Saturday, November 24, 2007

Cherries Don't Blossom in December

under my umbrella, ella ella, eh eh eh!!

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i was listening to the radio when Melanie called, and she said "Dear, why didn't you answer my call last night?"

"I didn't answer your call because I was out with another girl."
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besides that, its been raining lately. always reminds me of the "Umbrella" song by Rihanna.
isn't rain romantic? i've always liked the rain.

anyway, next week, i'll have jungle training again! this time, its at Marsiling. we did some recce yesterday. it was a hell hole i'd tell ya. the 6 of us would be red enemy forces, against a wing of 60 men. of course its a simulated defence using 5.56mm blank rounds fired from SAR-21 rifle.

i'm going to post a preview of my field camp when i was in BMTC in Tekong.


can you spot me? hahahaha!

its okay, take your time because; all of us looked exactly the same!!!

take a random guess. c'mon!

well, it doesn't matter. i'm going to tell you anyway.

from the right of the photo, squatting down. the third one.

do take note that those are REAL rifles. haha! i'll shoot you! the rifles been used like since forever before me but it still got me Platoon Best Marksman. haha! just a little boasting there.

and that, my friend, is camouflage cream. it stinks on the face man. it stinks and it stings. no one likes camo cream. and helmets for that matter. there's always somebody who will just screw everything up and make us laugh.

that...., is camaraderie. =)
man, i miss those BMT days.

eh anyway, i've been reading in the papers that, divorce rates are going up!
what the eff is going on around here?!

its simple logic:

boy meets girl.
boy likes girl.
girl likes boy.
boy dates girl.
boy marries girl.
girl wants to divorce.
boy also want.
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wah, so chim. haha.
but seriously, i wouldn't find it funny if its staring at you in the face.

i wouldn't want that.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Va-va VOOM!

driving. one of the little pleasures in life.

there i was cruising down the expressway at 100km/h from Orchard Road. it was at around 1am. the planned exit was at Xilin Avenue along ECP. when suddenly. FLASH!!!

FWAAAH! KANIN* CHA* CHE* BY*!
there was this camera flash just by the left side of the expressway.

but it wasn't taking a photo of me but the car that sped just by me at around 120km/h. it was a Toyota Camry.

i could literally see the guy behind manning the camera.

si liao lahhhh!!!! haha.

if i tio, die ah, kena revoke for speeding. it says here:

4 Demerit Points
Exceeding speed limit of vehicle by up to 20km/h.
Exceeding speed limit of the road by up to 20km/h.
Failing to give way to oncoming traffic at controlled junction.
Failing to give way at uncontrolled junction.
Failing to give way at junction.
Failing to give way at roundabout.
Crossing double white lines.
Crossing road divider.
Hindering flow of traffic.
Failing to give way to ambulance or fire brigade or police vehicle.
Driving while carrying load on a motor vehicle in a dangerous manner.
Stop or allow vehicle to remain at rest on shoulder of an expressway.
Stopping or remaining at rest on the carriageway of an expressway.
Forming up incorrectly when turning left or right.

In addition, a composition amount is imposed as follows:
Light Vehicle (unladen weight of 2500 kg and below): S$130.00
Heavy Vehicle (unladen weight exceeds 2500 kg): S$160.00
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the speed limit was 90km/h. so i guess i should be relatively safe. should've seen my face when i saw that flash. my heart jumped.

SPEEDING KILLS!

but when i started to ram the engine, Hanisah's face was stoned as it reached 110km/h. hahahaa.

Honda's V-TEC engine is definitely solid. can't wait to test drive the new Honda Civic 2008.

i'm becoming a car and race freak.
but fuel is uber expensive man.
Formula 95 was $1.82.
that's like insane lah!
now the price of a barrel of crude oil is like roughly USD$93.
maddening i tell you.

ahh! i don't care!!! when i grow up, i wanna buy a BMW 7 Series, Porsche Carrera GT Spyder, Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera, Dodge Viper GTS, Mitsubishi Lancer Evo and a Ferrari F50 Coupe.

