It's been an interesting weekend!
First up, it was the NDP rehearsal 6. It amazes me how I managed to live through six of them. Now there is just the Preview and NDP left. So I really can't wait for it to be over.
Next thing up was, at around 10am, I noticed a lot of people starting to appear around our area, wearing Liverpool jerseys and walking towards Fullerton Hotel.
How could I have forgotten! Haha. Turns out that Liverpool FC was staying at Fullerton and all the fans gathered to watch them during their cruise around Singapore River.
There was a funny moment when this fellow, wearing a Chelsea jersey, came up from the MRT station near by, only to realise he was swarmed by a sea of red shirts.
He walked towards the Penny Black bar (people were singing You'll Never Walk Alone inside the bar), looked at all the red banners and Liverpool jerseys, probably got scared of being stared at, and walked back in the opposite direction. LOL
Before the team arrived, the medics were coming up with crazy hypothetical situations if the boats hit some problems and we had to rescue them. Wow that would be crazy if the likes of Fernando Torres and other superstars visited our tent.
Imagine that we saved them, and they gave us tickets to visit Anfield! Or loads of signed jerseys and exclusive passes!
Yeah, daydreaming I know.
Anyway by around 2pm, they arrived. They got onto 3 seperate boats, and you can see all the crazy fans chasing the boat up and down the length of the Singapore River.
The sun was crazily hot. As in, hot as hell. No hint of a breeze or any clouds, yet you can see the hundreds of people waiting for their appearance. RESPECT!
The first boat arrived, and I could see Torres, Kuyt, Alonso, Reira and most of the other first teamers. At this point I was feeling damn surreal, seeing the football stars in flesh for the first time.
Torres looked rather mechanical and shy, waving at random points.
At this point, when we saw Alonso, everyone started shouting, "DON'T GO REAL MADRID!", "STAY FOR LIVERPOOL!" and stuff like that. I'm sure he heard us. Haha. But I really hope he doesn't join them, because he's such a great player for us.
Kuyt and Alonso seemed to have the most fun, because there was this fan trying to toss his jersey at them.
I wouldn't recommend it really, since if you miss, that's $100 odd bucks down the dark depths of our river. =S
Second boat was, well, second teamers. Haha. But Carragher and Reina was on it. Carragher was like, hmmmmm, in his stony face the whole way though.
Third boat was the coaching staff. Sammy Lee was sitting on the bow of the boat, with his legs dangling out just about the sea. Not much safety there.
Inside the boat, near the front seats was Rafa. Strangely I decided to wave at him. LOL. But once again everyone was shouting at him not to sell Alonso.
At the end of the cruise, there was a bit of confusion because all the NDP patrol vessels and NDU fastcrafts were also by the river and there was a bit of a jam. I wonder what the Liverpool players must have felt, seeing their small ship flanked by 4-5 military ships.
Here's a link of the coverage of the Singapore River cruise.
No bloody pictures, because I didn't have a bloody camera for crying out loud. Sian.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
The Post which is 9K and K9
I was getting ready for my book in on Friday night when my phone rang.
Turns it was from my office. They supplied me with the usual stream of needless information ( "Drive safely.", " Don't speed", "Don't bang lamppost ever again you asshole" etc) until it hit the last one, which was to get a haircut.
I took a shower, went downstairs, and then I realised I had the strangest habit, which I developed over the years when it came down to haircuts.
I would be in the lift, on the way down to the ground floor, and I'd start a mental rehearsal of what to tell the hairdresser.
"Uh auntie, just trim my hair. Need to slope a bit. Ya lo, in the army. Fringe, not so short can?"
And I'd repeat it to myself a few times, as though it was a silent mantra that protected me from bad haircuts. Given my illustrious history of haircuts, I'm saying you can't really blame me.
When I was a little boy, I had the unfortunate experience of having a haircut at a friendly neighbourhood barber, only for the fellow to declare to my mother that I had "hair dirtier than Ji Gong's", much to my chagrin.
After that my mother left nothing to chance, well, nothing to me for that fact. It would be a clean short haircut that would accompany me for the rest of my primary school life.
When I hit secondary schools, hormones, dramatic love lives and hairstyles kicked in altogether. I presume that would be the origin of my silent mantra, because I started developing some kind of communication barrier with my hairdressers.
My request before my barber/hairdresser would always be the same. "Jian duan yi dian."
Which in my literal translation, it meant "Cut short, a bit will do."
So I'd close my eyes, let him snip away and relax, only to open my eyes and go WAH LAO EH WHY SO SHORT!
I took me rather long to realise that "Jian duan yi dian" also meant..
"Cut shorter!!"
JC life beckon me, now that I'm more well versed in the art of not getting clean shaves on the head. I could finally see my fringe (well I started seeing it in sec 4, but admiting it to my mom will just get me another haircut), but I hit head on with my arch-nemesis.
Mr F.Tong and his crony that-sweaty-teacher-whom-I-don't-know-his-name.
That really hit the pits. Everytime my hair will start to get long, and I'd decide, okay time to get a haircut.
