Apparently, people whom I call friends are all retarded. I mean, your bloody friend just went to the hospital, you bloody hell know about it.

You know you could have went to the hospital to see him for a bit on the way back home from work. Some of you, it's even in the way! FUCK. Isit so hard to break yourself from that porn TV series you've been glueing your tweety eyes on for the last month? Even if you forgot, fuck man, it's not too late to press an sms to ask about his well-being. These few days, the only living soul who presented himself in my house is my primary school teacher, even though he was polluting my house with sighs of how his students in school are failing everything unders the god damn sun when PSLE is staring next fucking Wednesday 75% of the time he was here.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO EVERYONE ELSE??!!

Michelle offered to come visit me, though I rejected her out of convinence on her part. A student with loads of projects, half the time drunk, the other sober half spent worrying about her boyfriend, has better things to do that to come to Yishun all the way from the West. Anyways, she managed to conjured up a reason why she shouldn't come for me; I wouldn't want a girl friend who looks like a fucking whore (with her recent curls) turn my at my house. She probably send my mother down shivering like a she's struck by a devil.

Her boyfriend, the son-of-an-indian, wasn't any better. Fuck, even called me a goon when I texted him that Mich's now like an aged prostitue looking for her last client who didn't pay up, and that my leg looks like an X'Mas ham from post-surgery.

Thanks all, for caring. So much.

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Originally uploaded by fishy_fella.

I can hardly limp. My leg feels like a huge log, and looks like a pre-Christmas Season Turkey-Ham meat.

Getting hospitalized isn't fun, I tell you seriously.


Tuesday
12.30pm - Check in at hosiptal
12.35pm - Admin work
12.40pm - Led to temporary bed to wait for furthur instructions
12.41pm - Grilled by nurses from all countries on this planet about my medical history
12.45pm - Passed some hospital clothing to change into
12.46pm - Found the toilet. The cubicle's previous occupant didn't flush.
12.47pm - Changed cubicle - some fucker sprayed his shit all over the place, brown stains all over the toilet bowl, a few on the cistern.
12.55pm - The hospital clothing isn't for dummies, mind you. End of changing.
1.05pm - SMSed Cloud asking him to help me buy some bird nest. Dirty bird nest is best, thankyew.
1.06pm - Cloud replies saying he'll ask first.
1.30pm - Interview by a medical surgeon student from NUS, called Shimin
2.00pm - Nurse calls me up, march walks me to the surgical ward, which is at the other end of the block.
2.10pm - Arrives at surgical ward. Sat beside one of the surgeon, who's busy smsing/reading his mobile clamshell phone. The nurse takes away my glasses, and introduced me to the anaesthesia nurse. She's a friendly person, one of those buggers making so much noise in the room. The surgoen beside me asked me if I injured myself during SOC. He tried to sue the SAF long time ago when he alos injured himself. He didn't win, of course .
2.15pm - Ordered by the nurse to lie on the surgical bed.
2.16pm - Pushed into the anaesthesia room. A cute-looking anaesthesia doctor introduced herself, began to poke me with needles.
2.17pm - Feeling drowsy already. Lots of buzz around. Women making chatter, could have been very funny, if not for the drowsy feeling. Nurses kept asking me which leg is to be fixed.
2.18pm - The cute-looking anaethesia doctor ruffled somewhere near my crotch. Felt something poked through my leg. Electric pulses began running through my leg.

"NONO!" says the anaethesia nurse, "not enough!"
"Enough lah!" says the cute-looking anaethesia doctor, "his leg moving so much already!"
"OK LAH, WHATEVER YOU SAY LAH"

2.20pm - Someone shoving a yellow paper with my signature on it into my face.

"THIS ONE YOUR SIGNATURE??"
*nods*
"AIYOH! WHY NO NAME AND IC NUMBER ONE? WHO MADE YOU SIGN AH?"
As if someone could read my mind;
"MICHAEL LAH, EVERYTIME LIDDAT."
"AIYOH!"