1 for my mummy, 1 for my daddy, 1 for my younger sister, 1 for my youngest sister, 1 for me and 1 for my most beautiful wife in the world.

i will work hard for it! =)

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Twenty What?

that 20-something dilemma.

just a while ago, i was talking to this friend of mine overseas in Malaysia. we talked about life when we were older. we talked casually at first and i wondered how it got serious like we're talking about marriage and stuff.

i was like, "I wanna get married at around 25 years old."
she's like, "That's too young, 28 years old is ideal!"

and we went arguing and debating to see who was on top. friendly debate la.

my ideal life would be:
1 wife (and only)
2 daughters (to make myself happy)
2 sons (to make my spouse happy)

alot of girls i spoke to wanted sons more than daughters. why!!!?
daughters are better!
no need to send them to Tekong when they are 18.

family of 6. isn't that a big one. so when it comes to buying a private transport. i might have to consider the size of my family.

then comes education. household expenses. bla bla blaa...

but when it comes to these things, we might have already planned, but always take them as they go.

why get married so fast? maybe girlfriend better.
i think i would treat a girlfriend better than treating a wife.
because...............

girlfriend is nicer to say than wife. -_-"

imagine this:
my wife is the most beautiful girl in the world. i love her.
my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the world. i love her. (hint)

think for a moment. actually if you ask me, i don't see any difference so i just wasted the last 5 minutes thinking about it.

but to find a wife:
wife1 = knows how to cook
wife2 = knows how to manage the household
wife3 = knows how to take care of mother-in-law
wife4 = knows how to handle children

wife1 + wife2 + wife3 + wife4 = superwife squared

quite a number of people i noticed liked scolding and beating their children in public. which is no good la. children are human too, they have feelings and feel ashamed when scolded in front of other people.

children are the mirror of the parents' character. bad parents = bad kids. simple logic.
i'm not saying i'm good either. what i'm trying to say is, whenever handling kids, try to set a good example.
but when it comes to discipline. HAH!. it must be top notch. at least for me.
i didn't get whacked by belts or hangars for nothing when i was young.

last but not least; i can't wait to get married. hahaha!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Happy Birthday!

happy birthday to me!

i'm 20 already! 2 decades old. a quarter of my lifespan. hopefully. =)

as per every year, i received the same old greetings. you know; well, the current template now is erm,
"Happy Birthday! Have a nice day."
something like that. i'm not complaining, just grateful. you know. its just this feeling you get when someone remembers your birthday. this warm, fuzzy feeling.

i had to spend my 20th birthday in some god-forsaken camp. but fortunately for me, there was no party; blanket party. in fact, i had to spend my time at the medical centre!

it all started after lunch. i had complained of a really bad headache. my friend gave me some medicine. those all-in-one kind. it was 50mg la. just a bit too strong for me. usually, 20mg - 30mg is my tolerance level; meaning, some mild medication was good enough for me. i had overdose, so naturally, the body would react in an abnormal way.

so i took 1 tablet. it seemed ok for a little while. until my right eye became itchy. and i thought it was irritated by the dust because i was helping Warrant Victor with the Deepavali celebration decoration in the Mess Hall. 2 hours went by and my right eye swelled to a size of a 50-cent coin. i thought, well, maybe i was allergic to the dust right. so i ignored it, washed it eventually.

and somehow i found out my right eye couldn't open as wide, and my friend highlighted that my eye was swollen la.

again, i ignored until i saw my left eye beginning to swell. i went to the Medical Centre immediately. they gave me an iodine jab; leaving me in a drowsy state. i hate medicine really. and i tried to fight off that drowsy state. but! as luck would have it. i fell asleep. the drug got the better of me.

the usual, my vision became blur, i hear voices. i don't know why. the room is so quiet. no seriously, i mean. isn't it freaky?

so the doc said i had an allergic reaction. though i don't understand why. but it isn't serious.

the best thing was, the medic injecting me didn't have the faintest clue on where he should poke me. he said, "if you lucky, if not... good luck."

i said, "well, damn to whatever is going to happen. i'm not scared of needles."

its annoying when i get sick. its not like i don't take care of myself.
how many times do you say, "Take care of yourself", to people and really meant it?

