Shifting His Crooked Walking Stick, The Wise Sage Prepares Himself To Advice The Ancients With His Implicated Knowledge.

screwed up the tittle abit. hm, anyway, been searching around for cool sayings and proverbs from different cultures and languages. hm, hope you guys find this enlightening and kinda uplifting. you can use it againts your friends too, to amaze them with your knowledge.

Malay Proverbs

Beri betis, hendak paha
Literal translation: When a calf is given, a thigh is requested.
Meaning: A greedy person will always ask for more.

Di mana ada kemahuan, di situ ada jalan
Meaning: Where there's a will, there's a way.

Harimau mati meninggalkan belang, manusia mati meninggalkan nama
Literal translation: Tigers die leaving their stripes (of their fur), but humans die leaving their names (reputation).
Meaning: A person dies but his deeds live on.

angan bersultan di mata, bersyaitan di hati
Literal translation: Don't show sultan in the eyes but have satan at heart.
Meaning: Don't be two-faced.

Jangan disangka air yang tenang tiada buaya.
Literal translation: Do not think that placid water is without crocodiles.
Meaning: A serene façade can hide many secrets. Compare to still waters run deep.

Ke mana tumpahnya kuah jika tidak ke nasi
Literal translation: To where does the gravy fall if not onto the rice.
Meaning: Chip off the old block.

Makan boleh sebarang makan, cakap jangan sebarang cakap.
Literal translation: Eat just about anything, don't talk just about anything.
Meaning: Watch your mouth/words.

Sediakan payung sebelum hujan.
Literal Translation: Prepare the umbrella before it rains. The Malay variant to scout's motto Be Prepared.

Sekali air bah, sekali pasir berubah
Literal translation: When a flood hits, the surroundings change with it.
Meaning: After a change, everything is never the same again.


Setinggi-tinggi tupai melompat, akhirnya jatuh ke tanah juga.
Literal translation: No matter how high the squirrel jumps, it will eventually fall onto the ground.
Menaing: Smart people do make mistakes at times.

Yang bulat tak datang bergolek, yang pipih tak datang melayang
Literal translation: Round object will not roll over, flat object will not fly over.
Meaning: You have to make an effort to achieve something.

Chinese Proverbs

rao bao zi da gou
Literal translation: to hit a dog with a meat bun
Meaning: Using the wrong method to approach a problem

shì shàng wú nán shì zhǐ pà yǒu xīn rén
Literal translation: On this world there exists no such impossible tasks, they fear only those with perseverance.
Meaning: No task in this world is impossible so long as there are willing hearts. (where there's a will, there's a way)

yě yào mǎ ér hǎo, yě yào mǎ ér bù chī cǎo
Literal translation: Wants the horse to be good and at the same time want the horse not to eat hay
Meaning: someone has an unrealistic expectation

yù bù zhuó bù chéng qì
Literal translation: a jade that is not chiseled will not be a gem
Meaning: a person needs training and disciplined to have character.

wǒ tīng jiàn wǒ wàng jì. wǒ kàn jiàn wǒ jì zhù. wǒ zuò wǒ liǎo jiě
Literal translation: i hear and i forget, i see and i remember, i do and i understand
Meaning: you can only understand something by trying it yourself

hǔ fù wú quǎn zǐ
Literal translation: A tiger father has no canine sons.
Meaning: The son of a great man is of no less valor than his father

bā xiān guò hǎi gè xiǎn shén tōng
Literal translation: like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each one displaying his/her special feats
Meaning: everyone has his/her own special powers

yí jiàng gōng chéng wàn gǔ kū
Literal translation:Tens of thousands of bones will become ashes when one general achieves his fame.
Meaning: A great person needs others to sacrifice themselves to build his success

huà shě tiān zú
Literal translation: Adding legs when painting a snake
Meaning: Don't overdo something

zì xiāng maó dùn
Literal translation: piercing one's sheild with own spear
Meaning: Self-contradiction

wàn niàn jù huī
Literal translation: thousand of thoughts have turned into ashes
Meaning: all is lost; a hopeless situation

Culda

Nobody Knows How Much Pain A Heart Can Take Til It Breaks And Spills It Sorrowful Memories...What Am I Talking About?

hm, super tired. my feet are aching. my soles feel super sore. my eyes are drooping. my legs feel so numb due to the long standing hours. standing at tcc...standing at the scouts campfire. walking from point A to point B over a few 10 plus kilometres. my arms..well, they are okay. my palms and hands and fingers are the worse. palms blistered. fingers in pain when bend. and my eyes are dry. wait, i talked about my eyes already. hm, wait, did i ever mention that i have great eyes. beautiful dark brown eyes.

anyway, campfire was a success. well, the process was daunting and tiring and it appeared that we were a little unprepared or underprepared for the campfire. but it turned out on that day that we finished everything before lunch time. hm, kudos to everyone. the whole process was over 2 days of which we stayed over in school for. had prata the first day, and light refreshments on the second. the prata was good. the refreshments were also wonderful in its own way. hm, how i wished there was more of those custard puff thingys. hm, then i had to actually like eat and do work (carry the benches) at the same time. then the poor scouts got scolded for eating. hm, the time when i actually just felt like closing one eye. or two.

and talking about work. hm, went to tcc at 3 on the first day. ordered the chilli beef soup. was it spicy or what. hm, but the taste got abit overpowered by the spiciness. hm, but overall a very powerful soup. hm, sea asparagus chowder still my favourite. hm, then now i'm in tcc, on my macbook writing this blog entry down when i could be studying or sleeping or working. hm, maybe i'll be too tired to work. hm, and talking about work...

