Sunday, September 19, 2004
Wow(mockery). A fortnight has passed(stating the obvious). I have not been doing anything constructive enough to post. (Excuse)
Aboot 2 weeks ago, the Sunday Times had an article vaguely about something to do about how people react when they are met with a inevitable and shocking incident (such as a close relative's death):
***WARNING NS RANT AGAIN***
I feel it too man. Just when the letter for NS came in:
"Ah, cool. The letter for enlistment. Its all good, I still have 3 months more."
The day before enlistment:
"DAMN it. Why does it have to be tomorrow?! What the hell have I not packed? Two bloody weeks in camp!"
About half way through some random confinement after sometime:
"I'm the only guy in camp. I didn't deserve this. Everyone else is having fun at home. Especially those clerks."
I don't think Stage Three has really settled in yet. Probably in ten months time.
TEN MONTHS TIME. Sounds good eh? Freedom always sounds so good but ever since I'm staying out of camp everyday, playing computer games (I just got more games and I'm gonna touch on that) and basically spending more money, I'm actually thinking that staying in might not be such a bad thing after all. NOT.
***END RANT***
I've been switching my online styles too. Gone are the days of ICQ and Hotmail. Gmail and MSN are in. If you need to contact me, my MSN is (my name no space)@hotmail.com and if you want to have 1 GB in email storage space, just email me at the same address.
The game I've been playing on my Playstation 2 makes this picture:
Arrow points to the van I made fly. I'm the ball of wreck skidding on the road.
Burnout 3. Never knew that making cars crash for cash would be so much fun and its really addictive!!! I mean, LOOK at the graphics... its all so real.
Recipe for disaster
The sparks from the wreck... the particles flying... the smoke lingering... hell, its almost like an art to conjure up the perfect car crash.
I guess its all because I want to express myself to be at peace.
Ohm...
Last but not least here's the link of the week:
Icon Story
Aboot 2 weeks ago, the Sunday Times had an article vaguely about something to do about how people react when they are met with a inevitable and shocking incident (such as a close relative's death):
Stage One: shock, denial, numbness
Stage Two: fear, anger, depression
Stage Three: understanding, acceptance, moving on
***WARNING NS RANT AGAIN***
I feel it too man. Just when the letter for NS came in:
"Ah, cool. The letter for enlistment. Its all good, I still have 3 months more."
The day before enlistment:
"DAMN it. Why does it have to be tomorrow?! What the hell have I not packed? Two bloody weeks in camp!"
About half way through some random confinement after sometime:
"I'm the only guy in camp. I didn't deserve this. Everyone else is having fun at home. Especially those clerks."
I don't think Stage Three has really settled in yet. Probably in ten months time.
TEN MONTHS TIME. Sounds good eh? Freedom always sounds so good but ever since I'm staying out of camp everyday, playing computer games (I just got more games and I'm gonna touch on that) and basically spending more money, I'm actually thinking that staying in might not be such a bad thing after all. NOT.
***END RANT***
I've been switching my online styles too. Gone are the days of ICQ and Hotmail. Gmail and MSN are in. If you need to contact me, my MSN is (my name no space)@hotmail.com and if you want to have 1 GB in email storage space, just email me at the same address.
The game I've been playing on my Playstation 2 makes this picture:
Arrow points to the van I made fly. I'm the ball of wreck skidding on the road.
Burnout 3. Never knew that making cars crash for cash would be so much fun and its really addictive!!! I mean, LOOK at the graphics... its all so real.
Recipe for disaster
The sparks from the wreck... the particles flying... the smoke lingering... hell, its almost like an art to conjure up the perfect car crash.
I guess its all because I want to express myself to be at peace.
Ohm...
Last but not least here's the link of the week:
Icon Story
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Sometimes its just tough trying to fit into a new environment.
I just moved over from one training centre in the Navy to another as part of my course to be trained as a useful seaworthy member of the Navy family. I'm now at the start of a new 5 month course (hip hip hooray.), most of which allows me to come back home most of the time but there are drawbacks. Like for every day i come home, i have to travel all the way from the north to Tuas. And that staying out of camp does not start now.
My course commander (teacher, superior, discipline master) is a Staff Sergeant. He is a regular in the Navy. He just became an instructor in a training centre. He believes that NSFs (the poor 18 year-olds) are as capable and Enthusiastic as other regulars. I am part of his first class of trainees. I am getting hell. He expects so much of us its really killing us. I mean, its only been like 3 days into the course and he's already threatening to take away our weekends. What is the deal with him, I do not know. The more scary part is that he's got some sort of a mood swing going on. Groovy. I hope I can actually come back next weekend with my sanity intact.