i don't smile for the sake of smiling, i don't say it when i don't mean it.

so that was my story of my 20th birthday. not even my closest friends knew about it. hah!

the next time you want to let a friend know you care about them and cherish them as a friend, please do remember their birthday. even if it takes the whole world to remind you, do take the effort to wish them. it goes such a long way indeed.

i'm 20 now. can i have my daughter please? =)

Sunday, November 11, 2007

About Myself

time to sleep!

but before i turn in for the night.
my friend asked me to do a favour.
my friend said, 'Tell me more about yourself.'

and not very often, i got a mind block. what about myself?
erm.
i didn't know what to say.
so, i did a little bit of research, and i found out more about... me! =)

Name: Muhammad Ruzaini
DOB: 14 November 1987

nowadays, that's all you need to know about a person.
but wait! there's more!

according to well, the Chinese, i'm born in the year of the RABBIT!
and erm, Western people says i'm a Scorpio. (isn't it a bad one; indeed.)

it says here:
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RABBIT BABY:
Everyone loves a rabbit, they’re cuddly cute and full of fun. You can take almost everything you think about rabbits and apply it to your new born astrological Rabbit.

It is a fact that the Rabbit baby is more likely than any other sign to have hordes of women crowding around making strange cooing noises. This is because the Rabbit infant simply oozes cute appeal. However, as well as being the most appealing baby on the block the Rabbit is also wise beyond its years.

Even before the Rabbit is in Kindergarten he or she will have understood more about the way the world works on an emotional level than most adults. The Rabbit can often be a quiet child and is sometimes quite shy, but this is not a worry because its easy going nature means that the Rabbit will always have friends.

The most compatible match for a Rabbit is the Sheep or the Pig.
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can you believe it? no wonder.

ohh here's something about Scorpio.
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SCORPIO BABY:
Your baby looks at you with what seems to be a level of understanding and insight far beyond their years. If this happens to you it’s more than likely that you have a Scorpio baby.

Scorpio is a very mysterious sign and you may well find that at times you feel as though the little infant chewing on a rattle across from you knows exactly what you are feeling and understands intuitively the relationship between you. Scorpio children can be quite secretive and they will no doubt find their own special den somewhere in the house where they can keep all of their special things.

They are thoughtful little people and you will often be surprised by the perceptiveness of their comments. Scorpio is the most loyal of all the signs as well and even when your children are getting older they will remember how you looked after them when they were tiny and recognize the special nature of that bond.
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wow. amazing. but they only apply to babies right?.... right?!
erm, not exactly.

*breathe in*
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The SCORPIO Man

And her eyes immediately met those
of a large, blue caterpillar that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah . . .
The caterpillar and Alice
looked at each other in silence,

If you're in love with a Scorpio male and the word passion frightens you, put on your track shoes and run as if King Kong were pursuing you. He is.

I'm not speaking of romantic passion alone, though that may be at the head of the list. I also refer to pas­sionate intensity about politics, work, friendship, religion, food, relatives, children, clothing, life, death and any other categories you can think up. A Scorpio man is not exactly what your psyche needs if you're repelled by emotional excess. Don't look back. Just run.

You'll think I've taken leave of my senses if you've just met that particular Pluto person. He's so calm and steady. How could anyone with such obvious self-control be passionate, let alone dangerously so? How indeed. Be­cause he's only bluffing with the surface cool. Inside, his passions are as red hot as that stove you burned your hand on when you were three or four years old and getting into things out of your reach. This man may also be out of reach. He's sizzling underneath his deceptively controlled manner. Don't touch. You know perfectly well how long it takes for bums to heal. Remember? Your hand was stinging for weeks after that episode with the stove when you were in your Buster Browns. After this experience, your heart will burn for months, maybe years, and first aid kits will do little good. Grandma's favorite saying, "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure," applies to both stove burns and Scorpio singes, so play it safe. Make sure you know where you're going and with whom.

