"momma take this mask from me
i just can't wear it anymore."

"momma put my guns to the ground
i just can't shoot them anymore."

"your smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun."

Monday, December 24, 2007

the wedding


























not American Pie, sorry.








but the eternal union of two great friends.








i dunno, somehow it seemed... erm... less romantic than i expected it to be?




maybe cos the romantic part was during the church ceremony, during which i was too freakin stressed to feel anything else.








but woohoo! broke my church playing virginity.








oh but the wedding video was really really great. anyone knows where to get it?




haha i liked the panadol part...








ya and the wedding dinner was freakin fun la! here are some pics!



haha ian and luke looked dam similar...
and the sunflowers and number things were from the clean up...
congrats again to robin and pet on your marriage... wishin u guys all the best....
merry christmas u all :D








a big thank you and merry christmas

hey... this goes out to all the guys in LOM...

christmas is coming in 2 days and prob won't see u till after that, so just wanna say thanks for all the gifts and presents u have showered upon us...

i guess christmas is always a really stressful time and we feel the need to give others presents and all, and trust me, i've felt it too... haha but i'm not a really presents-ish kinda guy (call me stingy or bo chap or whatever, but ey, that's me!) so ya... i've decided not to hand out gifts from the start, so i won't change my mind cos that'lll just be doing it for the sake of doing it... haha... or maybe i'm just finding an excuse....

but really, thank you.

perhaps i don't show it, but i really do appreciate it. monica and clare for your cookies, alex for your t-shirt thingy, joycelyn for your snacks, jojo and chris for your sweets, mag for your candy canes, shermaine for your turtles, robin and pet for your squashy babies, and all the rest of u guys...

merry christmas u guys. love u all ;D

Friday, December 21, 2007

bad taste

ok i think this ad is in pretty bad taste...

i saw it on a bus stop today...

erm they quote from the Bible a phrase that uses the word "eagles", just for the sake of making an eagle seem like a "Christmas Bird"... lol...

and they can't even be bothered to state the chapter and phrase of where they get it from...

i mean, it's bad enough that Christmas nowadays is SO BLOODY commercialised and manufactured, now they're using the Bible and totally unrelated phrases to further reinforce this weak parody of Christmas, in order to capitalise on the season for more sales... that's in bad taste man...

i mean, no offence to the bird park and all, the bird park is a nice place... but this ad isn't good... pls don't sue me :D



Wednesday, December 19, 2007

confession night

hmm hmm hmm i went confession today... i penitential service at blessed sac...

why so far? well, got duty tmr, must return by tonight, camp is in the west, blah blah blah... so anw, long story short, i went to blessed sac for penitential today. and wow! the new building is up. last time i went there was for their 'fun day' in march... still had the old building and had to pee in the very horrible toilet... haha so congrats to that church for putting up a building so fast....

haha finally got down to my christmas shopping, which is just an excuse to get more clothes... if u look hard (which i did...) there're bargains everywhere! today i spent 1.5 hrs looking for jeans in JP. hmm.... finally found one that fit almost perfectly for.... drumroll please... $23.50!!! woohoo!

and and and and and.... on sunday i found this really really cool white shirt that looked EXACTLY like the one james bond wore in the casino royale movie (in the scene where he acted as a valet and crashed the idiot's car...) or maybe it only looked like it when I put it on... haha.... ccchhhheeeeeehhhhh bahhhhh.... shameless sia... anw it was.... $14 bucks! yay! but i won't reveal where i got that one, or it'll spoil the casino royale effect... haha!

and i finally got the new radiohead cd i've been eyeing... haha i just wanted it for 'high and dry', but i figured the cd would have some other great songs worth discovering too... hmmm so far, i like 'fake plastic trees' and '(nice song)' and the song that goes 'fade away...'

ok ok ok... soooooo.... i went to confession right, and i've began to feel real real guilty about saying all those bad words... yes i'm trying NOT to say bad words! think i can...? hmmm, only time will tell... oh, and i'll try not to badmouth other pple too! erm.... that seems haaaarrrddddd......

and i had a CS competition in my unit today.... HAHAHAHAHA it was dam hilarious cos i was so badddd.... i mean, all the bloody pple all look black what? so shoot also dunno who? so LLST i shoot my guys like a million times.... and they all said that the best sTrategy is to kill me first.... (they didn't la, just talking...)

