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Sunday, June 09, 2002

Btw about the muppet quiz, I'm Kermit. But I refuse to post the code thingie :)

I went for my platoon chalet just now!

On the way there, I discovered to my horror that some guy in the MRT had as his ring tone Singapore's National Anthem.

At the chalet itself, it was a touch boring, but there were more interesting bits. A large proportion of people were topless, supposedly because it was very hot. Attendence seemed dismal, but in the end most turned up, just that they all came very late. And 4 people brought their girlfriends. Or, as someone speculated, they brought people and claimed that they were their girlfriends. Though most of them looked very lian (and maybe got their clothing from This "Lian" Fashion).

2 units away, first a woman and then her daughter were using some hair dryer like contraption to try to start their fire. Willie made some remark about little girls nowadays being too spoilt, haha.

Since we have quite a few smokers in our platoon, they were smoking all over the chalet. And cigarette ash got onto the food. Coupled with the overcooking... I don't want to know how carcinogenic that was. Maybe that was why my stomach felt funny after a while.

Me on Tiger Beer: It tastes like shit.
Jeremy: Fuck you lah.

Yes, I did imbibe alcohol, albeit only a few drops of Tiger Beer, Red Wine, Vodka and Martell each, if only to see if alcohol was really as disgusting as I remembered. The first 2 still suck, as I recall. And the last 2 are more horrible than I could have ever imagined. The vodka feels cold on the lips

They played the game that Kairen told me about from his days in 1SIR, the one where you take a cup of beer, place a piece of tissue over the rim, put a 10 cent coin in the middle and take turns to burn holes in the tissue with a lighted cigarette. And the one who makes the coin fall in gets to drink the mixture.

We got to taupok the sergeants on the chalet beds. Yeh. Rare opportunity.

Roy gave me, Khairuldin and Daniel a lift to Orchard. There was a sad episode where they 'checked out' this girl walking by the side of the road, when Roy slowed the car down and all but me craned their heads to look at the girl. So now I know how sad people in cars check girls out. Daniel rolled down the window and spat, and the spit landed on the back window. Yeech. Conversation along the way was, sadly, about things like their experiences in visiting high class prostitutes, where you have to pay for alcohol, and where one person spent $500 for some Vietnamese girl. Or something. And I learnt about 'Bapoks' (Transvestites), about their relative merits (they "give head" "better and faster" and let you fulfill Greek pederastic fantasies) and demerits (they are expensive and sometimes will lapse into their male voices). I'm just happy that I don't live a life where I come into regular, nay, any contact with this sort of stuff. I don't want to live in that world.


I don't see the big deal about driving lessons, and why everybody is taking them. Probably peer pressure.

I keep old movie ticket stubs, partly out of laziness to throw them away, but Tze Li does something better - he writes the names of the people he watched the movie with on the back. Now, why didn't I think of that?

Even after I've checked up the pronunciation, my sister and brother in law still are obstinate and insist that one of the correct pronunciations is wrong. How annoying. Grr.

I keep tripping over the wire charging my phone and it keeps flying onto the floor. I hope it doesn't get damaged. But then again, a Nokia phone -has- survived the 11 storey drop from my sister's window :)

More accolades: "Gabriel's Homepage damn farni. go visit. big big site. so what if he's not interested in cheem web design.. go for the content. he writes really well too, has a blog. i suggest you start with the homepage, and don't forget his apt RJC review. " Though I don't think I deserve the praise :)

Of all the disgusting things. Now we have a weblog with a layout based on. Sanitary Napkins. Please excuse me while I hit my forehead.


Something I forgot to put in my bookout post just now:

Just before booking out after guard duty, someone peed in the water bottle of someone whom most of the platoon dislikes. I feel quite bad, but I think I couldn't have done anything anyhow.


C�est magnifique, mais ce n�est pas la guerre.� Admirable, but not according to rule. The comment of Marshal Canrobert on the charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava.
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