2.21pm - Furthur buzz around. Alot of obasans making noise. Really funny as they talked about everything under the sun within the last 5 minutes.
2.22pm - Remember someone putting a mask over my mouth. Smelled chloroform. The mask! The mask! Could be the sign for me to pass out. Gives in.

I couldn't remember anything, no pain whatsoever.

I remembered being wheeled out. The motion woke me up a little bit. I asked for some water. Then I saw the shape of Dr Michael, my surgeon. He told me to rest, then blackness.

I remembered the motion of wheeling woke up up again, this time wheeled out fo the elavator. Someone told me to wakeup, move my fatass to the next bed.

I remembered my mother calling me, seeing my primary school teacher by my bedside. Didn't expect him to come. Thanked him for coming when he went off. My stuff are all inside the personal cupboard, I took out my handphone sometime later, saw a missed call from James, smsed him my ward and bed number. He came about 20 minutes later, saying he's in the area buying socks. He's flight to Taiwan is some 4 hours later, so I told him to go ahead. And thanks for coming.

That night was rather peaceful --- might be because the drug effect was still vile. I woke up a few times, once at 10pm, once at 1am, last time at 4am, wondering what the fuck have I gotten myself into.

Checked out the next day, after the physiotherapist as seen me to teach me how to walk with the crutches. The bill was around $32, which itself is pending approval to deduct via Medisave, down from the $5000+ is the original cost. $1000+ after government subsidies, $32+ SAF payment. Whew...going to see if I can claim from insurance for the taxi costs.

FREAK! When I was going from collecting the usual monthly letters from Bedok, I saw this body just before 5.00pm today at Bedok Blk 164's bottom floor.

There is obvious reasons to conclude the deceased has committed suicide by jumping off the block. Children playing in the area heard a loud THUD and saw the body lifeless.



The area was freshly cordoned off when I took the picture. Was walking from the other side of the block to the bus stop when I heard a woman shout for someone to move away. I looked up and saw a policewoman walk back to the patrol cars, including a cruiser and a police SUV. I quickly siam one side, to secretly take the picture above.

There wasn't enough space for me to move to the other side to capture the face. There wasn't any blood as far as I could see.

HAHAHAHA!! If you like to sing,

我的阿妹妹 快来跟我跳A GO GO GO~~
我知道你看到是我 你不会说 NO~~
我不是油头YA教授！ 我的Honeys都叫我热狗For show！
女孩~~就喜欢你台台~~ 等等去家里轰趴要不要来？
只怕你挂的太快 明天要去庙里收惊拜拜！
Go high！ We can kiss the sky！人生海海
我们不会Just stand one night！one night in 垦丁~~
我留下许多精~~ 你是我的！可口可乐帮我解渴！
看我穿着知道我玩饶舌~~~
不用说我坏话！因为我有性功能 如果是你肚子大
爱上台妹~~台妹爱我~~对我来说林志玲算什麽~~~
爱上台妹~~台妹爱我~~对我来说侯佩岑算什麽~~~
我不爱中国小姐~~爱上台妹万万岁~~~
你的槟榔两粒要一百好贵~~有没有含税（睡）~~~
如果能够和你共枕眠 更多更多的奶粉钱~~~
我愿意为你贡献 我不是爱现~~~
请你喷上一点点销魂的香水~~~
换上你最性感的高跟鞋~~~人群之中你最亮眼~~
台妹来了！我是否和你一拍即合~~
]跟我去很多的不良场合~~
大家看到我都对我喊 YES！Sir~~
因为我是公认最屌的 Raper~~
台妹们~~麻烦和我拍拖~~
我不是凯子！可是付钱我也不会罗嗦！纯情是什麽？
我不懂~~我的想法很邪恶！张震岳他懂~
爱上台妹~~台妹爱我~~对我来说林志玲算什麽~~~
爱上台妹~~台妹爱我~~对我来说侯佩岑算什麽~~~
为了你！我可能要投资一家槟榔摊~~
为了你！家里可能要有钢管~~~
为了你！我要常常下去台南~~~
为了你！流氓会来找我麻烦~~~
对於带着一点丰胸围的女生~~我的肾上腺素毫不考虑亮起红灯！
毕竟你也不是天使~~我也不是圣人！时尚的野兽~~
那就请你对我受够！
你是马戏团训练有素的 Animail~~ 所有男模、女模！你在屌什麽~~
我就不信你现在还有处女膜！都是凯子戳~~
喜欢台妹说话的口音~~ 有时後夹带几句古怪三字精！
爱神的箭！你要射向哪里？张震狱、Free 9、热狗 这里~~~
爱上台妹~~台妹爱我~~对我来说林志玲算什麽~~~
爱上台妹~~台妹爱我~~对我来说侯佩岑算什麽~~~(X2)
爱上台妹~~台妹爱我~~对我来说林志玲算什麽~~~
爱上台妹~~台妹爱我~~对我来说侯佩岑算什麽~~~
YO AV8D~~把手放中空甩！叫你什麽都不用管~~~(X4)
把手放中空甩！叫你什麽都不用管~~~
把手放中空甩！叫你什麽都不用管~~~
把手放中空甩！叫你什麽都不用管~~~
我要你感受！这个节奏！身体跟着摆动！
这是Free 9、张震狱、热狗 OH~~
要你跟着我们怒吼 OH~~
一切都是假像！不是你们想像！
爱上台妹~ 爱上台北~ 就这样

