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The Way I Am (Live on WERS) - Ingrid Michaelson
Sunday, May 22, 2011
in retrospect, at 10:35 AM
Once in a while, when you spend most of your entire life into something which you don't exceptionally love, you start to reminiscent. Today I woke up at 8AM naturally cause I slept too much the previous day. I slept on the car, at my grandma's house on the massage chair, on the sofa before bathing and finally on bed after bathing. I went out to have roti prata for breakfast, just like old times. A bit different though - this time I ate an extra prata and an extra cup of teh tarik.
But then it all felt good. I can stroll along the pavements instead of
doubling up everywhere I go. I can have my shirt tucked out. I can afford to spend fourty minutes eating breakfast. I can even drag my feet if I wanted to.
Ingrid's The Way I Am came up on shuffle after a couple of songs, and memories started to flow in. I always love it when some specific tunes are pegged to memories in a certain phase of my life. The song winds me back to June last year, when we wake up on weekend mornings, shorts and slippers, a light backpack of notes and stroll to VJ's scrabble board to study. At times we'll see a few other "regulars" like Xin Chen or Freda but otherwise the scrabble board is just us, the chilly morning wind, the peace and quiet and the school cat. I recall those little things we do - stealing the security bike to buy takeaways from Parkway, having lunch that Daniel bought, up at the tree-house, the nice hot drinks dispenser at the scrabble board and the pleasant small chats we had in between breaks. I miss writing econs essays on the shaky scrabble board table, I miss all the random people we see around in school on weekends when the school's home to probably less than 30 others.
Maybe next time when I look back, I might miss BMT too.
With my rifle and my buddy and me.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
in retrospect, at 4:05 PM
It's been two weeks past BMT already, and so far so good. Some days were terrible, day four especially - that was the day all of us harboured suicidal thoughts together but it seems like my body got used to punishments. Knock it downs, crunches, prone rolls and all. And instead, I'm actually starting to develop a sense of pride to be in Raven.
Our commanders have been scolding us almost everyday though, but to be honest I do understand why. After I started to feel the pride in being a recruit in Raven, I look around and I see so many fellow platoon / company mates who don't sing, don't echo and don't bother to put in effort into things. People who makes the whole company knock it down even when the rest are putting in real effort into things. But that's enough of complaining.
Time now actually passes quite swiftly in BMT. The trick's really just not to bother about how many days to book out and the date everyday, but just look forward to things which happen often. For me, it's food. So effectively my day is split into three parts: before breakfast, before lunch and before dinner. And I may actually enjoy it. Though of course more admin / free time would always be great.
What more?
Sunday, May 01, 2011
in retrospect, at 11:20 PM
I've gone clubbing a few times, went out with many of my friends, volunteered at SAMH, currently having a close to $500 budget deficit despite my weekly "working reimbursement" of $80, went for all the interviews, settled on NTU & its scholarship, had an extremely busy week ever since I left work, and I got to ball at Sentosa today. What more can I ask of life right? Maybe? But yeah whatever, I'm ready for NS. Oh, Singapore Government, I am now ready for the sacrifice.
The Way I Am (Live on WERS) - Ingrid Michaelson
Sunday, May 22, 2011
in retrospect, at 10:35 AM
Once in a while, when you spend most of your entire life into something which you don't exceptionally love, you start to reminiscent. Today I woke up at 8AM naturally cause I slept too much the previous day. I slept on the car, at my grandma's house on the massage chair, on the sofa before bathing and finally on bed after bathing. I went out to have roti prata for breakfast, just like old times. A bit different though - this time I ate an extra prata and an extra cup of teh tarik.
But then it all felt good. I can stroll along the pavements instead of
doubling up everywhere I go. I can have my shirt tucked out. I can afford to spend fourty minutes eating breakfast. I can even drag my feet if I wanted to.
Ingrid's The Way I Am came up on shuffle after a couple of songs, and memories started to flow in. I always love it when some specific tunes are pegged to memories in a certain phase of my life. The song winds me back to June last year, when we wake up on weekend mornings, shorts and slippers, a light backpack of notes and stroll to VJ's scrabble board to study. At times we'll see a few other "regulars" like Xin Chen or Freda but otherwise the scrabble board is just us, the chilly morning wind, the peace and quiet and the school cat. I recall those little things we do - stealing the security bike to buy takeaways from Parkway, having lunch that Daniel bought, up at the tree-house, the nice hot drinks dispenser at the scrabble board and the pleasant small chats we had in between breaks. I miss writing econs essays on the shaky scrabble board table, I miss all the random people we see around in school on weekends when the school's home to probably less than 30 others.
Maybe next time when I look back, I might miss BMT too.
With my rifle and my buddy and me.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
in retrospect, at 4:05 PM
It's been two weeks past BMT already, and so far so good. Some days were terrible, day four especially - that was the day all of us harboured suicidal thoughts together but it seems like my body got used to punishments. Knock it downs, crunches, prone rolls and all. And instead, I'm actually starting to develop a sense of pride to be in Raven.