If your Sun sign gives you an asbestos, fireproof nature, go ahead and play with explosives. You may be able to keep the flames under control and have yourself a powerful fire to warm your heart for a lifetime. Perhaps you're pas­sionate about things yourself. Fine. Then it's simply a mat­ter of degree of heat. If your passion has an automatic thermostat, so it can be turned down to cool when his reads hot, you're safe. Let's pretend you are. The girls who are in danger should be in the next state by now, if they ran fast enough. They'll thank me someday after they've married a nice, safe Libran or Cancerian.

As for you women who have analyzed yourselves as safe in a Pluto relationship, let's see if we can find what's hidden behind those hypnotic, piercing Scorpio eyes. It's pretty certain he hasn't made a neutral impression on you. He's either got you thinking he's boyish and sweet, or that he's wicked and passionate. (There goes that word again.) The trouble is, he's neither. Or maybe I should say he's both. Well, this isn't getting us anywhere. Let's start all over again.
In a word, this man is invincible. Just behind his frosty reserve is a huge pot of boiling steam that bubbles and seethes continually. If you're lucky, he'll keep the lid on. tight for a lifetime, but a deep injury can blow it right off with a brilliant explosion. It's kind of fascinating to watch. if you're not in its direct line of destruction. Step aside, if you feel it coming. And don't do anything to cause it yourself.

He'll bewilder you with his twin Scorpio traits of passion and reason. He's master of both: intellect and emotions rule him equally. Scorpio is more than intelligent. If he's a highly evolved specimen, he's also deeply philosophical, concerned with mysteries of existence, and he'll come close to knowing the answers.

There are Scorpios who can live a spartan existence in a bare room, denying themselves every comfort for some obscure, aesthetic reason, but the true nature of the sign is sensual. Normally, Scorpio will surround himself with luxury. He'll lean toward excesses in food, drugs, drink, and yes-in love. Most assuredly in love. He's geared for it, with confidence. Romance will never frighten him, puz­zle him, or catch him unaware. It's been on his mind ever since he rode his first bicycle. Maybe even his first tricycle. Of course, you could conceivably know a Scorpio who is so absolutely innocent-looking, with such disarming, youthful charm and lack of obvious seductive mannerisms, he's convinced you that passion is over-rated in Pluto males. He may even have freckles, and a whole drawer full of Boy Scout merit badges. But ask his wife. Try some­thing like, "Say, Bertha-or Rosalie-or Sheila-or what­ever-is your husband, well, is he passionate?" She might summon enough dignity to tell you it's none of your busi­ness, but your answer will most likely be hysterical laugh­ter. Between her peals of mirth, she'll be remembering many days of his intense, passionate declarations about air pollution, housebreaking the dog, narcotics, long hair, birth control, and many nights of ... well, and many nights. This will be true even if her husband looks like Huckle­berry Finn, and doesn't even remotely resemble King Kong.

These men have an explosive temper that can strike a life-time wound. When the Scorpio lashes his deadly tail, the sting bites hard. He not only enjoys winning, he has to win. Something inside him dies when he loses, even in small ways; yet oddly enough, a Pluto man normally prac­tices good sportsmanship. Like all his other emotions, dis­appointment never shows on those set features, and his reactions are rigidly controlled, including his romantic in­tentions. If there's a good reason to avoid the relationship, hell bum inside while he's projecting a glacial calm out­wardly. He's also capable of torturing a girl cruelly before he finally decides to grab her by the hair and drag her off to his jungle of honeysuckle vines. Naturally, there are some November fellows who will gently propose on bended knee. They'll behave very properly, with or without a chaperone, but don't be deceived. It's merely the Scorpio desire to keep dignity at all cost. Your reputation must be spotless. He won't stand for ridicule or cheapness, for all his erotic nature.
Pluto people can have either a Sunday School teacher horror of sin, an attitude which produces intensely dedi­cated evangelistic religious leaders, like Billy Graham, or they can be driven by curiosity to penetrate every dark corner of the human mystery. Sometimes, both attitudes are combined, resulting in the hypocrisy or self-delusion of an Elmer Gantry or a Reverend Davidson in Rain.