Link to lyrics

I don't think much of my future. For the past nineteen years of my life, I'm not ashamed to tell people I live by the day. It's kinda jinxed for me to plan ahead. Really. Because everytime I plan the details for my furure nicely, things find ways to screw themselves inside out, left right centre.



Like say if I plan to work as a long distrance bus driver for some coach companies, somehow, something will always certainly crop up, like my loosing a leg for example. Of course, I have never planned to do such a thing, but it'll be nice to be able to operate a 10 tonne vehicle. I'll never ever have troubles with transportation again.



I'm having my operation next Tuesday. My primary school teacher called just now. Actaully, he called on Tuesday night, but it certainly isn't nice to pick up a roaming call from someone using a mobile phone. I was busy with the TV watching some Hongkie movie on Channel 8 (M'sia one lah) with the cousin in the living room. The phone rang in the hall, I couldn't hear. When I checked in the morming, hey! 2 missed calls. One from work, one from my teacher.

He called back today again, despite my sms last night telling him I'm going in next Tuesday. Not in the mood to talk lah, last night. We chatted, my oily cheek stuck on the screen of my handphone, for almost 9 minutes. The usual, repetition of my sms, some questions of concern. In some ways, I'm relieved someone's concern for my well-being. Someone other than my own mother. Even the father is half-fucked about my surgery. I doubt he even knows my leg got problem.


Johor super rowdy

When I left my Grandma's hosue, she was shouting at me to go back to visit her during Chinese New Year. I couldn't promise anything. I knew partly if I were to bring up her hopes, the harder she'll fall if I call her something like the day before that I won't be able to go back for some stupid reason like camp commitments. She'll spend a fortune everytime we go abck to visit her, that's if my aunts aren't around. Just few days ago, she spent quite alot a box of mooncakes, knowing that I adore them as a snack. Even the durians, though the season is over, she ordered my uncle to take us out to hunt for durians. The durian season is like....history, you know. And yet, we drove around town, pass the market, pass the outskirts of the town to search for that smelly fruit. Cost her about RM70+. heh heh

Going to MC for quite sometime. Most likely 4 months. I rmbed I planned to be a sergeant, then go on to be a second sergeant. I guess I almost reached my dreams, but fell like a fly hit by Sheltox in the end.

Sigh. Enough ranting. Time for shower.

Oh nononono....I'm really so sorry. Can you work out that math for me?

Come, let's play!

There's an unspoken rule (or even if it's spoken already I'm not aware of the physical prescence of it) not to play when you're among the professionals. In the Army, people ranked Privates are about the most fucking underprivileged gang of beings in the entire SAF, besides Cadet Officers and Recruits.

I have no idea how and even why the notion of NCC (Land, Air, Sea, whatever) came about. Apparently, these uniformed groups simulate what Regulars go through in the real Army, only difference is the Regulars take almost an entire lifetime trying to acheive what they want to, but kids in secondary schools take at most 5 years to achieve a 1st lieutenant, or whatever highest ranks they have available.

