Can't believe that we booked-out yesterday (Thursday) - fuck, there it goes again, technically two days ago - and then on the night of the book-out, I had dinner and caught Green Lantern with my section mates, then today (fine - yesterday / Friday) went out with some platoon mates to Sentosa and then L4D2.

On the bright side, this long weekend is going to be jam-packed with many activities so I believe I can book-in happily this Sunday. Today (henceforth considered Friday) was quite extremely eventful as well. Shook off a bit of volleyball craving from my body cause I've been dying to play volleyball ever since Games Day announced there wasn't going to be volleyball and then I joined the frisbee team and everyday while we're training I see the captain's ball guys practicing with a volleyball and I get jealous and stuff. And then I had a blast of L4D2 for the first time in months, and then I ate at the fantastic Medzs restaurant at Orchard Central (another paragraph for that later) and for the day I drank Tiger, SOL and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc on three separate occasions. My brother bought midnight tickets for X-Men and I just came back from it with my family. The alcohol flushed me up though, so once my parents saw me it became obvious that I was drinking before I met them for the movie. The worse part's when my body flush was actually half sunburnt and half alcohol, so with my Asian Flush condition, you could imagine how red my skin was. Lobster red would already be an understatement. Like if I was Prof X, I would hear the whole Orchard Road thinking to themselves "oh what a noob, have I seen someone so red from alcohol before?"

Random interjection to /th: yes, I thought X-Men was good. Hell, I thought X-Men was brilliant. [End of interjection] So correct, that makes Green Lantern one of the worst movies I've watched this year (though not many). The plot's extremely predictable, the movie surprisingly uninteresting. Too human, I would prefer if the war was between the Lanterns and the evil force. I would wanna see more alien action, which was so obviously lacking. But then hey again, all of the Lanterns have the same skills so it really can't beat X-Men. And then you realise you're hearing these complaints from an NS recruit who haven't seen any single television programme for the entire week (and haven't paid attention to them for two whole months) and you thought simple entertainment would be sufficient. So yeah, if it disappoints me, trust me - it's going to disappoint you too.


Oh yes! And I was going to tell you about the restaurant called MEDZS! It's located at Orchard Central's basement - just take the main escalator down a couple times and you're bound to see it. Otherwise, look for other escalators which continue to go down and go to hell. Sorry, that was rude of me. It's nearing 3AM and I haven't yet bathed ever since I went to Sentosa in the morning so I'll cut this short. It's basically a Marche mock-up, same kind of wooden furniture and decorations, same kind of lighting and stall placement, same kind of food, same card scanning system, same beeper device, just without the fake trees. But here's the real difference, and the difference you and I care about. 1. Their food prices are bloody affordable / reasonable (depends on what you're getting) for example, my hotplate of chicken with mushroom and cheese was $6 on menu price. A plate of chicken and vegetable paella costs $9. 2. With the style of their restaurant, obviously, there's no service charge. 3. Their rosti, mash potato tastes soooo much better than that at Marche, and their food really has standards. 4. The chefs aren't locals - they cook the food of their origin (which I think Marche does the same though). 5. They have happy hour for beers forever. 1-for-1, like amazing woohah. Plus their wall of beer bottles is crazy, there's everything you want to drink and most things you can imagine, from KingGoblins to Asahis and Coronas and Fosters. So in the end you're only paying like a little more than $5 for a bottle. 6. Like the cherry on top of all the creamilicious whipped-cream, DBS cards (including debit cards) enjoy 25% discount off the total bill. Like SCREAMING WTF!!! So you know where I'm bringing you the next time you're going to ask me about food recommendations.

Yeah k I'll take a bath and rush to sleep now. I don't want to go shopping with my brother at Somerset (again) tomorrow, I plan to go to Chinatown, to the usual cafe I like to go to, read a book and then explore around a bit and try to sketch the shop houses. I might not have the guts to sit down on the road and sketch in the end, but I think it's worth a try. So excited.

My previous post was supposed to be all about being back from outfield for good (for BMT) and all about Raven being very fuck-y about our book-outs and that I'm no longer feeling so emo-nemo about NS life and a lot of other shit but my brother was fixing up our high-speed fibre thingum last week and then I fell asleep and forgot about it the next day and there my post lay on my desktop collecting dust for a week. But that's already past-tense so I can't be bothered to post it up anymore. My fibre thing is fucking up a lot, when I came home from Phuture I couldn't fix it up and I was so annoyed cause we have less than 24 hours this book out and I don't want to waste my time sleeping. Plus I already slept for an hour on the pavement outside Zouk. And then before that ten minutes while dancing. That's a lot of time wasted. But then I couldn't fix the shit, gave up trying to wake my brother up and fell asleep. There's a common misconception that I'm an IT-savvy person just cause I design and html-code amateur blogskins, but TBH I suck at fixing things up. Not the engineering type of person.

