hair that is slightly longer than shoulder length and clad in her T-shirt and shorts, wearing her slippers. Wonder which poly she’s studying at, man. Haha. But I couldn’t care less. I have to reach my work place by 8.30 and there was no way that I could stay back and watch which “friend” is she waiting for.
So I got up to the end of the platform to wait for the train. From afar, I could see a familiar figure walking towards me, coupled by another taller unknown figure. It’s her! I can’t really see who the taller figure is, but I was relieved, because this person obviously has long hair. “Confirm girl”, I told myself. So she’s single, I suppose, at least up till this moment, I can still assume that.
The good thing is, she’s going towards Jurong East! That means she’s not studying in NYP. Haha. So I was observing la. She got off at Jurong and boarded the train towards Pasir Ris. Hmm~ Not going towards Boon Lay? Can’t be a university student also.
Don’t tell me… Yup. She alighted at Dover. Damn! First year student. How did I know? Cos number one, I haven’t seen her before for the past three years in my poly. Number two; I only started seeing her at my station after my internship has ended, that means the start of a new semester. Both leads to the same conclusion. She’s a year one student.
I must say she’s quite my type la. Well-tanned. Not too fat, not too skinny. Has that guai guai look, a bit lian in terms of dressing; but I don’t mind. Haha.
Ok. Will go and talk to her when I see her tomorrow morning. Haha. Some things you don’t try, you never know. Even if I fail; Something you don’t try again, you never if there’s a change! Haha.
This is really old school.
It's Captain Planet!!! The song as follows;
Earth!
Fire!
Wind!
Water!
Heart!
GO PLANET!
With your powers combined I am Captain Planet!
Captain Planet, he's our hero,
Gonna take pollution down to zero,
He's our powers magnified,
And he's fighting on the planet side
Captain Planet, he's our hero,
Gonna take pollution down to zero,
Gonna help him put us under,
Bad guys who like to loot and plunder
"You'll pay for this Captain Planet!"
(chanting)
We're the planeteers,
You can be one too!
'Cause saving our planet is the thing to do,
Looting and polluting is not the way,
Hear what Captain Planet has to say:
"THE POWER IS YOURS!!"
Law by LawThanks, Audrey. That comment was really motivating.
Anyway, just saw some comments left by the viewers. haha. It's quite a good thing that people are leaving behind comments; so I know what are their feelings la.
Anyway, commenting on my blog is fully allowed, I suppose. Or maybe you have to log in or something.
I mean, sometimes I just shoot my mouth off la. I know I can be very mean in my use of words and can make you just wanna say "I wish i had a knife so I can stab this guy". Haha. That's me.
But I suppose it's alright as long as I stay within the legal boundaries. Well, I suppose learning a little bit about law back in school is really useful when it comes to every single thing I do in life.
Because as Singaporeans; we are law-abiding citizens!!
Haha.
How to make it on time to the office (if you’re an office worker)
Episode One – By train.
It’s the rush hour and everybody’s rushing to working. So to survive this crazy rat race, you’ve got to pick up the following survival skills;
Skill One:
Cut into the line why people are queuing up to zap their EZ-Link and act like you’re in a rush. Walk and then don’t turn back once you enter into the station.
Skill Two:
The train has already arrived in the station and you know you’re not going to make it. So to ensure that the rest are as late as you are; stand on the right side of the escalator and pretend to look for your Ipod in your bag. Don’t take it out until you reach the end of your escalator ride. Then pretend to have an expression to say “Aiya, damn it. I wished I had noticed the train and had not blocked your way” when the people behind you stare at you for blocking their way. Fake that apologetic face. Like how you looked when your teacher scolded you and then once you’re out of the class, you puncture his car tyres!
Skill Three:
Stand behind the yellow line or maybe even behind the crowd when the train is coming into the station. Once the door opens, rush in like a rugby player running for the finishing line. The people in front are the members of the opposing team. They’re going to slow you down. So you just push your way through.
Skill Four:
Unless you can find a seat, which is highly unlikely, if you notice there’s an empty space by the sides of the door, stand there! After all, no point moving in and then have difficulties trying to move out later, right? *Here’s a trick. Maybe there’re already people staring at you at this moment. But stand proud, soldier. You’re doing nothing wrong. You’re just trying to board the train!
Skill Five:
So now you’re on the train and on your way to the office. Well, I suppose it’s a boring journey there; so I suggest that you take out the papers and start reading. Remember the boss telling you that you should be reading more news to keep yourself updated? This is the chance! Open your papers widely on a crowded train. No embarrassment about that! Shame on those of them who’re not reading and sleeping away on the train! What a waste of time!