haha and note to all future team mates,whatever you do, DON'T EVER ASK ME TO PLANT BOMB!!!! hiayoh.... there was this time when i had the bomb, we were all at the bomb site, all my guys pointing their guns to the door, guarding me, waiting for me to plant... and i run in circles around for 1 minute, feeling dam gabrah shouting "HOW TO PLANT? HOW TO PLANT? HOW TO PLANT?????!!!!!" or, "WHERE TO PLANT????!!!!" u know the way i shout when i'm nervous right?

in the end, all the bloody counter come in and headshot all of us then we lose. DAM TU LAN.

oh btw, for now, MY HANDPHONE CANNOT SEND OUT MESSAGES. so don't feel offended if u don't get your customary "kk" or "nites" or "ya thx" or "cya ard" or whatever s**t.
see? i'm making the effort to self-censor!

oh and robin and pet's wedding is in three days and i'm strangely not nervous even though it's my first time playing for church.... why?! i want to feel at least a little nervous... i should be feeling that.... oh well...

cheers u all!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

my musings

dear all who visit my blog. since the traffic is pretty high nnow, i would like to request that u visit my other blog. click my musings on the blog page. or, go to musingsandheart.blogspot.com. it would really really mean a lot to me if u guys read my art works... :D

it sucks to write stuff without having pple to read or appreciate them... u can tag the blog or leave comments.... pls visit! tks!!!

holy shit a freaking miracle happened today

WOOHOO HAHA ALLELULIAH A FREAKING BIG MIRACLE HAPPENED LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I FREAKING PASSED MY IPPT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!
Yes darlings it is a VERY BIG THING for me. i had failed for 5 yrs, every since pull ups was uintroduced at sec 3. always ZERO.

then then then then then..... in JC 2, after much gym training, i managed to do one!!!!!!!!!!!!! that was the turning point.

exactly one yr ago, i could do 4.

by the end of BMT, i could pass with 7 pull ups.

by my broad jump fail like fuck.

at start of BMT, got 162. passing mark: 216. fuck shit man.

then by end of BMT, got 189. bloody platoon sgt chua make fun of me infront of the whole platoon. i'll never forget that.

so, becos that that cannot go command school, stuck in 8SAB as an M113 driver. but that's ok la. i got over that.

every day in bunk, i squat and squat and squat. and tuck jump and tuck jump and tuck jump. improver, deprove, improve, deprove. stuck at 189. henta kaki for 9 dam months. my mdm scold me "why cannot jump so simple", every one say "huh? fail jumping? so wasted..." every one say i cannot get corporal rank becos fail jump. dam wasted. i felt like shit. jumping was my waekness. my one weakness. the one reason i amounted to dam little in the army.

but now, to my utter utter surprise i PASSSSSSSSSSEDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!
on the eve of my one year anniversary of enlistment, i passed! Praise God.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

now i remember

haha ok ya after reading angela's blog, i now remember what this camp experiance was mostly like...

erm to put it simply i felt kinda like a superstar... i know this sounds arrogant and all, and i pray u guys will forgive me for saying this but... it was because being an ygz and all was kinda glamourous and all that hooha and everyone wished they were in your shoes... in a way la... then they shower u with love... tks guys for all your letters and cheers and smiles and hugs btw... but u seem too busy, too stressed, too focused to take it all in. such is the curse of my position, the position as games i/c, ironically, the very same position that i was a 'superstar' for. sometimes i found myself thinking "ya they all want this, but if they know what shit i'm gg thru, they'd rather stay a camper..." haha do high profile pple feel like this? ok. really, pls pls forgive me for sounding so arrogant and jaded. i'm just trying to express sth here.

sigh... i really pressured myself too much this time round... the camp just flew by, marked by the major kangle events... BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT..... That being said, it was all worth it. cos i found u guys. thru the thick veneers of work and stress in camp, the piercing light of love really shone thru and hit me. i know i'm closer to all u guys after this camp, esp the other ygz and my olps guys... as for my old friends, my ancient legion friends... angela, pet, robin, nigel... i rekindled something that was lost for a while, cos bmt sort of took me away from the outside world, what with me being emo about being away from home and all... it helped me find a passion and oomph once again...

and enough about me... seeing the love u guys pour out... in the letters, the blogs, the conference calls... love for each other, ove for Legion, love for God... really makes it a triumph for me, reminds me why i do this, makes camps something a little more than a do-it-for-the-sake-of-doing-it kinda thing. no.wait. a lot more. a lot lot more.