I don't suppose I can fuck around with Raven's reputation on my blog, but this week really pissed me up a bit. We ended hand grenade throw at 2PM (others usually drag till 6PM) but then we had to head back to the company line and book-out at 9PM yesterday cause our OC likes to make us closet-muggers. Raven was secretly training for Games Day while the rest of school 3 which could book-out booked-out. You know I fucking hate closet muggers. And you know I fucking hate it when we book-out late. You can do the math to how angry I was when I heard the news.

Anyway I managed to catch Inch Chua do half a set at 313 last week and she soooo smiled at me. So that made me happy. Disclaimer though, I'm not a fanboy. I merely like her songs. And yesterday, with the Chandra family name, all of us managed to get into a Phuture that was already full and not accepting entry - for free. Plus after Phuture ended, the Zouk DJ carried on for like close to an hour extra. Hell, Gavin's dad's wicked cool. Oh and have I told you? Instead of going to the beach for a family outing, their family goes to Zouk together. HAHAHA k yeah so that's it. Not enough time to blog anymore cause Raven gave me only 24 hours out in Singapore. So whiney.

Listening to The xx with a slight headache from fever actually feels like I'm on drugs. Not like I know how being on drugs feel like though. But really, I'm going to book in in a couple more hours, and so far I've done nothing with my weekends. Heaven's really not on my side this time. Woke up at 6am for my morning jog in an attempt to cheer myself up a bit but then the rain and thunderstorms had to come. Mum didn't allow me to get downstairs to have roti-prata by myself in the heavy rain at 9am, so I ended up having to eat rice dumplings which she, my aunt and grandma made the previous day.

I think my previous post sounded more emo than I intended it to be. I guess the words really transcends my emotions huh. If you can still tell, I'm not cheery at all now. NS made me forget how to have fun. I wasted the whole weekend away, it's going to be "poof" in a couple of hours and yet here I am, lazing around, not cherishing it. I used to have a lot to think about to myself, plans for my future, career, relationships and more. Self-improvement, self-development and maturity. In the short span of three or four weeks, my mind's left with nothing to think about. I march around the coy line with an empty mind, I'm more often than not stoning into space, and I really don't know what to do with my life. I think my current mental state's at depression. I don't know which book to pick up reading, where to go, what to eat, and I even lost my ability to draw. My previous sketch was on a windy night on 3rd May, two days before my enlistment, two days before my life came to an official halt.

I used to have such lofty dreams of how I could utilize perfectly the time I had in NS, but then now everything's a blur. My headache's not helping as well.


The final sketch I drew on 3rd May. I think I like to draw naked people. I've already saved a photo of two emotive hot lesbians making out, and then I'm going to draw a naked frail old man after that. But that's the problem - I can't draw these openly cause... I'm not going to easily work a way out if my parents catch me in the "act". I think there's a lot of emotion body postures alone can show. And yes, friends, please ask me out okay?

Field camp week was honestly disappointing. Fell out twice, once due to heat exhaustion on the first day after the 8k route march and after getting pumped like fuck. Second time was 4th day afternoon when I started to have a high fever. Got better after an hour or two (with five ice packs and multiple cups of ice water and cold water splashed all around my body), joined back platoon activities but fever started again at night after the top seven shell scrapes went back to coy line. Heat exhaustion was crazy scary. You know how Venom in Spiderman transforms? When the black wraps over his entire face? I had numbness which felt like someone was pulling at my face wrapped with clear foil. It hurt so much tears involuntarily came out from my eyes.

Just a week of outfield and I had to fall out twice, really makes me doubt my physical abilities. Body's fucking weak and now I feel like shit, how to survive command school like that? Anyway was only supposed to book out tonight, but then I took the last ferry out yesterday because the medical officer gave me attn c status when I reported sick yesterday. Don't think that's shiok, cause I spent the whole day sleeping at home and I'm on five different medications. Much of my optimism has been sucked out by field camp, and now I really don't know how I'm going to go through these two years.

I'll get used to it, sure, but I doubt I'll enjoy it. I think about all the free time I used to have but now it's just... nothing. I haven't seen so many people for so long, and I'm almost scared that I'll lose touch with some friends for good during these two years.

Hope the next few weeks see my optimism picking up.