Skill Six:
Well, if you did not manage to get the “window seat” or rather “window standing position” ie. the sides of the entrance and very unfortunately, you’re in the middle of the train carriage, then you hear your destination station’s name being announced over the radio. “Outram Park Interchange”.
There’s no time to waste. It’s now or never. You know you only have about another 10 mins left to reach the office at harbourfront. If you miss this station, you’re going to be late. Shout. Yes, shout. “Skews me!! Skews Me!!!” (excuse me) If that guy in front is listening to his Ipod, tap him on the back and stare at him then “lip-talk” saying “EXCUSE ME!” without making a sound. Then he will move.
Oh shit! Only about 2 seconds left before the door closes. “Doors closing. Beep Beep Beep Beep!”
You manged to squeeze through the massive crowd in the train and alight; like how an auntie can push her shopping cart around freely amongst the masses in the market.
The North-East Line
Skill Seven:
There’s no time to waste. You walk faster and faster towards the North East Line. You know that there’s only about 2 minutes for you to walk there before the train arrives. 2 minutes is more than enough actually, even for an old grandma. But this is different. It’s 8.20am in the morning and there are more people in this tunnel then ants crawling in their holes. How to push your way through?
Put on a stern “I’m late for work. Don’t bump into me.” face. Then walk briskly. There is no need to run, because you can’t run far anyway. Even if someone bumps into you, don’t bother to look back. Turning back your head to stare at the person will make you lose those precious milliseconds when you need to run into the closing train doors. Don’t even silently curse the person in your heart. It’ll slow your steps. Walk. Just walk briskly.
Skill Eight:
Don’t take the escalator. There are bound to be some people standing on the right side of it, hogging the way. So don’t bother. Just take the steps. Burn more calories. Afterall, you’ve got the whole day to sit in the office and recover from your “morning exercise”.
Skill Nine:
You’re just about five steps away from the closing door. The light above the doors are flashing. You have about two and a half seconds. Make a dash for it. When you’re slightly closer, Jump! Leap forward. Be sure to tuck ur legs closer to your body and curl into a ball. You don’t want to have your legs trapped between the doors, do you?
Skill Ten:
Thump! You land on the train floor and the door closes about 2 millimeters behind you. Stand up gracely and raise both your hands into the air like a gymnast completing his round in a competition. If you’re lucky, the commuters inside might even clap and cheer for you.
Skill Eleven:
By this time you should be perspiring from all the action. Take out a piece of tissue paper and wipe off your sweat. You have about 5 minutes to rest. But make sure you stand in front of the door which will be directly facing the escalator when you alight at Harbourfront.
Skill Twelve:
Before you know it, the train stops and the door opens. Run, buddy! Run! Run for the escalator like the enemy of the state and having all the rest of the commuters hot on your heels. Be the first guy to tap your EZ-Link and get out of the station.
Skill Thirteen:
Don’t slack. By this time you have about four minutes left to reach the office. You make a right turn immediately after you tapped your EZ-Link card, without looking at the well-tanned babes standing by the sides, waiting for their friends to go to Sentosa. “What a waste!”, you tell yourself. But there’s no time to be distracted. You run and run.
Skill Fourteen:
You see nobody at the escalator leading up to harbourfront. “Great!” With the help of the escalator, you’re glad that you don’t have to run. You don’t save much of a time by walking up an escalator. But you know you’re going to save some bit of energy. The moment you hit the top; you make a mad rush for the escalator leading up to the second level at Harbourfront, before running towards the exit near Subway. You continue to run across the link bridge. Another escalator going downwards. There you are, HarbourFront Tower One!
Skill Fifteen:
But that’s not your destination! You must have learnt some “Qing Gong” from the Chinese Kung Fu movies, because you realise, you’re flying rather than running. Past HarbourFront Tower Two and finally, you reach Keppel Bay Tower. You heave a sigh of relieve. I’ve got one and a half minute left to 8.30am!
Skill Sixteen:
You pressed the lift button and the lift door opens. You scanned your access card and pressed the “17th floor button”. The door was about to close when some idiots pressed on the lift button and the door opened once again. One minute and seven seconds left! Then there is this surge of people entering the lift. You’re hoping that you’ll see the receptionist again. But she didn’t appear. The people began scanning their cards and hitting almost all the buttons in there. It’s like someone had tripped and fall and accidentally hit all the buttons. The lift door finally closes. 59 seconds left.