Every Scorpio is a law unto himself, and completely un­concerned with what others think of him. He would like to be respected as a good, solid citizen, but if it interferes with any of his intense ideas or goals, then he couldn't care less, and those who gossip can just go to the place Pluto rules. None of his important decisions are hampered by the opinions of his friends, relatives, neighbors or enemies. I'm sorry to say, not even by you. Don't run away yet. Such beautiful self-containment and sureness of purpose can create a mighty attractive, free spirit who's not always fussing about what people think. Are honesty and courage and integrity such bad bargains? They may have lost a little of their sparkle in today's marketplace, but rub off the dust they've collected, and you can still get them appraised as genuine.

It's quite an experience to see the Scorpio man operate under adversity's black clouds. While others are mumbling and crumbling and grumbling, he is at his forceful, cou­rageous best. He seldom wallows in envy or self-pity, and he doesn't happen to think that life owes him a single farthing. You can just imagine how much time that saves. Instead of pouting in hurt anger when real troubles hit, he meets them head on. Conquer them? But of course.
That's what he was born to do.

One thing is a little frightening, and may require courage on your part. Scorpio loves mystery and there's not a single one that crosses his path he won't solve in detail. Since the eternal feminine mystery is any girl's most potent defense and offense, being stripped naked of your mystery can leave you feeling a little exposed. You'll scarcely have a secret left when he starts probing with those burning eyes and piercing questions.

He has high standards, and he won't choose his friends loosely. They'll have to measure up. This is a marvelous, rare kind of man who can share a jug of spirits and joke with rough humor among other men like a bawdy Eliza­bethan; then tap that deep, inscrutable nature and turn into as gentle and tender a lover as Robert Browning. If there's anything more to ask for in a male animal, I don't know what it might be. Submissiveness and forgiveness? Detachment and caution? That's not fair. You knew he was short on those qualities back in the beginning.
He can be cruel sometimes, for his own, unfathomable reasons, and he may even exhibit a sadistic sense of wit by describing you as fat, dumpy, shrewish and square in front of friends. It's his private joke. Grin, if it kills you. You've been warned that Scorpio is compelled to conceal his motives, and this tendency isn't watered down in love. It may even be intensified. He's not about to display his true emotions in front of the world like a vulnerable, smitten schoolboy. Later, when you're alone, he'll tell you what he really thinks.

Marriage gives you a certain security, but if he pulls some of his Pluto tricks before the knot is tied, it may hurt, and you'll fail to get the humor. Still, don't even think about telling him that his harsh, self-sufficient who-needs-you? game makes you feel like jumping off a bridge. The Scorpio man will just tell you to go ahead and jump. It may take a while to adjust to his personality, but it will eventually toughen you up. If you're too soft, you'll bruise easily with a Scorpio. Never ask him what he thinks of a new dress or hair-do, unless you're prepared to be stung by the brutal truth. At least you'll know his positive state­ments are honest, and not pasted together with the sticky glue of bored, insincere flattery. It's better to brave a good, healthy "You look awful," now and then, and be rewarded by an occasional "You're really beautiful, you know," than to swallow a constant diet of vague remarks like: "Yes, dear, it's lovely, sugar. Mmmmm-just fine, pigeon," from other men. Don't you think so? I do. But then, you're the one who has to live with it.

When it comes to jealousy, you'd better tread very, very carefully. He could bum and erupt like Mount Vesuvius in its heyday if you should accidentally wink near a man when a cinder gets in your eye, and if you ever give him a real reason to be suspicious, you're a very brave woman. But you'd better pack away your own jealous streak in the trunk, and then lock it. It will make no impression at all to drench him in angry tears or reproachful recriminations. No matter how he behaves, just say to yourself, "He loves me, and he will never discard real love for physical promiscuity. He's loyal to his deep ties, and he's only practicing his hypnotic art with those girls." Say it once before each meal, in the morning and at bedtime. Especially at bedtime. Women will find him irresistibly attractive, but keep remembering that if anyone is strong enough to resist such continual flattery and temptation, it's a Scorpio. Doesn't that make you feel better? It should. It's true.