The next day, there would be a spotcheck during assembly and I thought I would be safe and one of them would appear and go "Oi you long hair right. Go stand in front."
o.o WTF WHY?
(Audrey and Chiatyin can testify for this. Strangely, they are always around and laughing when this happened)
Finally, I had the hairstyle I wanted to, only to enlist and subject my hair to the whim and mercy of the Tekong barber.
It was the most painful haircut I had, physically and mentally. Physically was when the shaver pressed so pretty damn hard into your skull, as though it was the bane of the barber's existence. Mentally was when you went up to shower and you saw yourself in the mirror, and the feeling of "YOU'VE ENLISTED" seeps into the pit of your stomach.
Ironically, after that I started to leave my hair long, and no one ever bothered, even now in the unit. In fact there are times where I thought my hair now is longer than it ever was before.
So I reached the hairdresser on Friday night, glad it was still open. I popped into the seat, and told the lady,
"Uh auntie, just trim my hair. Need to slope a bit. Ya lo, in the army. Fringe, not so short can?"
I closed my eyes, settled back comfortably, glad that my days of short botak haircuts are long behind me, until I opened my eyes.
WAH LAO EH WHY SO SHORT!
Turns it was from my office. They supplied me with the usual stream of needless information ( "Drive safely.", " Don't speed", "Don't bang lamppost ever again you asshole" etc) until it hit the last one, which was to get a haircut.
I took a shower, went downstairs, and then I realised I had the strangest habit, which I developed over the years when it came down to haircuts.
I would be in the lift, on the way down to the ground floor, and I'd start a mental rehearsal of what to tell the hairdresser.
"Uh auntie, just trim my hair. Need to slope a bit. Ya lo, in the army. Fringe, not so short can?"
And I'd repeat it to myself a few times, as though it was a silent mantra that protected me from bad haircuts. Given my illustrious history of haircuts, I'm saying you can't really blame me.
When I was a little boy, I had the unfortunate experience of having a haircut at a friendly neighbourhood barber, only for the fellow to declare to my mother that I had "hair dirtier than Ji Gong's", much to my chagrin.
After that my mother left nothing to chance, well, nothing to me for that fact. It would be a clean short haircut that would accompany me for the rest of my primary school life.
When I hit secondary schools, hormones, dramatic love lives and hairstyles kicked in altogether. I presume that would be the origin of my silent mantra, because I started developing some kind of communication barrier with my hairdressers.
My request before my barber/hairdresser would always be the same. "Jian duan yi dian."
Which in my literal translation, it meant "Cut short, a bit will do."
So I'd close my eyes, let him snip away and relax, only to open my eyes and go WAH LAO EH WHY SO SHORT!
I took me rather long to realise that "Jian duan yi dian" also meant..
"Cut shorter!!"
JC life beckon me, now that I'm more well versed in the art of not getting clean shaves on the head. I could finally see my fringe (well I started seeing it in sec 4, but admiting it to my mom will just get me another haircut), but I hit head on with my arch-nemesis.
Mr F.Tong and his crony that-sweaty-teacher-whom-I-don't-know-his-name.
That really hit the pits. Everytime my hair will start to get long, and I'd decide, okay time to get a haircut.
The next day, there would be a spotcheck during assembly and I thought I would be safe and one of them would appear and go "Oi you long hair right. Go stand in front."
o.o WTF WHY?
(Audrey and Chiatyin can testify for this. Strangely, they are always around and laughing when this happened)
Finally, I had the hairstyle I wanted to, only to enlist and subject my hair to the whim and mercy of the Tekong barber.
It was the most painful haircut I had, physically and mentally. Physically was when the shaver pressed so pretty damn hard into your skull, as though it was the bane of the barber's existence. Mentally was when you went up to shower and you saw yourself in the mirror, and the feeling of "YOU'VE ENLISTED" seeps into the pit of your stomach.
Ironically, after that I started to leave my hair long, and no one ever bothered, even now in the unit. In fact there are times where I thought my hair now is longer than it ever was before.
So I reached the hairdresser on Friday night, glad it was still open. I popped into the seat, and told the lady,
"Uh auntie, just trim my hair. Need to slope a bit. Ya lo, in the army. Fringe, not so short can?"
I closed my eyes, settled back comfortably, glad that my days of short botak haircuts are long behind me, until I opened my eyes.
WAH LAO EH WHY SO SHORT!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The Post which is the History's Strongest
Well it's Thursday and my morning was a rather exciting episode.
I was watching this basketball tournament that's going on in camp, when I noticed some commotion going on the track.
A while later, I received the notification to stand by my ambulance. Turns out that there's a casualty and I had to send him to hospital.
During the treatment of the casualty by the MOs, I realised it was the perfect example of ordered chaos. Everyone is talking, but the messages do get across. Everyone is moving, taking something, but no one seems to get into another's way.
So I guess it's pretty cool and calm. Kudos to the medical personnel.