haha... i think the way i feel is sort of mirrored in those more lao jiao ygz. but let me tell u something. the 1st or 2nd time u become ygz is really a hell of an amazing unforgettable beutiful magical captivating experience. don't believe me, ask monica. i think she feels that way. but as a lao jiao... which i daresay i am, it feels... still really great but not as great as the first few times la... sadly. but every camp is different. every camp has something new. every camp has something special.

but one thing i always love... those really late nights when u have to keep urself awake by remaining high... and doing dam lame but hilarious things and laughing for no reason... and... shh... gossips. ok, lets face it. we all love to gossip. love it. we all love scandals. we all love laughing at pple...

haha...

life after jxy

hey hey hey.... finally i have come out of the hole i crawled under... this is my first entry after jxy... haha it's really great to see so much jxy traffic flooding the Net. wow i'm really amazed at how much u guys really feel connected... especially Nigel... never thought he was capable of having such a strong connection to anything for that matter... well, we learn more abt pple everyday, even those we think we knew for a lfetime... :)

ya i think what nigel said on his blog is true... abt that 'post-jxy' sickness thing... haha i really have no idea why it happens, it just does... it just really connects u with the event, the memories, the pple... it's one of the strange mysteries we'll never fully understand...

sigh... it was kinda sad for me that i didn't really get a chance to get into the post-jxy frenzy, with all your blog entries and confrence calls etc... it's not that i don't care... hope u guys don't think that i'm too jaded. or that i don't care. cos i do. i do care.

it's just that... the moment jxy ended i was plunged back into the literal hustle back in camp... it was LAB inspection, and, trust me, the M113 has a million things to detect and remedy. it is a demanding creature. i spent hours working and returning to bunk throughly exhausted and now, the inspection is finally over (fyi, my M113 passed and my unit got an overall grade C... woohoo!... that is really a miracle) haha army pple are procrastinators... we leave everything to the last... so ya, now that it's over i can finally get back into the world of virtual frivolity...

sigh... but i guess now that i am writing again, i can't write with that much vigour or that much passion, cos the connection, ie 'post-jxy syndrome' is fast fading in me. yes. it happens. it is something that i am already accustomed to. life is sad. it's full of moments and pple u love so so much, moments u wanna last forever, feelings that u hope will never die that just fades away. slips away. an all u can do is stand by and watch. even memories fade with time. that's life. we accept it. we move on. we live.

haha nothing lasts forever. really. it's sad. but the only thing we can really depend on is God's love. the only thing that's constant. the only thing that's reliable. but we continue to treasure the pple, continue to tresure the moments, that He has given us. cos it's what He would want us to do. Cos it's beautiful. cos it will fade. cos we only have today.

carpe diem people, carpe diem.

anw, for all in jxy and who have shared this amazing amazing journey with me, i love you all.
i love u all.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Hey! Back up again...

it's been like almost 6 months since i've been blogging... been collecting dust... 6 months seems like such a short time ago, but a lot has changed since then... oh well, NS is NS... And looking back, I haven't got much to say...

Today, I'll write about my recent clubbing experience. I don't club frequently, and I've only done so three times so far. First time was in BMT, that was ok but it ended at 3, and I spent most of the time exploring the place so I left feeling a little unaccomplished... The 2nd was the worst cos it was my friend's birthday but he spent the whole time trying to get those MIA pple to come down, so I was stuck with pple who I didn't really know. Finally he got drunk and pissed and got taken home, and I went home shortly after that...

But this time, it was really fun, first of all cos I encountered no smokers!!! Haha! It was mambo night and I really am a retro kind of person so all the songs were fun to sing along with... The pple standing on the platforms and dancing were, quite plainly, really really tacky and I wouldn't want to be seen doing that. But let's face it, without them, the party would be dead... After all, they made you feel ok about looking weird dancing... So yeah I would say that the most fun part was going down with all my friends, dancing like hell, and not giving a damn what others think... It's about letting go and really making an ass out of yourself... :D Then there's always the girl factor. It adds that extra thing that makes the whole night much more exciting... But to be honest, I always end up feeling guilty about it. Call me old fashioned, but a club is not a place I'd like to hook up. But it really wouldn't be complete without the girl factor.

Oh the past six months have been ok really... NS has its excitements here and there, but my biggest achievements were outside NS... August to October was a really busy period for me in terms of tutoring the EM3 kid... When his PSLE was over, it was a real relief for me... After that was the OM course in my own camp, and at the same time, now I'm busy with planning the Legion of Mary church camp... So all these things really help you achieve something and helps time pass by much much more quickly... Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how I'd cope. Plus, all these extra spontaneous events like clubbing and such add that extra bit of excitement to my life, so it's fun.