you know, we all know work gets boring, shitty and sometimes we need the company of friends to make that life better. hm, friends in workplace are good. but we shouldn't actually try to be too friendly in a working environment. why? people try to use friendliness to suck their way up to the top to make life and everything else revolve around them and make everything work for them. make every 'friend' they owe that person a living. and when they use this friendliness with others to attack some other unsuspecting people. back stabbing people. talking behind each others back. hm, we all know everyone gossips (for ladies) and talk a little more then required about other people behind their backs (for men). we all can be saved to say that that may be one of our greatest guilty pleasure. but it should not come to a point when people already know about the stories and everything else going on. we know that everyone may have been jealous(?), envious(?) and cunning(?) for some reason. hm, but why should it come to a point that it hurts someone or just pushes that someone to the breaking and boiling point. and when the victim loses it, he does things he know he'll regret doing but know that that's the best, for everyone. the politics and all that...i've had enough. i've thought of switching...but i know for me to adjust is hard. but i know i can catch up quickly. hm, so long never had to do a shift of bar. does it really matter that if i'm doing a 6 hour shift, 8 hour shift (but at a diferent time slot). hm, the only thing that can only put me a condition of going back to work everyday (and looking forward to it) is the hope of looking at all those pretty matured hot women, ladies...etc. hm, it's unfair. why the girls are served more justly than men.

went tcc exploring the last thursday. looked at city hall, suntec city, funan. millenia walk, circular road, raffles xchane, central. hm, suntec city is abit too bland, and the interior is just too weird. funan, hm, suntec looks like nothing compared t0 some off the other boutiques. it's small, just a round shape (i think, haven't been there yet, but can somehow can read.) hm, city hall kinda rocks, the first place i actually worked at.hm and then they open this cupobrad door, bringing new life to walk in wardrobe.

Culda

I Won't Say I'm Mad Over You, But Even If I Am, Do You Really Need A Reason For That, Cause If You Do, I Don't Have One.

alright, another long day. shorter than yesterday, but still long.

MST

hm, mst was not bad. maths. i didn't know question 1a, 2, the box whisker and something else. yep. paper is over 50. wonder what i'm gonna get. for those questions, i crapped. my answers were like 'i'm not too sure" and stuff like that. even literally drew a box with whiskers for the box-and-whisker question. hm, alright...can't wait to go through the answers...then the whole class is gonna know my answers. damn should've done it properly. damn! hm, gotta work for this and then get through the semester. do super well for semester end test. yeah, gotta get a good GPA. GPA is everything now.

Work Stuff

hm, i realised i'm spouting alot of vulgarities. hm, gotta stop. every vulgar word=10 bucks fine. hm, just when i got no money, i've got to fork out more. woo hoo...make me broke honey. hm, work's slightly better today. just one guy who was like talking like a mouse. hm, saw some of the stuff for tcc menu...hm, interesting...not happy though. hm, why bye bye to that item. what am i gonna indulge in now? hm, i also have been barred from saying 'buh-bye'...it apparently causes guests to puke whatever they had. i must say 'have a nice day" or "goodnight". lame-o.

EMO

hm, i admit i have hurt alot of people. really. i' m serious. should i take a look at myself. i already have. i suck. i'm a jerk. how i managed to piss people off to a limit that they hate me, i don't know. i've just gotta really change. who am i trying to kid. i crack unfunny jokes. i am just being insulting. being sarcastic. being child-like. being an immature asshole. i remember how i made some people cry...did i really mean to do it? hm, i felt that i pushed myself...but did i apologise. i did not. hm, please nav, wake up, smell the roses. you wanna get her? please la. look. the only way she's gonna accept you or even go out with you, is if you're not you. get it? i hope i do.

Culda

Be Quick, Be Decisive, Be Me, Be You. Be Something If Not Everything New. Be There To Be For Me. Be There To Know What We Can Be.

ladies and gentleman, have you ever felt like you're the cause of someone's heartbreak. to know that you have this sense of guilt. to know that you just caused grief to someone. now that person is feeling super sad, depressed, hopeless, suicidal (well, not really), melo-dramatic? hm, no? never? hm, me too.

Money

i get money. i get money. i get money. i can keep singing that song by 5o cent 'i get money'. hm, yeah...not much...but at least it's something. hm, well, gotta keep it. can't let it disappear. gotta take care of it. make sure i don't overspent...like on donuts, ya kun kaya toast, countless bottles of 100 plus, new t-shirts...100% whey protein. hm, that's why i wanna get. hm, take time.

MST

anatomy and physiology is over. alright, not bad. hm, can pass. funny way of their marking scheme. hm, well, now it's time for maths. what the hell, i don't even know what to study. what do you think i'm gonna get for my maths in this conditon? hm, i can't even think straight. what i said in that sentence probably didn't make sense but i'm still sticking to it. hm, well, hope maths goes easily. gotta rush off after that. hm, well, i think my rushing plan works. just that i gotta catch the early transport and all that.

Work

shit, had to sit through this shit table. 7 bitches. half of them butches. really fat too, all of them. then the bitch sitting at the head of the table, was like trying to act cute with me and so i played dumb with her. "for the soup, it comes with the garlic bread? hm, can i have another one? what must pay? hm, is the size the same? (i replied with yes, how can i say no even though the answer IS no. i mean, measure it bitch, it's not the fuckin same). hm i think we take the soup. no just one garlic bread. (and who'll be sharing the soup?) hm you can give a soup spoon to all seven of us (i said 'okay' in a serious manner)" she laughs. her friend butts in and says she's just joking. i wanted to say, no she's just being a bitch who happens to think she's funny. and throughout this whole scene, she's staring at me with her bitch slit eyes. oh, you wanna have a confrontation? hm, bring it on asshole. hm, talking about confronatations. me and the chef were like having a nice chat about soemthing. here it goes. scene goes a customer ordered a chicken pie. the pastries has not been baked yet. told to customer he had to wait 10 mins. customer said he had no problem waiting.

chef: first time ah? first time ah?

me: first time what? (first time see your face? unfortunately no. sadly i've been seeing your black-borned-sour face since day one)

chef: you got tell customer need to wait.

me: ya la, got. he say can wait.

chef: how long time you say he wait?

me: 5-10 mins. he say no problem. he can wait.

chef: what if not 10 mins. what if make more like 15 mins?

me: (hm, then that means you not doing your job properly) then i tell customer about it lo.

chef: what if customer don't want wait?

me: (if don't wanna wait, then ask him buy soemthing else...duh...upsellllll) customer said...he...can...wait.

chef: next time must check with kitchen. then must tell the customer to wait. what if cannot wait? then how?

me: (then we all go outside and do raindance) customer said he can wait. if he cannot wait, then i surely will let him know have to take time. if still don't want to wait, i won't ask him to buy the chicken pie. ask him get something else. if anything i will talk to customer.

chef was looking kinda intimidated. he kept swallowing when talking to me. and i was like keep wanting to laugh. cause he couldn't express himself properly in english. hm, does he know that i can understand mandarin? hm, never mind. overall, it was a freaking tiring day. not physically. mentally. hm, stupid tables trying to act lame. i think i encountered tables like these four times. shit, don't do this to me bastards. we know you hate your life. don't make us hate yours too.