He'll probably be a stern father. The children won't get away with an ounce of lazy or frivolous behavior. Hell teach them to respect property, but he'll also teach them to respect themselves. Youngsters will seldom get the chance to form any false values around a Scorpio papa. Although he'll love them with as much sincere passion as he puts into everything else he cares about, he won't Stand for any nonsense. He'll protect them when they need it, but they'll soon get the message that he expects them to stand alone. If they borrow money from him, he's liable to charge them interest on it, but it's for their own good. They may not realize that until he's gone some-day, but the lesson will eventually come home to them. Lots of children of Scorpio fathers resent his high-handed authority and tight discipline throughout childhood, and especially during the rebellious years, but as adults, they realize how lucky they were to have his firm guidance. From no other father can children learn so much truth about the way life really is. Often his offspring will find him gentle and funny; still there won't be any question about who is boss. He'll joke and laugh with them, and give them a sense of freedom, but the chalk line will be drawn, and they'll know not to cross it. Even as they resent his attitude of command, the children will secretly admire his strength and try to imitate it, but occasionally it works the other way. A gentle child may feel bullied and cowed by Scorpio power, and retreat into neurotic intro­version, fearing to risk his displeasure. Then you'll have to remind him that affection and tenderness sometimes get more results than his normal, unbending, autocratic manner. Just be sure you remind him tactfully and respectfully. A Scorpio man will never allow a woman to dictate to him. Never in a million years. He is the man and you are the woman, and if you have any doubts about it, you will be set straight so surely that you'll never need but one lesson. Yet, a Scorpio husband with a wife who truly understands him, will be tender, sympathetic, considerate, and repay her loyalty with the kind of love most women only read about and wish for.

It won't help much to try to resist this man, once the flame has been stirred and he's decided he wants you. Hell hypnotize you right out of all your good intentions. The magnetism of Scorpio men is almost tangible. You feel you can reach out and touch it. When you do, you may get a surprise. It will bum you only if you're over-sensitive and scorchable. If you're patient and strong, it will be like touching cool marble. Girls are out of their league with him. It takes a brave woman to fly with the eagle and not crash. He can soar higher than his symbolic bright star Antares in the constellation of Scorpio, then dip down suddenly to earthy expression. Hang on tightly, but keep your eyes open wide, and you'll see horizons with him the timid will never see. Look over there, just beyond the tall fir trees - did you ever in your whole life experience such a sunrise? Sunset will be just as grand.
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WOAH! explosive anger ah. unbelievable. well, my friend, that is some of my traits. BUT! as usual, analysing and describing people is very subjective.

inside, i am still that Singaporean man that lives on this island. heh.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Shopping Sp-free

shopping!!! its fun, with the right kind of people.

i just came back from Marina Square with my aunt, and all my cousins on my Mum's side. we got out at around 3pm and went to eat at Burger King at Tampines Mall. i got chilli stain on my polo. sheesh.

but anyway, we reached City Hall at around 4pm. first off we went to all the shops on the 1st floor. we entered shops like Zara, UCB, Puma, MNG. i'm not an avid shopper really. window shop; maybe. my type of person, i only buy what is necessary, not what i want. you don't see me buying a shirt that costs $102.90.

that's what i got. a polo T from Crocodile. okay. its a simple plain polo with just a crocodile logo on it! i've never bought a shirt that costs more than $30~~!

so anyway, when the salesgirl said got a 15% discount. it was $92 something. and cheekily i asked her to say the price again and i gave her that cheeky grin. then i said something like, 'Erm, do you know how much this polo T i'm wearing costs? 16 dollars.'

she laughed.

my aunt bought each of us 'something'. like everyone.
my cousin bought a shoe that was like $169 which was a Puma designer shoe and it looks fabulous.
my 4 female cousins, well there's only 3 male cousins including me, bought like 2 or 3 tops which was like i dunno, maybe $40+?
so i guess, my aunt's receipt would add up to what, SGD$450?

ouch.

maybe i should start eyeing that $10,000 per month job.
please have mercy, i only earn $400 per month as a Private in the Singapore Armed Forces.

i'm waking up at 4am tomorrow morning and i am not sure why in the world am i doing here. HAH! all in a day's work. either way i'm going to have only 4 hours of sleep.