Speaking of extra events, a memorable one was All Saints' Day recently... I went to mass at St Francis of Assissi church on one of my nights' out... It was great. For some reaon, going to that church, by myself, so far away from home and family, really makes feel a sense of peace and a sense of God. I always love and look forward to going there. Which is wierd cos I go to church every sunday... Maybe it's the feeling of a gesture to be with God in the midst of the 'wilderness', that is, a place that is, to me, far from home and comfort.

Friday, June 08, 2007

more thoughts on "Wicked"

ok. haha this isn't just thoughts, it's a essay. there're some spoilers here, so read only if u've already read the book... i mean, the story was good and it warrants sth like this... so here goes....

to me, i think this story is abt people, the people in Elphie's life, her relationships with them, how these relationships change, and how they ffect her character and her beliefs. It is also about belief, and identit, as seen in the symbolic changing of Elphaba's name along the way-- Elphaba, Elphie, Fabala, Fae, the Witch, and finally, The Wicked Witch of the West.

I think the two characters the Witch loved the most was Glinda and Fiyero. But both in different ways. Her friendship with Glinda is the classic one, which endures and grows in spite of strong differences in class, character, and outlooks in life. For this reason, it is charming, warm and sincere. The sincereity of the friendship is touching, as is the way it blossoms to the climax: Glinda pretends Elphie is her sister to save her a seat, but at this precise climax, it is tragically broken as their different destinies, and perhaps, different choices, tear them apart. This parting is to me, the sadest one on the book, surpassed only by the final meeting between Glinda and Elphaba, where Glinda reaches out beyond her pride to Elphie, but Elphie is too blinded by her own scars and hurt and losses to reciprocate it, to see what else life still holds for her.

Boq is the classic boy-form-childhood. Perhaps he represents a simpler Elphaba, the choice she has. He represents a choice, a choice she had forsaken. he choice to live a normal quiet life. The choice to leave behind the youthful naivete in trying to change the world, even though he was involved in this revolutionary actions in his past. In the end, both choices, both lifestyles, both destinies, both friends, accuse and criticise each other, but they also secretly desire the other life perhaps, desire the alternative? Boq is the question " What If?", He is the "Could-Have-Been".

Liir is the fruit of Elphie's and Fiyero's love affair. He is also a "perhaps"; He may not be their son. Being somewhere in between (like Nessie ws to Turtle Heart's memory), Liir is a symbol of Elphie's love, love lost, her capacity for love, her potential to love. Yet, he may not even be thier son, even so, he draws out Elphie's maternal affection, again being a symbol of the vestiges of love, even as the Wicked Witch. His foolishness and brashness towards the bigger things surrounding him which he cannot change, his cruch on Dorothy, his intense determination, is a delicate portrait of Elphie in her own youth.

Doctor Dillamond seems to be a living prophecy of Elphie's life. So focused, so intense, so devoted, so much potential, but a potential cut away from its realisation.

Nanny's life also seems to mirror Elphaba's: "always the bridesmaid, never the bride." Nany and Elphie share this similarity: a tragic, tired life, where everyone they care for is taken from them, and delusionment and denial towards the end of their lives.

St Aelphaba and the Kumbric Witch are both compared to Elphie. Good vs Evil. the personal conflict. The historical conflict. The fundamental conflict. Both steeped in mystery and myth.

I think the ultimate tragedy of this story is that of a life lost in vain. One of the saddest scenes was when Boq asked "We all belived in what we were doing. We all believed we were doing good. In the end, did it all do any good?", which can be extended to Elphie's whole life. She couldn't answer. "If nothing else, we helped Doctor Dillamond..." She tries hard to justify a life, a life that has seen so much pain and loss, and suffering. A life that has caused suffering in others, but for what? Driven by what? What used to seem clear seems clear no more. Even her "murder" of Madame Morrible is a manifestation of her life in vain, her failure, a result of the desire to feel that her life amounted to something, and to justify to others in the publicity sh tries to draw around it, sucj was her insecurity in her final days. But even the "murder" seemed to mirror her failure, seemed to be a mockery of her own life, as it was of Madame Morrible's. "For All That You Have Done." inscribed on the trophy/lethal weapon seems to be as much for Elphaba as it was for Madame Morrible.