Culda

Unsociably Active In A Highly Influential World Where Having Friends Is A Good Thing But Not Necessary.

recently been trying to study. but how to when i've got work, camps and stuff to deal with. hm, kinda a pain sometimes. to care about too many things. i'll even the things out in those lovely little headings that you guys so love. if you don't love it, then never mind. i'll update you my life. my happenings. 

Work

yep, kinda getting used to it. actually i'm amazed i can still remember stuff. like what to ask. how to ask. so it was only like a crash course in the admin stuff and all that. then yeah. as for bar, i'm freaking slow!!! and i forgot so many things. like how much to add of a certain thing. but sometimes i feel like i'm...hm, never mind.

then the respect that should be present is not there. jokes, yeah make your jokes. but when it coems to serious, i know when a joke is not a joke. and if you say you're joking, well, it just proves you dunno how to joke properly, cause if you did, both of us will be laughing. then don't push me and ask me to say sorry. i'm just checking. ah, forget it. people i thought were nice, are not. made me wonder some things.

new staff. two girls. one guy. hm, not bad. new staff. trained them. they seem hopeful. but it's best to never actually put full hope on anyone. you can say there's potential. wait for the time to show their potential. don't assume. cause you'll jsut be left looking like an ass. argh, i hate that word. hm, anyway, then there's...hm, never ,mind. want another cheesy thingy? there's me...

MST Week

hm, and i didn't study anything much. hm, gonna flunkity flunkity flunk. i hope they give you a bloody chance. i hate my modules. they don't mean anything. we're just having it for convenience or something. just to so as to occupy and fit or whatever is the word for the first semester. give us a break. humanbio chem, gonna just give up on it. cause it's like a course that doesn't make me go 'okay, i understand now'. then anatomy and physiology. well, it's okay, but it's just that i dunno what's gonna be tested or rather how the test is gonna be like cause we never have any tutorials or whatever. then maths...erm, it's being taught differently. hm, i can't scrape through that...i hope. analytical and physical chem...I SUCK AT CHEM!!! it's the subject i couldn't comprehend since sec sch. general optics...sit in the lecture hall and try to understand what is being taught in the lecture without saying 'what the f...'. seriously, that's how i feel. general optics is a fancy name for physics about light and lenses and mirrors and stuff like that. basically it was the most stupidest and suckiest topic in sec sch syllables. hm yeah...that's basically it. it means death for me. bad GPA. bad life.

Money

hm, money is kinda getting okay. but it's only for like a day a day only. i'm never okay for a week...or two days. i need to get my pay. i expect and predict it's gonna be late. hm, my 'job offers' or whatver it's called is still up for grabs. anyone...interested. a play date? a butler? i've got experience. "hi sir, ice water or warm water for you?". i'll even mean it when i say it. hm, i need money. okay...call me at 97473625. looking for used clothes? i don't have any. i just have used clothes. get it? hm, not funny i know...

Other Stuff

hm, i wanna get a camera, a girlfriend i can dote on, a new phone, a new wallet...my wishlist is coming up...sidebar...weehoo...

hm then there's gonna be some time management and planning for some time saving shit or something like that. i'm gonna have alot of experiments with time...yeah, that sounds nice, vague and totally redundant to others but not me. it'll save my ass...and yeah. just gotta be fast in everything i do. no more wasting time. gotta be like jay...auto go back (tcc inside joke).

WiseCracks

A dog is always in push up position.

a manager manages, a supervisor supervises, so obviously a boss has to be bossy.

if a bottle of water is called a water bottle, then why is a bottle of apple juice not called a apple bottle?

do you need to be in a club to order a club sandwich? if so, do we need to ask what club are they from so we know how to prepare the sandwich, since each club would probably be different?

a ceiling is a suspended wall.

writers use writing pads, lecturers or lecturees use lecture pads, fools use foolscap.

no man can ever shave properly, there's just too much hair.

no woman can ever shave properly, that's why they invented waxing, so as to just fool men into thinking they're hairless.

if men like hairless women, how come i don't see myself marrying a bald woman?

Culda

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Hurting Soles, Aching Legs, Drooping Eyelids, Rotten Eggs, Ruined Shoes, Hurting Ears, Sore Throat, Blistered Palms - How I Love Feeling Like This Now

here i am...eating assorted biscuits out of a long tin can, with a fan blowing at my face at speed 2 and music being played in the background, while sitting infront my macbook and and typing what is supposed to be reflections for the Basic Training Camp organised by the SP Sabre Shark Rover Sea Scout Crew. did i get that right. hm, my mind is exhausted, and so is every part of my body. well, not really every part...but you get my drift. okay, i'm just like vomit everything about the BTC...but i'm not gonna put all the detail cause of legal issues.

anyway, do read up. for the 'BTC 08'-ers, there are credits and all that other stuff. you can also search through the sub-headings and all that if you're too busy to read all this crap. it's very long i think. peace.