I tell you a secret. Teachers in secondary schools in charge of over-looking the training of new trannies trainees have a common cheat code. They rise to a Captain rank after a 3 hours course on introduction to uniformed groups, handling discipline problems, whatsoever you are pleased to put on the underscore I'm going to provide right here:

__________________________________________________


Sure, former uniformed groups guys tell me horror stories of how they are forced to knock it down in the middle of the carpark all of a sudden, probably because there's a fucking crease on the uniform of one of their smart 4s, or a bugger left a tissue fibre on one of them NPCC parade boots --- all in the hot sun, you know!!! Been there, done that. I understand where your coming from.

Some others tell me how they rise through the ranks so fast even telling me their story makes them spin off their chair. Like....WOW!! FANTASTIC!!! I hear stories about how they are kind to their trainees, how at times when they're so pissed because the trainees seriously don't know the implications behind so they have to be punished. And my bunk buddy in SISPEC Alpha even described how he rosed quickly through the ranks, how wearing his Lieutenant -make-believe uniforms make Army guys turn their heads to greet his stinky ass.

Let me bring you back to reality.

Even if you're a staff-sergeant, a master sergeant, a lieutanent, a captain, a major --- in your school uniform groups, your rank means nothing in the Army. In the presence of a single Singapura/Singapore on the uniform of any Recruit, Private, Sergeant, Lieutanent is by far more trained than you. Let's not even dwell into an Army personel of Major and above. It's every right for the Private (for the sake of simplicity of having to copy and paste all ranks here there everywhere) to tell you to knock it down if you don't greet him by a 'sir'. Note the small case "s". The implication of this small greeting does not mean the fucking Private is a Lieutanent, but only out of respect for the training we go through compared to those kiddish games, "horrendous camps" you go through.

I met this NCC guy in his school uniform today while buying a drink in my uniform outside. Declaring himself as from NCC, he even proudly talked about something which I can hardly hear. He even said something rude, which I couldn't catch the full version.

Aya, I treat you like a person, at least have the courtesy not to examine whether I have a rank plastered on my no.4 when like 30cm away from me mah. I even asked you politely how come there are no girls in your excursion trip leh.

I'm a nice person. I don't punish people unnecessarily --- or won't anyways. So I let the dude off with so much as a smile, have a nice day.

I was due for an anaesthesia appointment at Alexandra Hospital today. Damn waking up late. By the time I reached Queenstown MRT station, the shuttle had already left. Lucky for the bastard...(wait...itsn't that me) the cab ride is rather affordable at around $3.50.

Despite the huge crowd of mostly elderlies, my turn came quite quickly. Makes you wonder, the more old they get, the more kiasu these patients are. Fancy coming 3 hours before your appointment, I think it'll be over my dead body before I come so early for my medicals.

The usual questions were asked by the anaesthesia doctor. What's my weight, am I alergic to anything, whatever lah. Then I was told to step outside to wait for the next nurse to administer the cost of the op. Also rather simplified matters, cos SAF is still paying for almost everything, except for the remaining 20% of the hospitalisation costs, which roughly works out to be $6-7 a day.

I met up with Abigail in the afternoon for lunch at Suntec. I regretted the moment I saw a civil defence private block off the overhead bridge entrace to the Convention hall from CitiLink. The whole place to more inaccessible than Area 51 lah, thanks. I had to walk around the hall, test another route by walking up to Marina Centre, go through Pan Pacific Hotel, see like a dozen Carl's Jr outlets and Olio Domes before reaching Suntec Tower 5. Even then, I got apprehensive of the basement cos the barracades were worse than Kranji Camps. Took me like 20minutes to reach somewhere airconed. Blaaaady hell.

Apparently, it's volunteer work she is doing for the IMF thingy. "Hello. The exit is this way, have a nice day." and "I think the water point is downstairs. Take the escalator on your right." is a hefty $35 per day.




-_-"





By volunteering to be a liason personel for the IMF, they also miss out on school, which adds up to alot of catching up if one takes a 10 day break. Oh heck. the money is good.