Our commanders have been scolding us almost everyday though, but to be honest I do understand why. After I started to feel the pride in being a recruit in Raven, I look around and I see so many fellow platoon / company mates who don't sing, don't echo and don't bother to put in effort into things. People who makes the whole company knock it down even when the rest are putting in real effort into things. But that's enough of complaining.
Time now actually passes quite swiftly in BMT. The trick's really just not to bother about how many days to book out and the date everyday, but just look forward to things which happen often. For me, it's food. So effectively my day is split into three parts: before breakfast, before lunch and before dinner. And I may actually enjoy it. Though of course more admin / free time would always be great.
What more?
Sunday, May 01, 2011
in retrospect, at 11:20 PM
I've gone clubbing a few times, went out with many of my friends, volunteered at SAMH, currently having a close to $500 budget deficit despite my weekly "working reimbursement" of $80, went for all the interviews, settled on NTU & its scholarship, had an extremely busy week ever since I left work, and I got to ball at Sentosa today. What more can I ask of life right? Maybe? But yeah whatever, I'm ready for NS. Oh, Singapore Government, I am now ready for the sacrifice.
Before you read this,
This blog is not going to be about cheery encounters, sizzling gossips or interesting current affairs.
So if you're looking for any of the above three, do 'x' this page. That was a warning - before you waste your time here.
The author of this blog is pretty much a narcissist, and most of the posts here would be constantly lamenting about tiny things in his head which wouldn't concern you, nor the world.
Instead, the further he serves his two-years compulsory bond of being born a Singaporean son - National Service - the more tiresome and self-absorbed his posts will get.
The only intended audience for the blog is the author himself, and perhaps those who care enough.
Take this as a warning, so if you're looking for entertainment, this really isn't the right place. I've warned you...
P.S. I know this blog template's absolutely narcissistic.
More About Me
Chew Bolong, Singaporean. Would have to emphasize on that point at times cause you're not exactly the first one thinking that my name's PRC.
Oh, yes, my name's a Mandarin translation. Get on with life already.
I graduated from Dunman High School, then Victoria Junior College and I'm currently spending the next year and a half of my life (brainless), in National Service.
I have interests in designing and art [note: interest doesn't mean ability], (indie rock / folk) music, nature, long walks at night and making friends - sounds like a weird combination to say but those are things I associate myself to.
I'm an
ENTP but at times an introvert. I love deep conversations with people.
I'm always in a dilemma deciding whether or not to change this description about myself, so I've decided that additional details shall be listed under.
27 Random Facts you HAVE to know about me
1. I used to suffer from insomnia cause annoying tunes would be stuck in my head or I tend to think through every event that's happened in the day, so I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. But in NS that doesn't apply anymore, cause I'm always tired. Don't think that's a good thing.
2. I like long walks alone at night, because it gives me a good opportunity to reflect, let my mind wander into deep stuff and just immerse in nature and the surroundings. That's provided the place I'm at is quiet and green. Yeah that's parks, garden, and most of Serangoon. Unfortunately, since NS, my mind's been pretty empty most of the time.
3. I told myself that by 37 years old I must have a (big) house complete with a billard table, a home-theatre system, a cosy round table and 4 armchairs in a corner of my (huge) living room, a secret hideout with natural lighting to chill and read books, a tiny bartender corner, a walk-in wardrobe and a useable kitchen amongst all other things. But my definition of future success only encompasses one thing - happiness. Yeah, it's a cliche but there must be a reason why it's a cliche right?
4. I enjoy people-watching. Behavioral science. You can actually tell a lot from that.
5. A part of my body I hate the most? My calves for sure. If you're a consistent reader of my blog I'm sure you would have heard of it already. But yeah, I'm standing at merely 165+ but I'd rather have thinner calves than be taller.
6. I (secretly) detest the Secondary 1, 2 me cause I was way too childish and immature. Not that secretive anymore, but I could have better spent that 2 years doing something else rather than doing lame things and attracting attention. I don't exactly like to mention this cause it's unglamorous, so lucky you.
7. I'm extremely afraid of cats. Like as if you don't know that already.
8. I can't take plain white bread. Nor powder formulated (warm) milk. They really make me wanna puke, cause they've that gooey feeling and they get stuck between or under your teeth. Which is disgusting. That's probably one of the reasons why I'm so short. I didn't know fresh milk existed when I was young, so I didn't drink milk for around a decade.
9. I find people who have good fashion sense and natural leadership emanating from them incredibly sexy.
10. I like girls with slightly reddish long hair and colourful sun dresses.
11. I have an inevitably heavy breathing, and it always gets worse when I start to notice it. Instead, I just reminded myself of it and am having a hard time trying to regulate my breathing right now. Plus I only breathe through my mouth. Although I've a big nose, my nostrils are probably small cause I have a blocked nose 24/7. BUT somehow when I fall asleep my body will force myself to breathe through my nose. Which is the reason why I snore in lectures. It's not even a snore actually - just heavy breathing sounds. I know I sound defensive right now. But no. True story.