DAY ONE

My bag was hanging onto my dying shoulders. i had came super early. trained to sp via the first train. then figuring i had nothing to do til 8 (the reporting time), figured i'd just roam round the campus. the air was pleasant. cool and refreshing. wanted to go for a jog around the campus. anyway, met ming yang at FC3. slacked there, waited for people, stopped myself from sleeping, drank water. then we were welcomed by the rovers with the reminder that the chairs would snap shut and lock our asses into the seat forever and ever if we didn't walk with wide strides all the way to the badminton hall since it was 15 mins past the reporting time. had a great laugh with the floor after that.

hm, sarcasm aside. it was a sudden wake up for everyone. if you thought this camp meant strolling about in havainas across the sarimbun camp ground with a glass of pineapple juice with a umbrella at the rim in one hand and a sarimbun camp tourist guide map with all the attractions and other sights listed in the camp ground, then the door was open for us with a grand exit. leave with honor. you're the first one to say no. hm, crap...why am i talking like this.

anyway, after everything, we were left to build our tents once we reached the camp. tents were up without problems. then had macaroni for lunch with baked beans and sardines. i don't eat sardines so i forgoed it. ladies and gentlemen, you are in a camp, you are not at home. don't expect everything to be like what it is at home. there were many events after that to keep us occupied. T-E-A-M-W-O-R-K. did PT together because we were not together. got scolded together because we were not together. it was a pretty long day. dinner was a hell load of instant noodles. cooked it ourselves with a LPG and stove. interesting.

oh did i mention that we had to have this egg buddy thingy. damn, my bag is like wet casue of it. three eggs broke and spilt into one of my section pockets of the bag cause it happened when i put my bag down in the bus or was it from the bus going back home. now my bag stinks. anyway, through all the events and lessons and all that in that day of which i slept through most of it cause i was tired after having a three day scout camp and work which ended 8 hours before camp. so that meant that i had like 3 hours of fun, cause...well, left at 5. anyway, slept quite badly the first day cause we had pt at 0615 and we slept at 2 plus. so i knew if i went to sleep soundly, i wouldn't be able to wake up. so yeah, first day was already kinda shag. but the supper was nice abit. biscuits.

DAY TWO

PT...opeining ceremony. hell yeah. inspection. hm, how i love inspection. just throw everything. hm, i envy those with the standard haversack that has like one to three compartments. just open all the zips and throw everything out. within a minute you can have everything nicely layed out. mine's like crap. gotta open here and there and here and there. but it's kinda good cause they inspectors may not know the inside's and outs of my bag so hiding stuff is easy. anyway, i found out that i never exceed 10 mistakes. i think most is 8 mistakes. why, egg never take out from container. then forget to take out fork spoon from mess tin. then mostly is cause never standardise with the OIC. then got one mistake because of wax. i was like to sleepy to ask why is gatsby wax a mistake. "Instructor, i need to have a strong morale and having spiky hair boosts my morale."

had pancake juice. damn nice. i didn't know it tasted that good. we tried cooking it, but it was unsucceeful. we even had proof to show to the Food IC. bet no one expected that. then lunch was like instant noodles again. enjoyed that. biscuits were like always there to keep us satisfied and stop our stomachs from growling. hm, growling stomachs...hm all of a sudden i remember those times in gen opt lecture when my stomach would be growling for food so loudly that the people sitting the row below can hear it. but i was like never very hungry during the camp. cause biscuits...

hm, i stayed awake today. had like practicals. did flagstaff. i pegged the peg the wrong way in. and there i was scratching my head and looking at it like an idiot. thought no one would ever notice. but once it was done, the instructors and all that were like making fun of my careless mistake. alright. well, at least i changed it immediately. then there was this tyre thingy. used my human advantage to lift the tyre up to a certain level. used my height. haha. we were successful. hell yeah.

then there was like other fun stuff. the entire thing with the blindfold. blindman's game? anyway, after a while i kinda knew where we were and all that. like water being sprayed at you. and just hours before they told you that the male toilet can't be used. hm, think thinking thought. alright. anyway, fun, but draggy abit. then there was the mudbath thing. cooling. hellyeah. everyone was like statues after that. the mud on our hair made us look cool. cool mud monsters.

anyway, the whole day was great. dinner was a competiton. cooked fried rice. fried rice with sand and mud. yum, crunchy. lucky i was always bugging my mom whenever she was cooking. "navjoth, fried rice is actually the easiest dish to cook. just cook the rice. anything you wanna add, just add then fry everything together, add some sauce to taste and enjoy". hm, cooking 101. the other group cooked fried noodles. hm, technically it's like cheating cause theirs was instant noodles without soup. but we won, so i won't say it was cheating. but theirs tasted damn good.

i knew there was a fire drill coming along. why? we we off to sleep early. justin (RSL) said "alright, just to let you know. please be careful cause they are burning wood over there so if there is a fire, get the buckets of water at the shed over there." it was the second night of the camp and the next night would be our investiture so they can't really tekan us after investiture. so yeah, expected. 

DAY THREE

i was like awake until maybe three plus. i was waiting for the fire drill to happen. was at first talking to sharon and galvin. but after a while heard them snoring and i realised i was actually talking to myself for half an hour plus plus. then i was like, hm, aiyah forget it. i'll just keep talking to myself. somewhere in the distant i could hear other voices. thought maybe it was my other mates. i was wrong. the next thing i knew i realised that there was another blanket on me (i don't blame you for not getting this folks...it's kinda like an inside joke). i woke up, stunned. if the tent hadn't been pulled down, i would have run and grabbed the water buckets. but i was surprised by it that i woke up, pulled the tent off me, took my egg and wore my shoes, put back the tent flap nicely lying down and made it neat for some apparent reason, and ran somewhere. over there did like waking up exercises. it was beautiful.

then after that, we had to bring up the fallen tent. we didn't really sleep. just napped at the PT place. PT was nice. usual. anyway we were then having kaya and bread for breakfast while the ants were having our blood as breakfast while (i assume) the instructors were having pipako for breakfast...so they can shout with clarity. breakfast ended fast..then stuff happened. for lunch we guys had to finish up all the food.

we had footdrill on that day too. it was cool. nice to finally be in a footdrill contingent after so long. though understandably everyone was not on the same page when it came to executing the cause as usual different units practise different standards. so yeah. i grew up with FDC and stuff. anyway, then we had the investiture rehearsal. kinda relaxing. the investiture was going to be in a matter of hours. and so did that mean that those hours was gonna be spent on practising on our performance (we were supposed to do a performance after the investiture) and slack in our tents and record down the shapes of the clouds as they pass by our heads in our log books? hm, the sweet answer is no. what was next for us...was *************. [censored for those who might want to try out for next year BTC...haha]

anyway, what really was in their made everyone cry. if not on the outside, surely on the inside. the bonding through the pain, the flags waving proudly around us, the pride in the each other's eyes including the instructors. it was amazing. it was worth it...for the blue scarf and woggle. after that event, it was chilled. everyone was hurt yet laughing and cracking jokes...how it should be. dinner was going to be after investiture. investiture was cool. got my stuff. met the alumni and saw their pretty little faces. imagined myself 3 years from now being there and looking at the new faces of rovers. then we went on with our performance. hm, what did i think of? a re-enactment of the camp while making fun of the instructors. decided to tone it down. did andy "T-E-A-M-W-O-R-K...you'll are stroooooooooooooling...what did i say last night...swift and fast" and then there were some other classics from the other instructors like "where's the indian pot?" and "why so sloooooooow" and also "what is this? you'll are leaving your friends behind". ahhh...good times.