Driven by what? An unfulfilled desire for equality, for justice, for revenge? The love and attention of a negligent father? Forgiveness? release? Or the opposite, belonging? (this paradox is highlighted in her relationship with Sarima.) Or perhaps Elphie needs to understand, understand her destiny, understand what she fears, because she fears what she does not know? Or perhaps the deire to belive, to belive in an Other Land, to believe in a soul, to belive in redemption, justice and forgiveness? To belive these thigs can still be out there (symbolised by the broom, her desire to soar)or in her (symbolised by the Glass, a mirror into destiny, into herself).

Saturday, June 02, 2007

we are all innocent

"i remember feeling low, i remember losing hope, i remember all the feelings and the day they stopped." --Innocent, Our Lady Peace.

that's a great song. yea man, we are all innocent. then maybe we become hardened along the way, become jaded, cynical, disillusioned, and most of all, tired. we learn to fuck care the world. we become tired.

where's that kid that used to romance every moment of friendship, or fantasise about being a jedi or rescuing the girl of his dreams? where's the kid who would love the magic of the moment, and treasure memories and its trinkets more than gold? where's the teen, the rebel, the angry fiery revolutionary? where's the crazy guy who didn't care wht people thought about him, who would scream, dress up in outrageous costumes, put on a drag show, sing karoke and just... go crazy cos it's fun? where did my innocence go?

maybe it's still there. like in legion camp over the past few days, revived a little of that in me... (can read the entry below for more...)

on a related note, i'm almost finished reading the book "Wicked". it's the story of the life of the Wicked Witch of the West, from the Wizard of Oz story.... it's seriously real darn good. it's a page turner, and creates a highly imaginative fantasy world that captures the cruelty of human nature. most importantly of all, you'll really grow to fall in love with the main character, Elphaba, or Elphie for short. Her character is so tenderly and sensitively portrayed, she almost becomes real, making the tragedy of her life even sharper. Her character is passionate, absorbed, fiery, and has so much capacity for love. But somehow, every one she learns to love gets hurt along the way and she descends into a broken, tired, reluctant Witch.

it's a terribly tragic story... and tells you nothing lasts forever... Yes, Elphie's world was a cruel one and some of her friends got killed.... but in our world people drift apart. we grow up. we change. we become too good for each other.

and yes... makes you think... everyone has a story, even the most evil or cruel looking person. they are created by circumstance... or do they choose to do evil? or is it predetermined by history? do we really have choice or is it the illusion of choice? are we mere puppets to a chain of causes-and-effects, dating back back back?

anw... "Wicked" is a really great novel, one of the best I've ever read...

and we are all innocent.

legion Roxxxxx!

haha. i had to do it. this post. yea man, Legion of Mary rocks! haha maybe it sounds like another one of those propoganda sermons i rant to potential recruits for legion... but i dunno... something inside me makes me feel really good about it now.

i've never felt this way for a long time. it's this feeling that moves in your heart. and u only feel it after camp ends. sometimes it's between your heart and your throat, sometimes it's between your heart and your stomach... (haha no wonder pple have attributed the circulatory pump to emotions, when it's actually the amygdala and higher cognitive brain centres that control emotions... but i'm digressing here...)

yea, i've never felt like this for a long time... i'm actually missing camp... haha i thought i was beyond this... it feels a bit sad, but very happy too... cos maybe it means i've revived something i personally lost in legion... a deeper sense of belonging... i dunno, maybe it's cos this time round, i really had time to kick back, relax, and be somewhere between camper and ygz... allowing me time to really talk cock, sing song and have fun, instead of being buried in... (what's the word?...) operational worries...

takes me back to those camps when i was a youg impressionable boy, treasuring every letter i got, treasuring every autograph, treasuring every arm around my shoulder... and feeling intensely sad when the camp ended cos i didn't know when i could see my new freinds again... or takes me back to my early ygz days... where i transformed from quiet introvert to crazy and stupid attention-seeker... where we would spend hours, dazed, during da zhu hui, laughing for no reason... those days were pure magic. i didn't want it to end. ever. i wanted it to last forever. the magic. the innocence.

well, you grow old, you grow jaded, and you sigh, thinking those days are beyond you... maybe you're happy seeing the younger kids have so much fun, the kind of fun you used to have, the kind of magic you used to have, because you see yourself in them... a bittersweet longing... kids bring out the kid we used to be. happy. but maybe the one thing i learnt in this camp, was that... it's not over. we still have something here. it's small, it's rare, but it's there. and it's beautiful. and it's worth fighting for.

anw, Legion Rocks!!!!

"if i had a choice now, can i stop the world revolving, holding on to the times that mean the most to me."