Can't believe that we booked-out yesterday (Thursday) - fuck, there it goes again, technically two days ago - and then on the night of the book-out, I had dinner and caught Green Lantern with my section mates, then today (fine - yesterday / Friday) went out with some platoon mates to Sentosa and then L4D2.

On the bright side, this long weekend is going to be jam-packed with many activities so I believe I can book-in happily this Sunday. Today (henceforth considered Friday) was quite extremely eventful as well. Shook off a bit of volleyball craving from my body cause I've been dying to play volleyball ever since Games Day announced there wasn't going to be volleyball and then I joined the frisbee team and everyday while we're training I see the captain's ball guys practicing with a volleyball and I get jealous and stuff. And then I had a blast of L4D2 for the first time in months, and then I ate at the fantastic Medzs restaurant at Orchard Central (another paragraph for that later) and for the day I drank Tiger, SOL and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc on three separate occasions. My brother bought midnight tickets for X-Men and I just came back from it with my family. The alcohol flushed me up though, so once my parents saw me it became obvious that I was drinking before I met them for the movie. The worse part's when my body flush was actually half sunburnt and half alcohol, so with my Asian Flush condition, you could imagine how red my skin was. Lobster red would already be an understatement. Like if I was Prof X, I would hear the whole Orchard Road thinking to themselves "oh what a noob, have I seen someone so red from alcohol before?"

Random interjection to /th: yes, I thought X-Men was good. Hell, I thought X-Men was brilliant. [End of interjection] So correct, that makes Green Lantern one of the worst movies I've watched this year (though not many). The plot's extremely predictable, the movie surprisingly uninteresting. Too human, I would prefer if the war was between the Lanterns and the evil force. I would wanna see more alien action, which was so obviously lacking. But then hey again, all of the Lanterns have the same skills so it really can't beat X-Men. And then you realise you're hearing these complaints from an NS recruit who haven't seen any single television programme for the entire week (and haven't paid attention to them for two whole months) and you thought simple entertainment would be sufficient. So yeah, if it disappoints me, trust me - it's going to disappoint you too.


Oh yes! And I was going to tell you about the restaurant called MEDZS! It's located at Orchard Central's basement - just take the main escalator down a couple times and you're bound to see it. Otherwise, look for other escalators which continue to go down and go to hell. Sorry, that was rude of me. It's nearing 3AM and I haven't yet bathed ever since I went to Sentosa in the morning so I'll cut this short. It's basically a Marche mock-up, same kind of wooden furniture and decorations, same kind of lighting and stall placement, same kind of food, same card scanning system, same beeper device, just without the fake trees. But here's the real difference, and the difference you and I care about. 1. Their food prices are bloody affordable / reasonable (depends on what you're getting) for example, my hotplate of chicken with mushroom and cheese was $6 on menu price. A plate of chicken and vegetable paella costs $9. 2. With the style of their restaurant, obviously, there's no service charge. 3. Their rosti, mash potato tastes soooo much better than that at Marche, and their food really has standards. 4. The chefs aren't locals - they cook the food of their origin (which I think Marche does the same though). 5. They have happy hour for beers forever. 1-for-1, like amazing woohah. Plus their wall of beer bottles is crazy, there's everything you want to drink and most things you can imagine, from KingGoblins to Asahis and Coronas and Fosters. So in the end you're only paying like a little more than $5 for a bottle. 6. Like the cherry on top of all the creamilicious whipped-cream, DBS cards (including debit cards) enjoy 25% discount off the total bill. Like SCREAMING WTF!!! So you know where I'm bringing you the next time you're going to ask me about food recommendations.

Yeah k I'll take a bath and rush to sleep now. I don't want to go shopping with my brother at Somerset (again) tomorrow, I plan to go to Chinatown, to the usual cafe I like to go to, read a book and then explore around a bit and try to sketch the shop houses. I might not have the guts to sit down on the road and sketch in the end, but I think it's worth a try. So excited.

My previous post was supposed to be all about being back from outfield for good (for BMT) and all about Raven being very fuck-y about our book-outs and that I'm no longer feeling so emo-nemo about NS life and a lot of other shit but my brother was fixing up our high-speed fibre thingum last week and then I fell asleep and forgot about it the next day and there my post lay on my desktop collecting dust for a week. But that's already past-tense so I can't be bothered to post it up anymore. My fibre thing is fucking up a lot, when I came home from Phuture I couldn't fix it up and I was so annoyed cause we have less than 24 hours this book out and I don't want to waste my time sleeping. Plus I already slept for an hour on the pavement outside Zouk. And then before that ten minutes while dancing. That's a lot of time wasted. But then I couldn't fix the shit, gave up trying to wake my brother up and fell asleep. There's a common misconception that I'm an IT-savvy person just cause I design and html-code amateur blogskins, but TBH I suck at fixing things up. Not the engineering type of person.