DAY FOUR

anyway, woke up early again for something. but i won't say what. but it was FUCKIN-AWESOME!!! yep, it was kinda amusing when i woke up when i thought about it after the event was over. hm, well, three of the instructors woke me up. i was like so deep in sleep i didn't know what was happening. when they woke me up, i thought they were being concerned for my well-being by asking me to sleep with something over me to prevent myself from feeling cold. so what i did was take a shirt and put it over my body and went back to sleep. then they shook me again and told me to wake up. so i woke up and turned to my friend and asked him to wake up as well. then they told me "no, you alone". i stepped up clumsily, put on my shoes or something. then as they were leading me up a slope, i almost fell. why? cause one was pulling my up while one was holding me down. but everything was okay beside that.

hm, breakfast was good. kaya bread and scrambled egg bread (thanks ada (TCO)). hm, we spent most of the time slacking around and preparing to pack up. got bitten by two ants on the same thumb at the same time while striking down the tents and kitchen sheds. like what the hell, one's not enough? anyway, then we had to return back our stuff to the sarimbun equipment shed. xui min (instructor) ws pissed at the lady there for asking us to keep re-folding and re-folding again and again..."go ask that bitch to ask her how to fold". me and the guys however were singing along to hoobastank's 'the reason' which was being played on the radio in the equipment shed. made us smile again for hearing good music being played.

bus-ed back to SP. going there, everyone slept. oh did i mention that everyone overslept that day? yeah, there wasn't PT or whatever.  then we thought we were going to get shit. so we quickly fall-in at the PT place but there was no one. then we went to the main fall in area and shouted "we are ready" countless times. then one instructor came out slowly and saw us standing there. yeah...funny..laugh please

anyway, back at sp, did stuff there. then we had the closing ceremony. everything was good after that. had to do some stuff back home. missed the traditional gathering. camp was officially over.

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REFLECTIONS

it was a different camp. i knew i didn't regret coming for this. whatever that i gained within this 4 days...everything was worth the pain i went through. all the wonderful friends...all the memories...all the laughter...all the joy...all the sadness...all the tears...all the times everyone spent making fun of everyone. i can't help think that i actually was thinking of not going. cause i knew i could have made 176 bucks over the four days. i could have spent my days studying for my MSTs. but i just realised that i already made a commitment and i knew i had to fulfil it. with joy. and i really am happy that i didn't choose to pon (skip) this camp. i enjoyed it...really. hm, it really did show me a whole different perspective. really there was the importance and focus on teamwork. all the events was nicely prepared and informative (saying it from a normal layman's point of view, not from a scout's view). the crap that we made even with the instructors at those free time. ahhh...it was just great. next year, hell yeah i'll be there.

TO THE INSTRUCTORS

thanks to you guys for giving us the hellish time of our lives. motivating (and at times sometimes nagging) us. you also really made us see the importance of being a team. seeing you guys, we realize how strong and bonded a team can be. you showed us the seriousness of life. you showed us the consequences of doing things wrongly. you showed us that sp rovers love light sticks alot. thanks alot you guys. really appreciate everything that you guys put in for us. and just like to say that everything was nicely done. especially that after-midnight thing on day four, it was really really awesome. one of the most memorable moment in that camp. the most memorable? SHIT.

TO MY FRIENDS

hey guys, thanks for being a great team. you guys really bond well. eat alot too. hm, that SHIT time, man, that hugs were really great. the encouragement we gave each other. i don't care how gay i sound like now. i love you guys. peace for ever. sorry for you guys to bear with my crap. hm, each one of you...you're gonna do great.

Culda

P.S. this is not the end. this is only the beginning.

P.P.S. hm, if any of this needs to be erased/taken off/whatever, let me know alright.

A Shitty Day At Work/My Endless Search For New Addictions And Fantabolicious Snacks And Little Feasties.

that has probably gotta be one of the most fruity sounding tittle. fantobolicious = fantastic + fabolous + delicious. i created that with a little help from my creative section of my brain. alright. to work

Work

well, work was like okay. it was the eve of her birthday and what could i do at the most? just wish her. should've given her what i had prepared. anyway, then got pissed of by another her. goddamn it. argh, and i'm working with her for another day i think...or is it two more? argh, can't take it. can't take it. i need a vacation from her. or maybe i'll do what i did most of the time today. stayed at the back and just basically stayed away from her. only had her piss me off cause some order wanted to be served later but cause i didn't ask, the desert got sent earlier and the table rejected saying they wanted it later, thus the desert could not be sold cause it need to be sent before the ice cream melts or the hot fudge cake gets cold. so i had to buy it cause it's my fault. no arguments there. my fault. but the way...oh...gawd. anyway, then pissed me off again...and again...and again...and again...then went home. thought of how i'm gonna survive next week with her. don't talk to her then.

anyway, at work saw some interesting people. a cute funny couple thought the description/fun fact of mushrooms in the gallery(in tcc, the menu is called a galley. cool huh?) was actually a salad...idiots...tried not to laugh. only let it go abit when i was keying it their order. then there was this baby who punched me in my b***s. damn, so young, yet they know where i'll feel the pain the most. and a hard one at that. damn...argh...thank gawd the baby wasn't holding any fork or whatever. stupid baby sitting on that high chair and acting all cute and innocent.

there was this table too...two girls...pampered themselves with a wonderful selection of stuff...two deserts with added ice cream for each and a drink with an additional ice cream on that too. perky, cheerful, and attractive and yeap, good girls. good personality, i bet. then there was this couple of ladies, who had their conversation in half cantonese and half british english. herm, that's nice. see how i can notice the little things. maybe that's why sometimes i forget the customers waving sillily at me, like they're drowning and i'm a lifeguard looking at what people look at a beach...won't say what, who or where, or wearing what.

anyway, can't wait for pay. i just need to get my pay, then i'll be alright. just this one pay. and i'm gonna be happy. very happy. but gotta work and study too so my schedule for work has got to be reasonable...not like last time before i started work.