this project i'm working on. which is....erm...classified (i wish).

but in any case, once my hair dries up, i'm off to sleep! =)
oyasumi!

i do miss you. i have your photo in my wallet! =)

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Pesterminators!!

we soldiers are the politicians' pawns of war.

like one said, 'Politicians are policy-makers, we, gentlemen are instruments of those policies.'

in war, Privates and Corporals are expendables.
but the question is, when there's really a war, are we going to die for our country?
dying is such a subjective topic in today's context.

oh, i forgot to mention.
the other day, me, Jaiya and Chia Seng, were told to clear this rubbish bin on the floor where our bunks were. the bin got this stench to it. well, it turned out to be a rubbish bin full of maggots!!! DISGUSTING!!!

we opened the lid, the whole underside of the lid was infested with maggots. and since i got 'arrowed' again. i had to carry the whole bin from 4th floor all the way down behind Company line to the boots washing area. have you any friggin' idea how disgusting that is?!
they had little bodies that wiggle and wiggle and had white colour and and and and...wow, just amazing.

but NO, that's not all we've cleared out. next stop, the stores room.
there's this particular corner of the store which had a thin piece of wood on one of the shelves.
turns out there's a huge friggin' termites nest!!
it really doesn't help if you're just given concertina wire gloves to pick up the pieces of wood. so we had this ingenius idea of using spades instead. its so gross; its so disgusting.

again, since nobody volunteered to be the frontman, i, Private MD RUZAINI, 'decided' to be 'arrowed' again by having the honour of holding the spade to clear out the nest.
i spaded out the little ants and made them quiver with fear. wahahahah.
woah, unimaginable, but i've lived through it wearing boots, army pants, and t shirt. HAH!
and my underwear, of course.

anymore gross encounters? let me think.......
well, nothing more la, the closest one i remembered was out in the jungle in BMT.
i remember we had FCO (Fire Control Order) practice.
i was one of the left wing. we had to run to cover behind trees and prone within 4 seconds. it was sick la. i didn't know there were exposed roots and rocks above ground because it was covered by thick marsh. as i went ran and went to prone position, my groin, which means to say my balls lah, smashed down on the rocks!!!!!!

that was the time when i had screamed out loud but was silenced by the rifles firing. it was very painful. i thought i had nearly lost my balls there. i squirmed lah. women wouldn't know the pain. hahaha!

come to think of it, its already been coming to 6 months being a soldier.
i wonder what the next 1 year and 6 months is going to be like.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

You & Me For Life

before i knock myself out to bed.


here. is my resolve.

determination, courage, fearless.

これでわたし の げんかいじゃない!!

it has taught me to fight forward. it will be my source of my resolve. it will be what i will live by. these will be my principles. i will stand by this resolve.

and i will protect it, WITH MY LIFE!

Can I Quit?

this a bad week. i don't know why i'm here anyway. i should be recovering lost sleep!

firstly, i had flu earlier during the week. well, not a bad one but still enough to render me half-zombie. i simply hate falling sick.

then again, having 4 hours of sleep for 2 days straight isn't helping. i'm not in my best of mood.

people think that being a soldier is glamorous, exciting and full of adventure. some might even say interesting. well, let me tell you this, that is just the good side. once they've seen the bad side, well, let's just say its a little bit too late.

i wanna go fishing someday. maybe next week. hah!
yay!
boat fishing lah. i where got fish at longkang.

you know what. you know what will make me happy right now.
strawberries!
i'm just too easy to please; if you know the right stuff! hah! =P
i may look very picky but don't be fooled. really. wait. is it?
but i am picky. sometimes.

its only 7.38pm and i want to go to bed.
seriously, it IS tiring.
you have no idea.....

tomorrow i've to wake up like 5am. and report back to camp at 7am.
sickening. and its an hour train ride there.
i'm so sick, i feel like dying already.
NS is not fun anymore.

Listening to:
'Too Much Heaven' by Bee Gees
'Change The World' by Eric Clapton
'Tears In Heaven' by Eric Clapton
'Winds Of Change' by Scorpions
'I Don't Want To Miss A Thing' by Aerosmith
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