Met Mr Ng on the train on the way home. Sigh, where got teacher so dedicated one??? Go back to see whether his students are OK with their work and they hand them in on time even though he's really tired from sleeping at work with the IMF setup. He's also going back partly to set the promotional maths papers. Mr Ng kena arrowed to work in the OPS room for the IMF, meaning his 100% attention and brain power is needed only when some riots take place (Kok said that, if wrong, pls lub her). The IMF even put it nicely, saying he and Charles Goh are the outstanding elites in their field, or something like that, so their service is required for the next 3 weeks. Meanwhile, they don't have to report to school.

Yayness.




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Shopping at Suntec has never been so empty, literally. I didn't bring my camera, if not I might have taken a picture with the CNA camera men and one of them police sergeants. Hurhur. It seems all the shoppers are replaced by men in blue. There're areally more military people than civilian people. Resisted the urge to stick my tougue out at the privates manning the gates around the perimeter. Bought Tao Ze's CD on the way back home at HMV in CitiLink. Even CitiLink is so deserted. I wanted to buy from Tower Records at Suntec, but they closed liao.

Long overdue, begging-to-be-retired glasses finally made way for the new pair.




Glasses Exhibition. Where's the chicks?


I met up with fatkitten yesterday in the evening to buy from her this book:



Usual price $15
Second hand price $10

What a steal!

I was at Alexandra Hospital yesterday, having called up the appointment chicks clerks on Tuesday itself to bring forward the appointment timing. I wanted to ask the doctor about me going for signals course, which is due to start next next week on 18th September.

I wanted to go for course. But that was last time. Last time when I was still 100%. But for BSLC and ASLC. I think that's impossible now, after seeing the corrupted side of office work in SAF. With each passing day in the OTC office, the lazier I've become, even resorting to bullying other n00b APs to do my work for me.

I panicked when the call from the AO (admin office) came. Gavyn's voice told me, unless I have a valid letter like an uber long excuse RMJ letter, or certified letter that I'm not suitable for course, I'm going for it. That point in time, I was lost. I needed a second opinion. I didn't like the risk I have to go through by taking up the signal operator course. So what if I'm still in an aircon room taking lessons like a JC kid? Time constraints, tekan sessions, can still put extra strain. I know I'm going for operation, but not another operation to make me fit for the ACL operation.

I rummaged around the room when I reached home that night. The sealed letter from the MO who's clearing leave to ORD, said everything. "...unfit for sig course..." Tada! The appointment was set already. Too late to cancel or whatever, but no harm seeing the doctor since it's gonna be free anyways.

The appointment was yesterday. Surprisingly, Dr Michael Soon is in the clinic! Hey, he's supposed to be going overseas for his furthur studies, right? After talking to Dr Kevin Chew, I found that Dr Soon's trip was postponed, for some reason. He took me to another room to test on the severity of my situation. This little device look like some shoe fitting machine. He strapped the thingy on my calfs, then proceeded to push and tug the device. This was when Dr Soon came in to kpo. And also when the two of them discussed how I was his former patient. They turned back to the tugging part.

Wah lao eh. I tell you its like Dr Chew was trying some leg-dismantling stunt. The reading machine showed the left leg to have shifted by 9.0+ mm, and the right leg, 15+ mm. Anything showed 10mm movement is unacceptable. 9+ mm seems strangely loose. He furthur tested my joints, asking me to test if my thumb can touch my wrist, and my other fingers can bend backwards to touch my arm. Negative. Then I discussed with him my operation.

He referred me to Dr Soon who proceeded check his schedule for free days to book the operating theatrette, finally settling on 26th September, two days before he's due to fly off overseas.

The operation would take a few hours. I should be on MC for minimum 4 months, in between going for regular checkups by Dr Chew as the follow-up doctor. He described the scene during the operation, blah blah....but the most scary thing was how all of the hamstring on my left thigh were going to be harnessed to be used for the operation. "But don't worry, it's going to grow back." Fuck. What if it doesn't? Thousands of people have done it before, I know. Isn't it scary when you now that when you touch your leg after the operation, there's going to be missing tendons?