Addictions

let me tell you about the things that are addictive, that i like...that i'm addticted to...and i can't walk past it without having a internal civil war with my brain cells, stomach, soul and all that.

Sea Asparagus Chowder - simply delicious. from tcc. it's actually supposed to be thick, but it's still awesome when it's just thin. gotta try. it's 7 bucks without gst and service charge.

Donuts - anywhere is nice...prefer from J.Co, donut empire (typhoon oreo is the best there). 1.3o per piece...holy shit.

Ya Kun Kaya Toast - at 1.80 for two slices and at that price. com'on it is worth it. it's filling too. have it to go and just walk about with it, eating those charcoaled toasted bread slowly.

Kit Kat Chunky Caramel - gotta love that choc with gooey caramel inside that fat kit kat. and if you want it at a good price, buy it from your neighbourhood provison shop.

Mr Bean Pancakes - hm, it only gets you addicted when you eat it. once you eat one, you get hooked and can't decide how many to buy.

Roasted Garlic Chicken Spaghetti - damn nice!!! for those who like it, you'll really like it and get addicted to it. abit pricey too.

Seafood Aglio Olio - strictly only for diehard spicy-food-lovers. get it very spicy and add two lemon wedges, and you've got probably one of the best dry pastas you will ever eat. but it's pricey.

basically this are all the food i can think of. there are more of course. maybe i'll post some pictures and put it as a seperate blog entry. hm, sounds like a good idea. look out for that.

it's 0347 and i've got a camp to attend to in 4 and a half hours. alright...not gonna sleep. i'm gonna go to tcc terminal 3 first. get my first aid kit. then get a free drink (hohoyeah) then accompany them for an hour or something then get ready to head off to SP rover den. probably just gonna walk about there if i'm early. gonna ask them whether is there a need for me to attend cause i don't have the full uniform...no money to buy. only got the shirt, pants. no beret and scarf. if can't go, ask whether can work at tcc. if cannot work then stay at home study. if can go to camp, then go la. then come back, sleep...study. then get ready to welcome my parents back to singapore on friday. then get ready to work on saturday. sunday not working. monday prob working. gonna stop on friday. then prepare for school MST (mid-semester tests)...and then back to normal life with abit of planning for some stuff...for money sake...

Culda

P.S. if you'll got any food in mind, that's worth trying or being addicted to, please let me know. i would love that alot. thanks, see ya in 4/5 days with my camp updates.

'Money Is The Root Of All Evil' - I Don't Care How Many Sins That Arises, I Just Am Willing To Do Anything Just About Anything For Those Dollar Notes.

Money Talks...Yeah, See Me Cry Over Money Again

yeah, it really sucks. i figures that i would be safe with 20 bucks at hand. but i forget that i have like lunches and dinners to get myself. i needed some money for my transportation. and for my camp stuff, needed some provisions. it's amazing how that 20 bucks disappeared in a matter of seconds. you're never okay with any amount of money. you need to keep on increasing your wealth pile to be happy. i'm a growing man with a unbelievable appetite. i need to appease my stomach. instant noodles. yeah, it's cheap, good, fast and filling. but is it healthy, nutritious, and you certainly need to keep on stocking up..which still results you in having the need of more money. money is never enough.

that's why we work...some of us. who think that we need to satisfy our needs. first use the money to get our needs, eg. camp stuff, normal cheap food, school stuff, stuff like that. then there's our wants...like wonderful food, games, chocolates, stuff like that. our wants really outnumber the needs. it's just that we see the wants as needs before we buy it and when we look back when we are a little short, we realise that we shouldn't have actually spent on it. ahh, regrets. i'm have like tones of regrets. learn from it. we must learn to control the impulse. we must stop. and so must i about this subject. the more i think about it, the more i talk about it...the more it makes me wanna just drop helplessly and hopelessly to the ground and curl up into a ball and hope and imagine that my ass will shit out dollar notes. hm, imagine that. that would be a sight to behold.

hm then it's like without money, you find yourself helpless. what if the bus and train services has stopped opertaion. you can't take the taxi. then when you see this thing you have been so dying to try for on sale and you open up your wallet and there's nothing there except a dead moth. then when it's time for lunch and you don't have money, so you're hungry for the whole day. that sucks...all those things..and more.

hm, then you wish for things that are free. like free food, free drinks, free toliet entries and all that. but is that possible. well, kinda, if you know where to look. then how do you ask people out also. you can't ask them out and say, '..but it's gonna be your treat baby girl'...that girl's gonna give you the biggest sarcastic grin in your life and wave goodbye to your sorry little assface for the last time. but hey, if a girl does that, that means she's a bitch. cause she doesn't know honesty, even if honesty was a person and doing her in the middle of the night with extra force and fetish-ness, she wouldn't even try to understand it. she would just be...wait, i'm talking about money here, not bitches and whips in sex.

money. we all need it. especially everyone. yeah, i just wanted to stress my point. make it more convincing or something like that. you pray that you can get free money. but it's hard. even when you get it from your parents, they need something back in return. like good grades from you, or not making alot of noise. and it sucks cause my parents are not at home right now, not in singapore actually, and i can't ask them for money. if i could, i surely would.

money , please...i need money. i'll do anything. i'll really do anything. please, anything. anything. to everyone...what do you want me to do. strip, pole dance infront in the middle of a orchard road foodcourt. stand in the middle of the road for 3 mins, sleep with you, stay away from you, accompany you anywhere, do stuff for you, be your man butler, anything...i'm willing to do ANYTHING...

Culda

P.S Anyone need anything to be done, like either those stuff mentioned above or anything you have in mind which you are ready to pay for being done, please call me at 97473625. really...call. please do call. i welcome you with all my heart.

And So Begins The Life Of One And The Ending Of Another, Signifying The Endless Spin Of The Vicious Circle Of Life.

