Saturday, October 02, 2004
The End Game.
All your base are belong to us. I'm making a T-shirt about it. I hope you'd understand what it is and apperciate it when I give one to you when you ask for it. I'll post more when the design is done.
If you haven't watched "New Police Story"... get ready to see a grown man cry. Otherwise, its a mix of a typical Jacky Chan movie + Cliche plot. Jacky, you're at the end of your era.
I have gone through my first driving lesson with a guy with 11 fingers. 8 fingers and 3 thumbs if you don't consider thumbs fingers. All i can say is... Funky. I'm loving to drive and driving to love. Ok perhaps not the latter. I think I'd be very dangerous on the road. Stepping on the acclerator makes me high, reminds me of Daytona USA where I specialised in making cars crash. Oh wait, thats the other game I'm playing.
Makes me really really jealous of all you people out there with a driving license already.
Why does everyone think that I have a non-asian face? Is it the chin? (too protruding) The eyes?(too sleepy) The way I move? (Like a zombie) My skin? (too pale). Ever since I went to army, people in camp and out of camp began to question my origins. Some even believed that my name is really a typo... Should have been Boeyan bin Darrus. Somehow it became more obvious when I told them I was born in Canada.
"Oh yeah, you look like you're born in Canada."
Too fake.
I'm high on caffine.
If I were to name my favourite beverage... There would be no particular one. Its just that coffee just makes you so much more awake and able to do things. For a person who's half dreaming most of the time, whenever I drink coffee its like the elixr of life or something. I am enlightened. I see. I can actually get my rusty brain started. I salute you, Nescafe.
For the past week, I had to drink coffee to stay awake just so that I can leave a good impression on the instructor incamp. That I would not be like my juniors and sleep with their mouths open while the instructor is teaching. So that I would not get caught outside and get charged for sleeping in public in army uniform. As if anyone would care.
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NS Update: I'm now a trainee to be going onboard a ship for ship duties. Which means I sail. However, the SAF decides to review my medical status ( if you have been following my rambling, I'm not really fit for anything for the past 6 months.). Now they say that I am fit for fighting according to their "directives". Sure spoils the master plan of mine.
I reflected this to my new superiors who immediately wanted me to get out of training again. Maybe its because after training, I only have 6 months to serve NS and that replacing me would take about 3-4 months, which is a very big hassle. Lucky me.
Now, I await the movements of my superiors and observe how they play the game which is my fate in the service. I guess this is what I wanted from the start. What fun watching others downgrade and go to slack units in less than 1/8th of the time I took to do all this shit. First hand experience of redtape? You tell me.
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For you: Something Cute.
All your base are belong to us. I'm making a T-shirt about it. I hope you'd understand what it is and apperciate it when I give one to you when you ask for it. I'll post more when the design is done.
If you haven't watched "New Police Story"... get ready to see a grown man cry. Otherwise, its a mix of a typical Jacky Chan movie + Cliche plot. Jacky, you're at the end of your era.
I have gone through my first driving lesson with a guy with 11 fingers. 8 fingers and 3 thumbs if you don't consider thumbs fingers. All i can say is... Funky. I'm loving to drive and driving to love. Ok perhaps not the latter. I think I'd be very dangerous on the road. Stepping on the acclerator makes me high, reminds me of Daytona USA where I specialised in making cars crash. Oh wait, thats the other game I'm playing.
Makes me really really jealous of all you people out there with a driving license already.
Why does everyone think that I have a non-asian face? Is it the chin? (too protruding) The eyes?(too sleepy) The way I move? (Like a zombie) My skin? (too pale). Ever since I went to army, people in camp and out of camp began to question my origins. Some even believed that my name is really a typo... Should have been Boeyan bin Darrus. Somehow it became more obvious when I told them I was born in Canada.
"Oh yeah, you look like you're born in Canada."
Too fake.
I'm high on caffine.
If I were to name my favourite beverage... There would be no particular one. Its just that coffee just makes you so much more awake and able to do things. For a person who's half dreaming most of the time, whenever I drink coffee its like the elixr of life or something. I am enlightened. I see. I can actually get my rusty brain started. I salute you, Nescafe.
For the past week, I had to drink coffee to stay awake just so that I can leave a good impression on the instructor incamp. That I would not be like my juniors and sleep with their mouths open while the instructor is teaching. So that I would not get caught outside and get charged for sleeping in public in army uniform. As if anyone would care.
***
NS Update: I'm now a trainee to be going onboard a ship for ship duties. Which means I sail. However, the SAF decides to review my medical status ( if you have been following my rambling, I'm not really fit for anything for the past 6 months.). Now they say that I am fit for fighting according to their "directives". Sure spoils the master plan of mine.
I reflected this to my new superiors who immediately wanted me to get out of training again. Maybe its because after training, I only have 6 months to serve NS and that replacing me would take about 3-4 months, which is a very big hassle. Lucky me.
Now, I await the movements of my superiors and observe how they play the game which is my fate in the service. I guess this is what I wanted from the start. What fun watching others downgrade and go to slack units in less than 1/8th of the time I took to do all this shit. First hand experience of redtape? You tell me.
***
For you: Something Cute.
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