Fuck, leg. Fuck.

I know I'm supposed to be at Grandma's house this very moment --- if not for my stupid mistake.

I FORGOT TO RENEW MY (*(^^&%&*^(*%^&%(*&*& PASSPORT!

Like...WTF!!!

You know why, I always thought I don't have to renew my passport since the 11B seems to have a million functionalities. It pays for my meals in camps, its my IC, its my camp pass for all camps (except maybe the one in Bukit Gombak), its my e-mart credit card, when I go overseas in an SAF-organised trip such as ROC outings trips I don't have to update my passport cos I don't need it, its....alot of things lah. Aiyoh.

Bearing the knowledge that my 11B is the uber tool for NSFs like me, I told myself to fuck-care everything else.

On saturday night, around 10 hours before I'm due to board the coach, mother took out the passport. A wave of panic took over me. I checked the internet, conditions that must be full-filled for me to travel overseas. The more I read, the more goose-pimples I had when I skimmed through the lines. You can imagine that I fucking look like an owl by the end of the article.



Yesh, rly.

I got so fucking horrified after that few mnutes I broke down and cried "FUCK!!" I had to change the muthafucking tickets last minute. I called up the phone operator of the coach company, and the impatient bitch demanded in the most bored tone ever I had to pay additional $5 for each ticket I want to extend the next day, i.e. Sunday. No choice, I replanned my physio schedules and ortho-doctor visits, travelled all the way down to Lavander again just to pay the bitch.

Lucky for me, mother and I were shopping around the glasses shop for a new pair of specs for me, and yet another new pair of aged-glasses for herself. We went from Shaw Centre to Lucky Plaza, and nearly to Toa Payoh to look for the old optometrists I had been seeing since primary 5.

In the end, I made myself happy with one made downstairs. Can't wait for Saturday for it to be ready! It's not such a bad pre-holiday after all.

September 04, 2006 12:00

CROCODILE Hunter Steve Irwin has died after a string-ray barb caught him in the chest.

The 44-year-old international TV star was swimming off the Low Isles at Port Douglas filming an underwater documentary when the incident happened.

Ambulance officers confirmed they attended a reef fatality this morning at Batt Reef off Port Douglas. It is understood Irwin was killed around midday.

Irwin leaves his wife Terri and young children Bob and and Bindi.

The blonde star of Crocodile Hunter, who made khaki shorts and boots his uniform all year round, was an Australian icon.

But his reptile wrestling antics thrilled overseas audiences even more and he became a fixture on US television in the past decade.

The son of naturalists Bob and Lyn Irwin, Steve learned to live with dangerous reptiles from a young age at the family’s Queensland Reptile and Fauna Park.

He opened his own Australia Zoo in Queensland in 1991, leading him to record the hugely popular Crocodile Hunter the following year.

His catchcry of “Crikey!” brought the unfashionable Aussie phrase back into vogue.

Irwin’s work had a serious side. He was recently made the face of Australia’s quarantine laws and appeared in TV advertisements urging travellers not to endanger Australia’s unique flora and fauna by bringing in foreign specimens.

For all his love of animals, Irwin’s first duty was to his US-born wife, Terri Reines, who appeared by his side from the very first episode of the Crocodile Hunter. In 1998, their daughter Bindi Sue was born and drafted straight into the family business.

A son, Robert Clarence, was born in 2003 and Irwin made world headlines - and suffered a dent on his popularity - when he took the baby boy into a crocodile enclosure, leading critics to accuse him of neglect.

-The Daily Telegraph

You can make yours too!

Pegasus Coy Officer Commanding (of BMTC) plays Maple Story.

-Source: Annoymous

Thought I'll do a picture post today, since I really have nothing to bitch about.


New earphones.

The old one is screwed. The left side's connecting wires are a bit loose, resulting in momentary hearing if you twist the cables in a certain postition.


Bye bye, old faithful

The weather was too perfect. Surroundings look like some sort of pre-autum festival.


Beautiful



And guess what car I saw?





Evolution IX! My car! =)