Anyway there was the adrenaline rush that came over me when I was about to speed off. I don't know how to describe it. Like your heart is beating real fast but you keep telling yourself to stay calm. A pretty neat feeling.
And then there's the ambulance horn. Freaking fun. I was turning out from this minor road with a car going straight and a bunch of troops marching in.
*BOH BOH BOH*
(okay that was supposed to be the sound but I can't imitate it well LOL)
Then everyone stop. Okay so I go.
Hit the main road. Some van in the way. I could see it was loading with army folks, since they were wearing the hideous no.4.
*BOH BOH BOH*
(yeah think I should stop making that noise)
Everyone stop again. Not bad!
Haha okay sounds a bit crazy but lucky the guy turned out to be fine. And it also broke my daily monotony of eat and sleep, but hey, I'm not complaining.
Tomorrow is Friday, so regular folks are happy.
I can see that because people are taking the train towards the city area, looking forward to a good meal with friends and enjoying the city lights, while I take a train towards the camp area, looking forward to rushing all the paperwork and enjoying waking up at 5am the next day.
2 more rehearsals, 1 more Preview, and 1 more NDP to go!
I was watching this basketball tournament that's going on in camp, when I noticed some commotion going on the track.
A while later, I received the notification to stand by my ambulance. Turns out that there's a casualty and I had to send him to hospital.
During the treatment of the casualty by the MOs, I realised it was the perfect example of ordered chaos. Everyone is talking, but the messages do get across. Everyone is moving, taking something, but no one seems to get into another's way.
So I guess it's pretty cool and calm. Kudos to the medical personnel.
Anyway there was the adrenaline rush that came over me when I was about to speed off. I don't know how to describe it. Like your heart is beating real fast but you keep telling yourself to stay calm. A pretty neat feeling.
And then there's the ambulance horn. Freaking fun. I was turning out from this minor road with a car going straight and a bunch of troops marching in.
*BOH BOH BOH*
(okay that was supposed to be the sound but I can't imitate it well LOL)
Then everyone stop. Okay so I go.
Hit the main road. Some van in the way. I could see it was loading with army folks, since they were wearing the hideous no.4.
*BOH BOH BOH*
(yeah think I should stop making that noise)
Everyone stop again. Not bad!
Haha okay sounds a bit crazy but lucky the guy turned out to be fine. And it also broke my daily monotony of eat and sleep, but hey, I'm not complaining.
Tomorrow is Friday, so regular folks are happy.
I can see that because people are taking the train towards the city area, looking forward to a good meal with friends and enjoying the city lights, while I take a train towards the camp area, looking forward to rushing all the paperwork and enjoying waking up at 5am the next day.
2 more rehearsals, 1 more Preview, and 1 more NDP to go!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Post which Are Grow
Your Ass
white immaculate
its suppleness brings forth health
without it we die
Your Mouth
deepest darkest pleas
of pleasures always untold
yet not deep enough
Snog
two fluids mix life
one into another fast
slowly together
Anyway I realised I'm running out of blog material, so I got a guest columnist of great renown to put up his two cents worth on Haiku.
I was kidding about the last bit. He's just a medic who is equally bored doing duty. But it is indeed haiku. LOL
If it's a bit, erotic, R-rated, perverted (take your pick), don't blame me. Blame Sean Wu, Medical Board I/C of Changi Naval Medical Centre! =)
Well it's 4 more months to ORD as of today. Man we really came a long way. I'm a bit guilty of counting down a little too much, ever since I entered NS, but who can blame me?
First up, I've gotta settle NDP, which has exactly another month to run. That will be last great contribution to my unit, and hopefully they will chuck me aside and let me do my own stuff. Haha.
Sometimes I wonder, I keep looking forward to things, that I'm not enjoying the times I'm currently having.
Okay sure, I'm having a great life as an ambulance driver, but it feels like I'm going through the passage, void of feelings and achievements, solely for the sake of passing through it.
white immaculate
its suppleness brings forth health
without it we die
Your Mouth
deepest darkest pleas
of pleasures always untold
yet not deep enough
Snog
two fluids mix life
one into another fast
slowly together
Anyway I realised I'm running out of blog material, so I got a guest columnist of great renown to put up his two cents worth on Haiku.
I was kidding about the last bit. He's just a medic who is equally bored doing duty. But it is indeed haiku. LOL
If it's a bit, erotic, R-rated, perverted (take your pick), don't blame me. Blame Sean Wu, Medical Board I/C of Changi Naval Medical Centre! =)
Well it's 4 more months to ORD as of today. Man we really came a long way. I'm a bit guilty of counting down a little too much, ever since I entered NS, but who can blame me?
First up, I've gotta settle NDP, which has exactly another month to run. That will be last great contribution to my unit, and hopefully they will chuck me aside and let me do my own stuff. Haha.
Sometimes I wonder, I keep looking forward to things, that I'm not enjoying the times I'm currently having.
Okay sure, I'm having a great life as an ambulance driver, but it feels like I'm going through the passage, void of feelings and achievements, solely for the sake of passing through it.
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