Skill Seventeen:
Finally everyone gets out of the lift and you’re the last person to get out of the lift. You look at your watch and to your horror, find that you’re left with 5 seconds. Like a cop in Virtua Cop 3, you leapt out of the lift and flick your access card at the card reader, like Zoe Tay in “The Unbeatables”. “Beep!” the card was read. Access granted. “Thump!” you land on the floor.
Skill Eighteen:
You get up from the floor, picked up your access card and looked at your watch as you make your first step into the office. “8:29:59” was the time on your watch. “Good Morning!” you greeted as you walked past your colleagues from the other departments.
Then you tell yourself, “I’m such a wonderful person. Always on time.”
Another day survived.
I LOVE NLB.
Below is an excerpt of an Email exchange that I had with a staff from NLB.
Basically a story went like this. I borrowed a story book entitled "The good guys". Then on the due date, 8 April 2007, I didn't wanted to renew the loan of the book, but I have not finished reading it.
Then I saw another copy of the book with the same title. So I returned that first copy and borrowed the second copy and returned the first. But something seems to be wrong, because they sent me a letter a few weeks back, saying that I have not returned the book.
So I called them up and they told me I have returned the second copy that I just borrowed and kept the first copy I borrowed. I was like, the is utter rubbish! The first copy looks so brand new, can. The second copy was like "Giam Chai" like that lor. Even blinds can differentiate!! **no offence to the visually impaired pals**
But it's true!
So upon learning this horrible "truth" I went down immediately to the Bukit Batok Community Library to return. But then a few days later when I checked my status online, that book is still on loan under my name! By this time there's already this hail of Emails going back and forth.
They can assume it's my fault somemore! What do you mean by if I can find it at home or if I had lent it to my friends or relatives! I
RETURNED it!
I don't wish to comment, but the following is an excerpt. Find out more for yourself.
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Dear Mr Tan,
I appreciate your effort in replying to this Email. I can confirm with you that the book has already been returned to Bukit Batok Community Library, because I clearly remembered that I purposely made a trip down to the library to return that particular book.
I understand that there might have been an extensive search from your side to locate the book. I hope that this incident has not caused you as much trouble as it did for me.
Thank you.
Regards,
Shen Yang
From : Ong Shen Yang
E-mail : brianong88@hotmail.com
Hp No : (Erased)
**** DISCLAIMER *****
This e-mail and any attachments thereto are intended for the sole use of the recipient(s) named above and may contain information that is confidential and/or proprietary. Any use of the information contained herein (including, but not limited to, total or partial reproduction, communication, or dissemination in any form) by persons other than the intended recipient(s) is prohibited. If you have received this e-mail in error, please notify the sender immediately and delete it.
> Subject: Re: Claimed returned of Library Book
> To: brianong88@hotmail.com
> From: jrl@nlb.gov.sg
> Date: Fri, 4 May 2007 13:02:11 +0800
>
> Dear Mr Ong
>
> With regards to the report made on 25/04/07, please note that the book
> under library membership (My IC No),
>
> 1) The good guys. (B17413486A)
>
> could not be located at either the (Library where i borrowed) or (library where I returned).
>
> The book had been cleared from your account and there would not be any
> outstanding fines incurred.
>
> Once again, I would like to seek your cooperation in doing a final check
> for the book at your home.
> If you do find the book at home, or if you have lent it to friends or
> relatives, simply return the book to any library branch.
>
> If you have any enquiries, please call me at (his telephone number).
>
> Yours sincerely,
>
> (Name of officer)
> (Designation)
> (Library Name)
>
>
>
> Brian Ong on 04/05/2007 10:00:49 AM
>
> To: PLSG Helpdesk/CC/NLB@NLB
> cc:
> Subject: RE: Id 1117564 - Re: FEEDBACK
> Office Ext.:
>
>
>
> Hi,
>
> I have not received any updates from the staff at Jurong Regional Library
> and it has been more than 7 working days. Please kindly update me on the
> progress as the fines are snowballing and I would not want to be
> responsible for that.
>
> Thank you.
>
> Regards,
> Shen Yang
>
>
> From : Ong Shen Yang
> E-mail : brianong88@hotmail.com
>
> Hp No : (Erased)
> **** DISCLAIMER *****
> This e-mail and any attachments thereto are intended for the sole use of
> the recipient(s) named above and may contain information that is
> confidential and/or proprietary. Any use of the information contained
> herein (including, but not limited to, total or partial reproduction,
> communication, or dissemination in any form) by persons other than the
> intended recipient(s) is prohibited. If you have received this e-mail in
> error, please notify the sender immediately and delete it.
