Ouuch

So, I regret whacking buffet at Sakura with the ODAC fellas. Company was great, food was hard to swallow though. Now I'm having difficulty drawing deep breaths, I haven't passed motion since Thursday and I have duty tomorrow. What the fuck. Looks like it's time for me to pop laxatives and pang sai aids later. Alas, I'd wake with killer stomach aches and an equally killer diarrhaeo.

I Could Have..

Take the quiz:
Which Singer Are You?

Amy Lee
Like Amy, you often find yourself overwhelmed with day to day life and the outcomes of your decisions. As well as making a special place for yourself outside of reality to ease your suffereing. You are sweet and subtle with your messages and they are often misconcepted, but none the less, heard.

So I could have been an Amy Lee in my past life, don't think my messages are sweet and subtle though.

However if I were to be as good as a guitarist, I'd be..

.. Synster Gates, my newly added on the favourite guitarist list which includes Slash GnR, Petrucci DT and Kirk Hammet Metallica.

It's Okay

"It's okay to be messed up"
"We were messed up and we picked ourselves up"
-Gerard Way of MCR

By the looks of it, they make pucker music but are still messed up. With the eye liners the red eye shadows and bloodied face at every gig, they are messed up bad.

A7X for life \m/

Vroopassem

Yes, the liscence is now in my hands, well still have to wait 3 darn weeks before it arrives ONCE I get my photo taken. Yeah but I had to endure being ticked off by the tester.

"Did you know you beat red light"
And I began my endless rant on how I did not beat red light and that I was at the stop line on green and turned on flicker. Which is alright by MY standards.
"Why you argue for what? You wrong admit wrong, don't argue."
What the fuck, admit? When I did nothing?
So I go on my "sorry sir, nervous"

And he counted my points and wrote a number 16 and I was on my feet with arms raised in jubilation. But I did not bring my photo and the photo shop closed. So I gotta wait awhile before I can apply my liscence.

So everyone's abroad, no one else in Singapore. Everyone's either in their home country, on holiday or in some God forsaken country that houses some god forsaken military facility governed by god forsaken SAF.

More CDs to add to my already mega oversize amazon.com wishlist.

1. Thrice's Vheissu & Artist in the Ambulance
2. Avenged Sevenfold's City of Evil and Waking the Fallen

Metalcore for life \m/

D-Day

Tomorrow is D-Day. Drivingtest-Day.

Today was the second last driving lesson before the big test and I screwed up again. Striked curb while doing directional change and striked the curb again while doing vertical parking. Tim said that I had to be one with the car and have to use the force. The force to force my tester to believe that all my mistakes are nothing and that I will instantly pass. I need the liscence, I need to stop wasting money.

Doodie Day

Laziness Meets Root Canal

So I've been told my tooth is dead. Prior to today's meeting with the dentist, I already knew my tooth was a goner, its discoloration was quite obvious, there's a darkened patch on my front tooth which didn't go away even with super hard vigorous brushing or half-yearly trips to the dentist for the mandatory cleaning and sand-blasting.

The dentist said I had to re-do the whole root canal treatment again. That means sucking all the dead tissue out and filling it up with God knows what. She told me that they have to fill some parts with cement. Think I'm gonna weigh heavy after this.

Appointment ended about 12 plus and I was lazy to go back camp. I was given the verbal not so obvious 'i dunno anything' go-ahead by my IC before I left for appointment so I just left and didn't come back. So I was officially AWOLed for the remaining part of the day, but who cares. Well I tried asking the filipino dentist if I was covered for the day and she said today I can give you time sheet coz no treatment was done only X-ray. Only second visit I can give you MC because there will be some pain involved. Like what the fuck lah.

So I went home. Nobody cares.

Tomorrow may go climbing in TPJC. Taking half day off, leaving at 1130 probably going climbing and then driving and then ODAC camp fire. Driving test on Saturday. *Shudder*

Rave

Everyone's been raving about so many flicks that I never managed to catch, so I would stock up on DVDs and bring them while doing my duty on the 17th.

1. Trainspotting
2. City of God
3. Really wanna catch American History X again.

That would cover almost a 24 hour duty if I couple it up with hours of winning eleven and Halo.

Geeeeeeeeeraldine

Geraldine Chua's a babe.

She's got spunk and style-loh mylo ord loh.

(210 absolute days to ROD loh and counting)

Ridza did his speculation for things to come in the coming months and it's my turn to do mine.

June - Work, MC, MA and World Cup Germany 2006
July - Work
August - Work
September - Work
October - Work
November - Work, mood sets in.
December - clear leave, no work, ROD mood, ROD loh.

Defeat

Okay so we got our asses whooped by a buncha privates who looked as though they recently graduated from fatboy bootcamp which didn't really help them shed inches. Probably out-of-coursees from Echo and Kilo coy and then thrown into OETI as auxilliary staff (LP-Lobo Personnel). They train hard and we could have won the second pull if collectively we pulled at precise counts but after being dragged afew metres forward, we were tugging at the rope for dear life. Everybody's rythm was wrong, we were driven by sheer will and not the constant yellings of the team manager. We were desperate. Desperate to win this and desperate times call for desperate measures.

The worse part of this competition was, our pillar of strength, the anchor, the one that pulls and cannot be pulled injured his lower back and did not pull. Our team leader, did not show off because of an inflexible commissioning parade council. We were led blindly, not knowing what to do and all we did was grab the rope and pull with no strategy at all. You cannot win without a strategy. Even a ridiculous sport of dragonboating where all you do is dig your paddle deep into the water and pull requires strategy.

We knew we were done for from the start.

At least there were brighter skys ahead, we were able to go home directly after the uneven match-up, it was a record time reaching home without being on off or an off-pass. 11am! But I was so drained that all I did was grab a burger, head home, ate and slept. I feel like threadmill-ing over at Jan's a little later. Yesterday I try running while feeling really bloated and airfilled and I stopped after 1.2km. Whenever I go on duty, I'd feel all bloated with air during the night and sometimes, goes all the way till the day after.

Back to work, tomorrow, Fiak.