12. I think the first gush of air from the air-conditioning system of a car is extremely addictive and pleasant. I'm pretty surprised some of my friends thought so too.
13. Crocs look ugly, but they smell really awesome to me. That fresh smell of sweet rubber. Everytime I walk past a Crocs outlet my heart melts a bit. No one seems to agree with me on this though.
14. The standard pen I use is a Pilot G2 0.5 ballpoint, and I write with such force on paper that Mr Ken Leong once commented on my essay: "braille?". The problem's so severe I need to use a cardboard piece (or a stack of paper of at least 5 pieces) as padding whenever I'm writing on paper. I switched to Uniball 0.38s in JC2. I am now using the Uniball to sketch as well.
15. I'm fully equipped in the skills of martial arts: junior black belt in Taekwondo as well as 6 years of Wushu. But I haven't even so much as laid a punch or slap on anyone. Okay I think I've slapped my brother a couple of times but that doesn't count cause I don't use my full force on him. One day I'd really like to try and punch someone. See if he even feel it hurts.
16. I'm guilty of judging people by a first impression (or just a quick scan). Don't everyone do?
17. Though I do say that, I find that my first 'evaluation' of someone is always pretty accurate. If I don't like someone, after time others will find it the same too.
18. I really like to whine and complain. I've been trying to tone it down recently because I realised that I feel better after I let it all out, but yet it only spreads the gloominess to my friends. I'd hate it if my friends were always whiney too, so I'll tone it down. I'll try.
19. I don't know why but I'm much more expressive online. I spill out secrets more often. I blog about things I don't even tell my close friends. So yeah, do read more when you still have the chance to. :D I suppose I'll stop blogging once I'm off the "student" label. Once I enter the workforce, when things are really so much more political and shit.
20. I've a weird habit of munching off the circumference of my burgers before I savour the centre of it. Don't laugh.
21. I have slight lisps. I wouldn't exactly call it that really, cause I refuse to admit it as a flaw, but pronouncing things with "esses" usually results in my tongue sticking out between my teeth and what comes out really sounds more like a "th". Yes, you can mock me about it for all your eternity of a boring, insipid life because I've came to terms with it. Booyah.
22. I believe that if someone isn't vain, he/she probably doesn't look good either. So yeah, come join me in being vain.
23. I'm quite a perfectionist about my companion, love and relationships, so I don't date easily.
24. I'm a huge nature lover. I want to walk Singapore's city at night with my friends. I want to camp under the stars with my friends. I want to live in the mountains without civilization. With a close friend or alone. My future half would probably have to love nature as well. Not like hiking-nature or climbing-nature, but really just the nature all around you. Even in the city.
25. My friend once said that I like to "fix broken dolls" as a boyfriend. In some ways it sounds apt, cause I think that girls with... a bit of emotional damage are deep and... more exciting to be with. I sound like I've dated before, but no, I've always been single. Evergreen, if you play that 'traffic light' game in University. Don't be weirded-out by me please.
25(ii). So yeah, if you're someone (or you know someone) who likes nature, likes long walks at night, likes folk / indie music, slightly emo / reflective at times but friendly otherwise, call me.
26. I listen to folk, alternative rock and indie music. I hate it when the artists I like gets famous and extremely mainstream. And that's not just a childish thought. It's because I think there's this special bond shared between you and the artist (and his / her music), and when it gets mainstream, the bond you had gets shared with all the other millions of people in the world, and it's no longer special. Kinda like what you'd say with relationships.
27. Finally, I fancy a good laugh everyday. My friends have given me that, and that's why I love them so much.
Not your usual Bucket-list
Yes, in order of 'want'.
1. 1 month backpacking trip to Europe / cold climate areas with a close pal (or two). The less civilization the better.
2. Is wanting something illegal illegal in itself? Yes, drugs - at least once. LSD, to be exact.
3. Making (good) friends with someone insane. I mean, mental. But I don't want to make it sound derogatory. There's something strikingly beautiful about insanity, like experiencing another dimension of some sorts.
4. The Killers' concert.
5. A folk / acoustic concert - say Iron & Wine, Bombay Bicycle Club, Inch Chua or Zee Avi.
6. Camping under the stars in the city (Padang?) and listening to acoustic sounds.
7. Experience the Glastonbury / Lollapalooza / Woodstock / Coachella festivals.
8. Bungee-jumping.
9. Scuba-diving.
10. Going for a real Broadway production.
I know - I'm weird, right?
emails: chew.bolong.2009@vjc.sg (main) / bolong02@hotmail.com (dominated by junk mail)
facebook: http://www.facebook.com/bolong
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