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i'm saying LOL at everything i dun get
-- Wee Jin 10/3/2004
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2008
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Disclaimer: the following texts below are completely fictitious, and none of the events below and happenings with people existed. they were all in my head. all of the below is rubbish! don't believe it! when you read the below stuff you acknowledge that it is completely made-up and untrue. thank you.
Hi.
I havent made my new year's resolutions yet so here i go
1) be a good boy
2) get a good job
3) sustain the good job
4) get good at the good job
5) study hard
6) play hard
7) get super duper good results
8) get better at bass
9) learn cooking
10) keep decently fit
11) pass ippt
12) enjoy myself
13) not get into any car accidents/bang/dent any thing at all
14) be a good friend to everyone
15) think of a good business plan
16) do some readings about business
17) clean my room up a bit more
18) buy some new furniture/stuffs for my room
19) explore all the good food in singapore thoroughly
20) be super good at all the roads in singapore
21) have a good birthday
see its 21 points cos im going to be 21 this year.
ok happy chinese new year. by the way i absolutely hate steamboat food. it tastes like water + whatever. these things need sauce or they taste terrible.
oh i need to add another point. i wanna swear less. but i cant cos its 21 points already. so thats a side point. ok so those are my new year resolutions.
by the way i miss my psp la i havent touched it for like 1 year or something. cos it has been kidnapped by the evil dictator of doom(that sounds nice). DOD dictator of doom.
ok. i'm hungry. i'm awake at 530 am in the morning. but being awake later means ur parents live longer right? according to chinese customs. ya but i dont believe in that.
i wish tiesto would come to singapore. and hold a 30000 ppl concert. that would be fun. oh i'm supposed to do an outlook of 2008 also right. that would complete it. even though i'm like 1 month late. and jan 2009 has been nothing awesome la.
ok 2008 won 2007 as being the best year in my life. and i thought 2007 was going to be the best year of my life ever. but apparently 2008 won it.
cos.....
in 2008 i worked like a dog. well at least i was paid for it. not equivalently though. but it doesnt matter. anyway i firmly believe no one will understand the pain, frustration, anger, disgust, sadness, unhappiness and suffering that a good fds ops spec goes through, except fellow fds ops specs. which happen to be my understudy and upperstudy. (provided my understudy becomes a good fds ops spec, thats his problem).
ok ya so army was tough, hard, fun, interesting, amusing. i made super lot of good friends this year. so thats fun. i did super lot of awesome stuff. im so proud of it. i helped alot of ppl. and i had a lot of fun. even the non fun stuff was fun.
in the midst of work, me and kunyi always took the time to have fun. we raved about mcgriddles, bought fish, rode bicycles, played with laptops, reformatted computers, took photos, ate drank and were merry, travelled to outram to buy a kitchen knife, took naps, played shit load of cluedo, monopoly, picked fruits, did arts and crafts, made bubble tea, explored the hell out of cck for lunch. heck we did lots of shit that was fun. all these were super fun breaks i gave myself for ploughing through those reports, slides, presentations, emails, phone calls, paperwork, minutes, documents blah blah.
i had lunch with my army comrades, the pcs, the specs, the men, we drove out to many many places, macdonalds, sheng shiong, farmmart, lot1, imm, jurong point, sunshine plaza, super lot of places. we ate and ate and ate. we hated malcolm food. we hated sfi food. so we ate out. everyday. hahaha. damn it was illegal.
i talked to many ppl about things, yam about stupid ppl around and soccer, and his gross stuffs about 2 girls 1 cup and other rubbish, fang about his car, about my car, about office politics, about specs, about officers, about men. john about bass, liverpool (yes!), life, officers, specs, work, s3, fireplan lol, other garbage.
then there was the sao men, the old ones the new ones. i prank called them all the time. i talked to them about their lives. their fun. the news. dota. course time. work. work. work. rsm.
then there were my spec friends, sean yx, as well as my other coursemates like hao mao rodney and the mps like jon ong chaiyi samuel and sameyear mates like eugene and aaron and leroy and the infamous 2 dineshes. haha. we worked together. we bitched together. we crapped together. we whined about everything. i told them gossip and they told me gossip. we gossiped non stop. we went out to eat dinner, supper, breakfast, lunch. everything.