*edit*
"The Disgruntled Suicidal Man In Green
Army Camps are full of cases of depressed and suicidal individuals. Just because it doesn't come out in the news, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. Some people are just not able to cope with their egos and free willed ways shattered by Sargeant Slaughter. I don't know how to solve this. Firstly I think, stop blaming the world. It happens to everyone of us. We feel like we've been cheated by the girls, by the government, by our gender, by god, by GIRO, by AVIVA insurance while we rot on an island. And this does not only affect NSFs. Cancer sufferers, AIDs Carriers, Michael Jackson, all go through the same feelings because they feel that no one identifies with them. I cannot provide a solution. My only advice is to look forward to the future and be glad that a falling angsana tree did not kill you in the span of 2++ years. It's not that bad... go read some books or learn how to hack into computers... Just stimulate your bloody mind.
Yes, all of us have been guilty of being in the categories of the above. But a wiseman once said, "Self Awareness Before Change."" -quote from Campuscapers
Other than camp woes...
Harold and Kumar go to White Castle is a relief after watching stupid AvP. Anyone above 18 should go and watch the show. Many typical racial sterotype jokes...
And of course there's this:
This mechnical pencil is the perfect example of me not being able to hold on to stuff for a long period of time. Other examples include my bicycle (which was stolen) and my handphones (one which slipped out of my pocket and one was stolen). But I digress. Ever since I laid eyes on this particular pencil, I wanted to have it. It is still the ultimate pencil ever made in my eyes. It costs Bloody $8.00++. I have bought roughly 8 of these in my lifetime and every time it always disappears. Thats right, I lose 8 of these pencils. The sad thing is that, I'd buy another as long as I don't have one in possession. So I did that today. Is it a waste?
I think I'm suffering from verbal diarrhoea(damn thats hard to spell) today. You can only wish that I'll post something different next week. I'll leave you with http://www.99rooms.com . Its just art.
I just moved over from one training centre in the Navy to another as part of my course to be trained as a useful seaworthy member of the Navy family. I'm now at the start of a new 5 month course (hip hip hooray.), most of which allows me to come back home most of the time but there are drawbacks. Like for every day i come home, i have to travel all the way from the north to Tuas. And that staying out of camp does not start now.
My course commander (teacher, superior, discipline master) is a Staff Sergeant. He is a regular in the Navy. He just became an instructor in a training centre. He believes that NSFs (the poor 18 year-olds) are as capable and Enthusiastic as other regulars. I am part of his first class of trainees. I am getting hell. He expects so much of us its really killing us. I mean, its only been like 3 days into the course and he's already threatening to take away our weekends. What is the deal with him, I do not know. The more scary part is that he's got some sort of a mood swing going on. Groovy. I hope I can actually come back next weekend with my sanity intact.
*edit*
"The Disgruntled Suicidal Man In Green
Army Camps are full of cases of depressed and suicidal individuals. Just because it doesn't come out in the news, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. Some people are just not able to cope with their egos and free willed ways shattered by Sargeant Slaughter. I don't know how to solve this. Firstly I think, stop blaming the world. It happens to everyone of us. We feel like we've been cheated by the girls, by the government, by our gender, by god, by GIRO, by AVIVA insurance while we rot on an island. And this does not only affect NSFs. Cancer sufferers, AIDs Carriers, Michael Jackson, all go through the same feelings because they feel that no one identifies with them. I cannot provide a solution. My only advice is to look forward to the future and be glad that a falling angsana tree did not kill you in the span of 2++ years. It's not that bad... go read some books or learn how to hack into computers... Just stimulate your bloody mind.
Yes, all of us have been guilty of being in the categories of the above. But a wiseman once said, "Self Awareness Before Change."" -quote from Campuscapers
Other than camp woes...
Harold and Kumar go to White Castle is a relief after watching stupid AvP. Anyone above 18 should go and watch the show. Many typical racial sterotype jokes...
And of course there's this:
This mechnical pencil is the perfect example of me not being able to hold on to stuff for a long period of time. Other examples include my bicycle (which was stolen) and my handphones (one which slipped out of my pocket and one was stolen). But I digress. Ever since I laid eyes on this particular pencil, I wanted to have it. It is still the ultimate pencil ever made in my eyes. It costs Bloody $8.00++. I have bought roughly 8 of these in my lifetime and every time it always disappears. Thats right, I lose 8 of these pencils. The sad thing is that, I'd buy another as long as I don't have one in possession. So I did that today. Is it a waste?
I think I'm suffering from verbal diarrhoea(damn thats hard to spell) today. You can only wish that I'll post something different next week. I'll leave you with http://www.99rooms.com . Its just art.
