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HERE WE GO, COME WITH ME!
Sunday, January 01, 2012
in retrospect, at 5:32 PM
I haven't updated, but the morose and depression died down the night after I had a sleep. Don't know why but people always have this impression that as long as you don't update your status / blog a new post about yourself feeling better, you're still there, stuck in that emotional last-post of yours. So I'd have to clarify. Well, on another occasion, for an advanced obstacle course + 3.5km run-down in SBO (the SEOC), I've managed to do my low-rope without much difficulty. So did my buddy Adrian, who didn't manage to during the first SOC as well. We were mulling over it together in bunk. BUT WE DID IT!
And well, I did manage to book-out yesterday before lunch. Pleasantly surprised, because our Wing Commander's a brilliant guy, he let us off early. So, first time I stepped out of SAFTI MI in "penguin", after booking-in from Brunei. Another two weeks gone, another two weeks shorter to commissioning. It's weird though. Staying in in camp doesn't seem so bad anymore. Of course, that's when you have the freedom of doing what you want. So I tried to make full use of the time before we left for our last RCP reporting on Saturday 9am. I went for a morning jog at 6am, after the first reporting. Ran up to PLC, and got chased by a pack of guard dogs. That was one interesting event for the end of 2011. I could say that now, but at 7am I was terrified to death, shuddering from the fears of having just scraped myself against the chances of getting gnawed up by a pack of guard dogs.
I do remember the dogs though. That one or two times when we did route marches into the late night, the trainers would let the guard dogs out at night, gates closed upon them, allowing them to be free to roam, neither leashed and fenced up. Even at those times, when we had a full company movement, one or two dogs might bark up fiercely at one of the fellow cadets, scaring a few and causing quite a stir. Yesterday, I was running into PLC even before the first light - the only way I could manage a jog that was close to an hour - having to report again in Smart No. 4 at 8am. Turning right from the end of the SOC course, I didn't expect the dogs. The last time I was there at 7am the dogs weren't there, it was only when I heard the first bark from the dogs through my MP3 did I take a swift look towards my right - in the darkness, I see dark silhouettes coming towards me, two, three then five and more fiery-orange eyes looking at me out of the dark. I had in mind not to run, so I tried to continue my jog, back from where I came from. A couple of dogs started quickening up their pace towards me, barking at me, and that was when I panicked. They were fierce guard dogs after all. Seeing the few dogs starting to advance on me, I sprinted off back where I came from. They gave chase, barking off fiercely at me. I took the most direct route back to the SOC grounds - down steep slopes, across wide drainage, and once, I fell down at the bottom of the slope after a leap across a drain. I still recall that exact moment - I looked back, saw two pairs of eyes chasing towards me, and for a split second, I remember how those horror stories of being chased by monsters / ghosts end - when one of the supporting characters falls down during the chase and gets killed / eaten up / have bad stuff happened to him. I picked myself up, ran as fast as I could possibly manage, and it was only after I ran a 200m did the barks die down, one last dog chasing me and before long, me panting alone in the darkness. Close shave.
Anyway, I spent yesterday counting down at Zirca. Not that I really wished to. It felt quite meaningless, unfortunately, compared to the past few countdowns I've had. In Zirca, counting down was just a unison of shouting, counting down to the next song the DJ spins, popping poppers and body bumping. Elsewhere, it would be where you would be in a round-circle with your friends, appreciating the moment with drinks in your hand, counting down and feeling the year
really passing by with each second you countdown from 10. What happens after the "3, 2, 1" would be joyous roars, merry shouts of "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" across from strangers, group hugs and shouts of the new year resolutions. Perhaps even wishing up to the skies, telling the heavens what you want for the new year with cheery, celebratory songs blasted into the air at the background. Regardless, a year has passed, a new year has arrived, may 2012 be filled with wonderful moments with your friends and family and may you be closer to your dreams in this new year!
HERE WE GO, COME WITH ME!
Sunday, January 01, 2012
in retrospect, at 5:32 PM
I haven't updated, but the morose and depression died down the night after I had a sleep. Don't know why but people always have this impression that as long as you don't update your status / blog a new post about yourself feeling better, you're still there, stuck in that emotional last-post of yours. So I'd have to clarify. Well, on another occasion, for an advanced obstacle course + 3.5km run-down in SBO (the SEOC), I've managed to do my low-rope without much difficulty. So did my buddy Adrian, who didn't manage to during the first SOC as well. We were mulling over it together in bunk. BUT WE DID IT!
And well, I did manage to book-out yesterday before lunch. Pleasantly surprised, because our Wing Commander's a brilliant guy, he let us off early. So, first time I stepped out of SAFTI MI in "penguin", after booking-in from Brunei. Another two weeks gone, another two weeks shorter to commissioning. It's weird though. Staying in in camp doesn't seem so bad anymore. Of course, that's when you have the freedom of doing what you want. So I tried to make full use of the time before we left for our last RCP reporting on Saturday 9am. I went for a morning jog at 6am, after the first reporting. Ran up to PLC, and got chased by a pack of guard dogs. That was one interesting event for the end of 2011. I could say that now, but at 7am I was terrified to death, shuddering from the fears of having just scraped myself against the chances of getting gnawed up by a pack of guard dogs.
I do remember the dogs though. That one or two times when we did route marches into the late night, the trainers would let the guard dogs out at night, gates closed upon them, allowing them to be free to roam, neither leashed and fenced up. Even at those times, when we had a full company movement, one or two dogs might bark up fiercely at one of the fellow cadets, scaring a few and causing quite a stir. Yesterday, I was running into PLC even before the first light - the only way I could manage a jog that was close to an hour - having to report again in Smart No. 4 at 8am. Turning right from the end of the SOC course, I didn't expect the dogs. The last time I was there at 7am the dogs weren't there, it was only when I heard the first bark from the dogs through my MP3 did I take a swift look towards my right - in the darkness, I see dark silhouettes coming towards me, two, three then five and more fiery-orange eyes looking at me out of the dark. I had in mind not to run, so I tried to continue my jog, back from where I came from. A couple of dogs started quickening up their pace towards me, barking at me, and that was when I panicked. They were fierce guard dogs after all. Seeing the few dogs starting to advance on me, I sprinted off back where I came from. They gave chase, barking off fiercely at me. I took the most direct route back to the SOC grounds - down steep slopes, across wide drainage, and once, I fell down at the bottom of the slope after a leap across a drain. I still recall that exact moment - I looked back, saw two pairs of eyes chasing towards me, and for a split second, I remember how those horror stories of being chased by monsters / ghosts end - when one of the supporting characters falls down during the chase and gets killed / eaten up / have bad stuff happened to him. I picked myself up, ran as fast as I could possibly manage, and it was only after I ran a 200m did the barks die down, one last dog chasing me and before long, me panting alone in the darkness. Close shave.
Anyway, I spent yesterday counting down at Zirca. Not that I really wished to. It felt quite meaningless, unfortunately, compared to the past few countdowns I've had. In Zirca, counting down was just a unison of shouting, counting down to the next song the DJ spins, popping poppers and body bumping. Elsewhere, it would be where you would be in a round-circle with your friends, appreciating the moment with drinks in your hand, counting down and feeling the year
really passing by with each second you countdown from 10. What happens after the "3, 2, 1" would be joyous roars, merry shouts of "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" across from strangers, group hugs and shouts of the new year resolutions. Perhaps even wishing up to the skies, telling the heavens what you want for the new year with cheery, celebratory songs blasted into the air at the background. Regardless, a year has passed, a new year has arrived, may 2012 be filled with wonderful moments with your friends and family and may you be closer to your dreams in this new year!
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)
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