WE PLUCKED DURIANS. HOW AWESOME IS THAT. wild durians. from the forest. on a lovely saturday morning. ridiculously early. we met at like 5+ and left at 6+ AM. wandered in the forest non stop, ate wild durians while travelling from place to place. brought home a shitload of durians.
they smoked, they bitched, they swore. i ate durians. and crab. and durians. and crab. stingray. they smoked more. haha. and watched tv like mad. we had great times.
there were many others: dog plt pplz, bitching about their bosses. telling me about their overseas trips, and about their dogs. whining about work and telling me how buff they were. haha..
there were log branch ppl: i always begged for stuff. pls pls more stuff. i got milo, cup noodles, biscuits, pens, pencils, staplers. i got 1000 restricted files. i got a shit load of top secret files too. i got lots and lots of paper. i got lots of light sticks. i got so many pens. but they always disappear.
then there were my office ppl. my clerks, my bosses, and their bosses. soccer, girls, computer, tv, video games, food. everything under the sun was discussed. all these made work bearable.
there were tons of events in 2008 in army.
the beginning of the year had the murai rubbishes. takeover, planning. this that this that. it was kinda cool to actually go over to murai for once to check it out. i stayed at murai for a few hours quite a number of times. watched tv with the men. talked with them. played with the barrier. drove on the runway. went on footpatrols. talked. very interesting.
next came the 14th fdc. i made friends with many of them. talked to them. helped them get where they wanted. helped in the course. took many photos. sat with the smokers. stayed in their bunks. watched their rubbish. bitched with them. told them the reality of their situation. encouraged them. they turned out ok.i like to think they turned out very well. now they're lance corporals or maybe corporals already. once upon a time they were blur shits who didnt know anything. i remember pitch dark days outfield, when they were all emo-ed up to the max. then i remember their much happier faces in the day when it ended. i remember their pop. i remember it all. haha.
there was sentinel, an exercise of security. i remember running up and down, hiding in the bushes with jon mo. i remember sprinting my ass off away from af2 who were chasing me with guns. i remember making them ridiculously shag. i remember being a bitch and making the spec and men totally dunno wat to do with me ( im sure my coursemates will know what im talking about, i tried the same stunt with them). muahaha. that was fun.the planning sure as hell wasn't. the tiredness of the men wasnt fun. but it was a good success. i remember coming to camp at 4 am in the morning. super cold. and throwing water bombs at the gate. testing them. they did well.
then was the aslc course. 11th aslc. that was terrible. there was too much work. they were in a world of their own. and they were supposed to be specs, they weren't supposed to need encouragement. they weren't supposed to need help and guidance. so i did my work. and a heck of a lot of work that was. i know that period i was busy. i didnt care about them. much. i did see them a few times and said hi. but with jon mo there i trusted they would do good. i eyed my potential understudies carefully though. observed them. talked to them. got comments about them from all the instructors.
and i picked him. my understudy.
don't know if he was the right choice. but i never will know. if i had picked some one else i wouldn't have known either. to me he was the most suitable candidate.
i picked his colleague. all of his colleagues. they were chosen to help him. whether they do or not i dont know. but well thats complicated. he's a complicated one. but i think he's doing quite well. took him a pretty damn long time to get things right though but the important thing is he did.
there were many other ppl also. there was collin. we ate, we shopped, we played pool. playing with him has tremendous kick. haha. we played poker. and cards. and other rubbish. we ate. and ate. we jammed (with john and my understudy). how interesting.
and a few weeks later i'm going taiwan with sean and yx. fascinating.
lastly there was torrent. it was crazy. it was awesome. i saw planes flying off a road. i made my rsm insanely pissed. sucker. couldnt touch me. :)
i stayed back.. in the middle of the night, with my understudy and collin. 10+ pm at night. we went to every deployment point to give them more light sticks. it was crazy dark. the logistics screwed up. i was scared they would be killed by cars. i sourced the whole squadron for lightsticks, picnic lamps and batteries. we tested everyone. we talked to the nsmen. in the midst of the dark. it was us, with our co. only. we picked up the guy who was stupidly ordered (by the retard rsm) to station at the cemetery in pitch darkness without a torch. ALONE. brainless. that probably contravened millions of directives and GOMs. when the event was over. it was over.
and they better be indebted to me.
i won them a 8k a year continuous additional budget for welfare. i redid the entire heritage room and ploughed through thousands of photos and printed them. i redid many documents. and streamlined many processes (as my upperstudy would say). i cast my legacy.
that was my airforce nsf adventure in 2008.
and then. 2008. december. the girl of my dreams appeared to me.
and all hell broke loose.
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Posted by: king on Monday, January 26, 2009 - 06:08 AM
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