>
>
>
>
> > Subject: Id 1117564 - Re: FEEDBACK
> > To: brianong88@hotmail.com
> > From: helpdesk@nlb.gov.sg
> > Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2007 19:06:46 +0800
> >
> > Dear Sir,
> >
> > Thank you for bringing to our attention on the two books that was not
> > returned to the library.
> >
> > We have forwarded your feedback to the staff at Jurong Regional Library
> to
> > investigate and they will update you
> > on the investigation in 7 working days
> >
> > Regards,
> > (name of officer number 2)
> > (name of office)
> >
> >
> >
> > on 25/04/2007 11:40:48 AM
> >
> > To: QSM NLLINE/NLB@NLB
> > cc:
> > Subject: FEEDBACK
> > Office Ext.:
> >
> >
> > Name: Ong Shen Yang
> > NRIC/FIN No: -
> > Email: brianong88@hotmail.com
> >
> > Fax No: -
> >
> > Tel No: -
> >
> > Category:
> > Library: BBCL
> > Comments:
> > Hi, I have returned a book previously, entitled "The Good Guys" at Bukit
> > Batok Community library situated in West Mall on 22 April 2007.
> >
> > However, when I did a check online, on my account, it is still stated as
> > an overdue item. I am worried that the return of this book is not
> > recorded.
> >
> > Please advice.
> >
> > Regards,
> > Shen Yang
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
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Sony by: 蔡旻佑
Song title:
我可以寄没有地址的信 Sending a letter without an address
这样的情绪有种距离 Does it feel a little distant?
你放着谁的歌曲 Whose song are you playing
是怎样的心情 How are you feeling?
能不能说给我听 Would you ever let me know?
雨下得好安静 Quietly the rain falls
是不是你偷偷在哭泣 Is it you who's crying sillently?
幸福真的不容易 Being happy, is not easy.
在你的背景有我爱你 In the background, I'm loving you.
我可以陪你去看星星 I'm willing to watch the stars with you.
不用再多说明 There's no need to say too much.
我就要和你在一起 I just want to be with you.
我不想又再一次和你分离 I don't wish to part with you ever again.
我多么想每一次的美丽 How I wish that all the beautiful things in my life,
是因为你 Is happening because of you.
幸福它真的不容易 Being happy, is not easy.
Warning: Angerd Ong ahead – Vulgar post.
Damn Dulan after seeing some cadets’ blogs. Why all so anti-SJ one. If you anti-SJ, why joined in the first place? For what you come and join?
Maybe you dun hate SJ, you just hate the people. You just hate the friends who doesn’t talk to you, the squad mates who always backstab you, the NCOs who doesn’t care about you and worse of all, officers who always tells you not to blog.
“We mean you well…” or “We care for you…” These words should have been repeated umpteen times in movies and all. But it’s the overuse of these words which really kills the meaning of the sentence. It really irritates me. Really.
“What’s the point of us telling them? Let them get whacked once; then they will know the consequences” my friend said. “Why’re you still stuck with ur CCA? 8 years already lei, brother. Somemore you’re not officer. Help already also no recognition.”
I said, “I’ve thought about giving up. Initially I came back because I wanted to see her. But when she left I thought I should leave too, cos there’s not meaning in staying behind. But I found out that I couldn’t. I’m feeling for KSJ. I belong here. I’m nothing without it.”
My friend say, “don’t bullshit, man.”
I said, “I ain’t bullshitting, man. Hell, no.”
But now I’m seeing things like “Officers say people can sue us based on what we write on our blogs. So scared sia…LOL”
WTF. You think we’re joking? Why don’t you go look up a lawyer? You think you’re safe as long as you’re in a Sec Sch? That no one can sue you? No one can touch you?! You’re wrong. Get it through your thick heads.
You pay for your own actions and there ain’t anyone who is going to help you when u need help. Your parents wanna help, but they can’t. Cos you’re on your own.
You’re on your own.
This is what I mean by "Thousands of Girls out there!"
Chicken Chop chop chop!
Chicken Chop chop chop 2
View from Vivo! Whoa, so nice. Can see Sentosa. haha
View from Sentosa to Vivo City. haha. Ok, I'm kidding. It's still at Vivo. Just a "looking back" angle. hehe.