Money Talks

...and the only way for me to really hear what it has to say is to have some money in the first place. so right now, i have to guess what it says. hm, alright, feeling lame right now. i'm like so broke right now. my wallet has holes. no....literally, there are holes in it. coins fall out of the coin pocket thingy and sometimes my card may fall out too. i just realise that how some people have to survive without any money at all. it's like i'm really thinking twice about the money i spent frivolously during the last two months. hm, mostly spent on food. shit, what did i eat. really, i need to seriously cut down man. eat instant noodles or eat those bread stuff...eat donuts...woo..donuts...mmmm...sweet lovely donuts...shit, i need some right now. oreo please...wait where was i? hm, i really need money. i'm just waiting for my first pay. i don't care how much i get...gonna make it last for three weeks or more. depending. surely more than three weeks. gotta save...

Work Duties

yep, working already. first day of work just ended. kinda fun. talked crap, looked around at people eat food and walk about funnily and weirdly...got to see from the stupid customers to the ugly customers to the not so bad ones. hm, really laugh at those genuinely stupid people. hm, thank god they don't read my entries. if not, i'm in deep shit. they'll be like outside my house holding a firehose loaded with foamy soap at the mouth of the hose and fire it into my mouth and wash all the trash from it. today i woke up and said to my crappy side, 'if i were to build a sculpture out of crap, it wouldn't be much full of crap as i am'. interesting how i can insult myself and tell you guys about it. hm, anyway, i'm gonna like try to make double chocolate (yeah the one at macdonalds). i won't say that drink is really nice. it's like milk and chocolate and oreo bits with surely chocolate powder or something. hm, have to really R&D on it. yep...then do some other stuff...but it'll surely be impossible. hm, my schedule is like okay la...6-12, 6-12, 6-12...boring..6 hours...need money...wanna work overtime...but i know it's impossible. hm, can't wait for the holidays to start...the next set of holidays...it's like one and a half month...can work and get money...then see how if i wanna continue. i'm surely gonna quit once i get into second year. surely...then i'm gonna like scheme up some money making plan and call it my work. and then be able to earn money. i'll do it in school or something. or maybe do like some kinda i-order-for-you-you-pay-me-extra-for-it work. or i-accompany-you-for-a-day-and-you-pay-me-for-it. that's like social escort...selling my body...or rather in this case my time. hm, more ideas are being created in my head.

Busy, Hectic Week

i have like a 3 day scout camp with working days in between and i'm not staying for the 3rd day. then i've gotta work. then i've got like sp rover camp from monday to thursday. then probably gonna work on like saturday. need one day of rest. busy. then need to study. i'll probably be studying at my scout camp. how to study at rover camp. i'll see my laptop fly in the air and into the sea. hm, i got myself into this. gotta find a way to settle it.

It Ends Right Here

hm, due to my hectic schedule, i don't think i can blog at all...duh...so i'll like try to remember every shit that happened to me and post it down here. but even if i don't blog it down, what can you do to me? if i told you nothing happened at all, who are you to not believe me? hm, if you do that, i might as well just tell you to hold on to your ankles and kiss your ass goodbye. i'm just kidding...or am i?

Culda

P.S. I'll be back. can anyone lend me money? seriously please?

When You Have Nothing To Do, You Torture Yourself With The Thoughts Of Having Unstoppable Fun And Endless Runs In A Field Of Yellow Daisies.

what's up with the tittle? don't ask me. i have no explanation for it. anyway, was feeling like so bored. thought i'll just insult myself by taking stupid tests..

You are a PC

You're practical, thrifty, and able to do almost anything. Appearances and trends aren't important to you. You just like to get the job done.

Are You a Mac or a PC?

er, then why the hell am i using a mac? hm, the test is wrong. it's wrong. if my mom believe's this, she's gonna be like saying that i wasted her money.

Your Slanguage Profile

Prison Slang: 75% British Slang: 50% Canadian Slang: 50% Victorian Slang: 50% Aussie Slang: 25% New England Slang: 25%

What Slanguage Do You Speak?

i belong in prison. damn, i need something to make me feel better.

You Probably Look Your Age (At Least!)

You don't really respect your body, and that may catch up with you over time. Relax a little and try to take care of yourself. If not, you'll have a lot of botox in your future.

Do You Look Your Age?

shit. this tests is making me have low self esteem. freak. botox? hm, i doubt so. ahh, freak you blogthings. make me feel good about myself. tell me i'm doing something right.

Your Response is: Stay Calm

You don't have much of a fight or flight response. In fact, you rather do neither. You don't like getting worked up. You are able to approach most threats calmly and rationally. You don't let your emotions get the best of you!

How Do You Respond: Fight or Flight?

yay. finally. i'm calm. yep. that's good news. alright...see, i'm a soft guy. i don't start fights. i end them.

i just realise that this is mostly like for girls. i also found out i date like a woman. well, that explains some stuff. 

You Are 34% Homophobic

You don't want to be homophobic, and you're usually not. You have a few stereotypes about gay people - and they'll eventually be broken.

Are You Homophobic?

hm, hey hey...look at that. i ain't really homophobic. see, i've got nothing against you johnathon. hm, inside joke.

You Are a Chocolate Cheesecake

Rich and greedy, you're attracted to the dark side of life. Nothing ever quite satisfies your inner beast. And somehow, people find that sexy.

What Kind of Cheesecake Are You?

hm, chocolate cheesecake? erm, never tried one before. people find my unsatisfied inner beast sexy and alluring? holy shit, baik sial (damn nice).

You Have Your Sarcastic Moments

While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge. In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead! And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in. Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.

How Sarcastic Are You?

i'm happy with this. see, i'm not evil. i'm just funnily sarcastic which appeals to everyone who doesn't have a frail and fragile heart. 

and finally gonna end it with something fun.

You are a Rocker Girl!

If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's. Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know. Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime. Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker!

What Kind of Girl Are You?

hm, interesting result. a rocker girl. hm, well, so i won't be much different if i have a sex change. not that i'm thinking of one. i'm not thinking of being a girl. herm, but there is a female dragon boating team...hmm...no...of course not la...

well, it was fun, i'll probably be back with more...