I don't suppose I can fuck around with Raven's reputation on my blog, but this week really pissed me up a bit. We ended hand grenade throw at 2PM (others usually drag till 6PM) but then we had to head back to the company line and book-out at 9PM yesterday cause our OC likes to make us closet-muggers. Raven was secretly training for Games Day while the rest of school 3 which could book-out booked-out. You know I fucking hate closet muggers. And you know I fucking hate it when we book-out late. You can do the math to how angry I was when I heard the news.

Anyway I managed to catch Inch Chua do half a set at 313 last week and she soooo smiled at me. So that made me happy. Disclaimer though, I'm not a fanboy. I merely like her songs. And yesterday, with the Chandra family name, all of us managed to get into a Phuture that was already full and not accepting entry - for free. Plus after Phuture ended, the Zouk DJ carried on for like close to an hour extra. Hell, Gavin's dad's wicked cool. Oh and have I told you? Instead of going to the beach for a family outing, their family goes to Zouk together. HAHAHA k yeah so that's it. Not enough time to blog anymore cause Raven gave me only 24 hours out in Singapore. So whiney.

Listening to The xx with a slight headache from fever actually feels like I'm on drugs. Not like I know how being on drugs feel like though. But really, I'm going to book in in a couple more hours, and so far I've done nothing with my weekends. Heaven's really not on my side this time. Woke up at 6am for my morning jog in an attempt to cheer myself up a bit but then the rain and thunderstorms had to come. Mum didn't allow me to get downstairs to have roti-prata by myself in the heavy rain at 9am, so I ended up having to eat rice dumplings which she, my aunt and grandma made the previous day.

I think my previous post sounded more emo than I intended it to be. I guess the words really transcends my emotions huh. If you can still tell, I'm not cheery at all now. NS made me forget how to have fun. I wasted the whole weekend away, it's going to be "poof" in a couple of hours and yet here I am, lazing around, not cherishing it. I used to have a lot to think about to myself, plans for my future, career, relationships and more. Self-improvement, self-development and maturity. In the short span of three or four weeks, my mind's left with nothing to think about. I march around the coy line with an empty mind, I'm more often than not stoning into space, and I really don't know what to do with my life. I think my current mental state's at depression. I don't know which book to pick up reading, where to go, what to eat, and I even lost my ability to draw. My previous sketch was on a windy night on 3rd May, two days before my enlistment, two days before my life came to an official halt.

I used to have such lofty dreams of how I could utilize perfectly the time I had in NS, but then now everything's a blur. My headache's not helping as well.


The final sketch I drew on 3rd May. I think I like to draw naked people. I've already saved a photo of two emotive hot lesbians making out, and then I'm going to draw a naked frail old man after that. But that's the problem - I can't draw these openly cause... I'm not going to easily work a way out if my parents catch me in the "act". I think there's a lot of emotion body postures alone can show. And yes, friends, please ask me out okay?

Field camp week was honestly disappointing. Fell out twice, once due to heat exhaustion on the first day after the 8k route march and after getting pumped like fuck. Second time was 4th day afternoon when I started to have a high fever. Got better after an hour or two (with five ice packs and multiple cups of ice water and cold water splashed all around my body), joined back platoon activities but fever started again at night after the top seven shell scrapes went back to coy line. Heat exhaustion was crazy scary. You know how Venom in Spiderman transforms? When the black wraps over his entire face? I had numbness which felt like someone was pulling at my face wrapped with clear foil. It hurt so much tears involuntarily came out from my eyes.

Just a week of outfield and I had to fall out twice, really makes me doubt my physical abilities. Body's fucking weak and now I feel like shit, how to survive command school like that? Anyway was only supposed to book out tonight, but then I took the last ferry out yesterday because the medical officer gave me attn c status when I reported sick yesterday. Don't think that's shiok, cause I spent the whole day sleeping at home and I'm on five different medications. Much of my optimism has been sucked out by field camp, and now I really don't know how I'm going to go through these two years.

I'll get used to it, sure, but I doubt I'll enjoy it. I think about all the free time I used to have but now it's just... nothing. I haven't seen so many people for so long, and I'm almost scared that I'll lose touch with some friends for good during these two years.

Hope the next few weeks see my optimism picking up.

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