Whisper To Me And I'll Make Your Dreams Come True With A Flick Of My Finger And A Wink Of My Eye But Not Right Now Cause I'm Bored Of Hearing You.

All About Music

remembering the good ol music which have created a legacy of some sort. take for example iron maiden and ac/dc and def leppard and metallica and korn, where bands like them are remembered for something. korn remembered for creating the foundations for Nu metal. hm, i've put in a radio for nu metal at the side. also added is a imeem playlist of those rock songs that have a sentimental effect in it. hm, trying to get reacquainted with many songs also. like i just got reacquainted with the all american rejects 'it ends tonight' and hoobastank's 'the reason'. and i have a feeling that nobody is interested in it. but since you're reading and i have abit of your interest, please recommend to me good songs. i'm gonna like blast you guys with metal soon. don't forget to thank me. and don't forget to tag me your songs.

She

i'm just gonna take this time to write something short. there's this person. whom (hm, do people use whom nowadays, or do they just use who? hm, whatever.) i want to really talk with. i figure that i really need to talk to you. i know you read this. please, i know we having holidays now. hm, that had no relevance to this. herm, forget i said. tired of pressing backspace. anyway, please do tag back. the reason for me wanting (this word can be an action word and can be a chinese girl's name) to talk to you is cause i just wanna explain some stuff to you. and i hate to people see me as a bad guy or whatever. i don't want to be the reason i'm adding to your burden. hm, and i'm doing this on my own will. cause i hate to be hated. unless it's an a**hole or some freaking retarded fool who keeps pressing me ass with his hands and frontal lower part of his body in a slightly crowded train. erm, it does happen. anyway, yeah...please tag back or whatever...alrighty?

To End It All...

hm, alright, getting used to dragon boat. i sometimes wonder why i chose it. that's the slacker part of me saying it. but there's one part of me, the never-happy-of-myself part of me that says i'm a weakling to be so weak in db, but a greater weakling to give up. that's why i ain't gonna give up this thing. think the body of a spartan...ho-ho-yeah. boo yah. ya ha. haha. yaya. papaya. Studies. blog hopping. just plain hopping. not yet shopping. cause no money. anyone want to donate to the Help-Nav-Now Fund?

Culda

All Of Us Have Something That Feel Guilty About, A Guilty Pleasure As Some Call It And Mine Is The Lovely Lil Pastry With A Million Flavor-Variations.

hm, did you know that the entire tittle for this blog is just nice? meaning that it's the maximum characther limit. cool

hm anyway, my guilty pleasure. DONUTS! woo, can't seem to get sick of it. as J.Co puts it, one is never enough. even those classic sugar-powdered/sprinkled ones doesn't make me sian...hm, i remember when in primary sch and sec sch, i would always buy donuts...and the lady would always put on more sugar for me as a way of getting me back for more. then came the craze of those varied flavor donuts. strawberry, chocolate, double chocolate, oreo powdered, choc-mango, choc banana, vanilla, yoghurt, koko crunch, latte, cream...the list goes on...

hm, though it's not a new thing cause america had this like a long tim ago, seeing from the fat policeman chasing young deers and all that...hm, look at those fat arses over there, and you'll know why i love the american food. but indian food seems to be liked everyone actually. especially the curries. hm, anyway, love donuts. just love em. 

they'll pick me up when i'm having a bad day. it makes as a great conversation starter. it's good snack to eat in cinemas. it's good food to eat with your babe. it's good food to say sorry with. it's good food to eat while on the go. you can play a game with your friends and keep a record of who has eaten the most number of different flavored donuts. there's so many things you can do with donuts while eating them. please don't start food fights with them. if you don't like donuts, please give them to me. thank you very much...

hm...in other news, gonna start working at tcc terminal 3 arrival hall from wednesday onwards. got my uniform and all that...gonna be looking smart and all that. but remember, prioritize and all that...know what you need to put first. study, work, play. and most importantly gotta pay attention to someone.

Culda

I Wish That Tonight We Fall Into Each Others Arms, Hopelessly In Love And Not Giving A Care About What Other People Have To Think Or Say About Us.

hold your hand. grip it tightly. who are you missing right now. think of the person who you are missing of. you miss his/her touch. you miss that feeling when you are near that person. your heart beats fast when they are around but skips beats when they are missing. where has that person gone to. nowhere. that person might be next to you. waiting for you. or being waited for. for just one more chance. so close, yet so far. you hold his/her hand and feel nothing in return. just a touch, not a feeling of love. where has it gone to? nowhere. that person is sitting next to you right now, tell him/her that you want him/her. tell that person how much you want him/her. how much you are willing to give up for for that one chance. to be loved again. please forgive me, you tell him/her. please take me back, you say. do you still love me, you ask. he/she does still love you. if you want him/her that badly and am willing to give up everything for him/her, he/she will recognise your efforts and understand. noone is ever better off without anyone. if that line has been said to you before, my friend, he/she loves you...alot...he/she loves you so much that it cannot be expressed in words nor actions. it's expressed only through feelings and the unspoken language. when you look into that person's eyes when he/she says that, you feel it. but what should you do, when you experience this? take that person's hand. grip it tightly. he/she will try to let go, but won't. take your finger and wipe that tear off that person's cheek. take a breath. tell him/her that you love him/her. whisper it gently yet with a strong sense of the feeling of love and care and truth. now everything will seem like it's not working, cause he/she will look away. hiding the tears. hiding what that person really wants to say. hold me close, you say. i love you, you say. trust me, you say. but he/she says, it's over and walks away. you stare at him/her and let the tears welling up in your eyes trickle down your cheeks. you then make a quick dash for him/her. you hold that person's hand. he/she turns away from you. don't treat me like a stranger, you say. give me one chance, you say. let me earn my trust, you say. he/she looks toward you, and hold your hand loosely. they look and say to you, with tears welling up in their eyes, hm, give us a moment. you've that chance. you've got that chance. YOU'VE GOT THAT CHANCE! what you need to do is be yourself and make yourself trustworthy. believe me. to get what you want, you need to work for it. it's not a sacrifice. it's not called being desperate. it's called being in love. the pursuit of happiness. for that one person you want to be with so much.

Culda