OK so its like, Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle, and while I am neither Harold nor Kumar, and neither is there a White Castle in Singapore, and so the similarty between that movie and my day today is that we both 'Go To' a place.
In my case, its Lennard and His Bag* Go To Pek Kio Kopitiam.
(*for lack of another character)
See? we are both on a quest for food. let me elaborate-
'Harold : I want that.
Kumar : What? A Hot Dog Heaven chili cheese dog?
Harold : No. The feeling a man gets when he gets exactly what he desires.
Kumar : You mean...
Harold : We have to go to White Castle'
the difference being, of course, was that i had to go to Pek Kio Kopitiam, where the food is cheap and the Sweet and Sour Pork is oh so sweet, and sour, and porky... I mean, if you want to nit pick, there are many other differences between the movie and my day as i did not hang-glide or smoke pot or touch a man's wife's tits, and their journey was a convulted adventure whereas mine was a 10 min bus ride on 890, but but but, if you distill it, at its very essence, those elements served to heighten the 'excitement' of the day, and (lo and behold) i TOO had 'excitement heightening' experiences too in my journey to pek kio.
for example- i almost tripped on a step. after buying my meal. not exciting enough? well, after buying my da-bao meal, i went to the near-by al-ameen to get a drink, and heh heh heh if those muslims found out i had in my plastic bag a packed meal of pork, oh my. it would be a call for jihad bigger than 9-11.
'Live on The Edge (c)', thats my motto.
back to camp tomorrow night after this lovely 2 week hiatus. g'bye.
2004-08-27
i was thinking about all this creative arty jazz, you know what i mean, the need to 'express' myself and yada yada and generally what is traditionally associated with the arty folk of which i am sometimes thought of, and i was thinking about why is it i like art so much and why i took to it so strongly.
on further introspection, i find i just as much enjoy putting together an outfit to wear as much as drawing a picture, and while it may be a satisfaction on a different level, it still curbs some basic hunger within me, like an itch you can't really scratch and you itch, its just you don't know where.
so i was peeing at rox's place (the toilet is a very conductive place for thought. think of archimedes man.), and it struck me! like a bolt of lightning! the reason i like it so much (drum roll) is because of the control i get over it. basically, there aren't really any rules and you can just go as your whim dictactes, and theres no 2nd or 3rd party you have to think about. its just you, and what you want. which re-affirms that i guess i am selfish, but hey, at least i don't (i hope) overly impose it on anyone anyway.
and i have gained a greater level of self awareness. if this were Final Fantasy, the level up tune would be playing now.
on further introspection, i find i just as much enjoy putting together an outfit to wear as much as drawing a picture, and while it may be a satisfaction on a different level, it still curbs some basic hunger within me, like an itch you can't really scratch and you itch, its just you don't know where.
so i was peeing at rox's place (the toilet is a very conductive place for thought. think of archimedes man.), and it struck me! like a bolt of lightning! the reason i like it so much (drum roll) is because of the control i get over it. basically, there aren't really any rules and you can just go as your whim dictactes, and theres no 2nd or 3rd party you have to think about. its just you, and what you want. which re-affirms that i guess i am selfish, but hey, at least i don't (i hope) overly impose it on anyone anyway.
and i have gained a greater level of self awareness. if this were Final Fantasy, the level up tune would be playing now.
don't think me a retard but i can't find the people who added me to MSN messenger. as in, their contacts don't show on my list. so ho hum oh well jst try send me a MSN msg and if it goes thru then all's well that ends well if not i'm not much worse than where i was prior to this.
and i was thinking about NS and how people say i've a jackpot posting and how i still sometimes whine about it, and i was thinking perhaps i'm being very selfish or overly self indulgent but on second third and fourth thoughts, i figured that the shitty thing about NS is not so much your posting, tho it is a factor, but the fact that you're doing what you don't really wanna do for 2 years. and thats the part that gets most people down, the thought of 'what if', as in, specfically, 'what if i wasn't serving NS now...' and our thoughts would drift to that of acadamia, or bumming and slumming, or living it up.
but no one thinks- 'what if i weren't serving NS now? gosh. i'd be so sad and lost. i wouldn't know what to do.'
and i was thinking about NS and how people say i've a jackpot posting and how i still sometimes whine about it, and i was thinking perhaps i'm being very selfish or overly self indulgent but on second third and fourth thoughts, i figured that the shitty thing about NS is not so much your posting, tho it is a factor, but the fact that you're doing what you don't really wanna do for 2 years. and thats the part that gets most people down, the thought of 'what if', as in, specfically, 'what if i wasn't serving NS now...' and our thoughts would drift to that of acadamia, or bumming and slumming, or living it up.
but no one thinks- 'what if i weren't serving NS now? gosh. i'd be so sad and lost. i wouldn't know what to do.'
2004-08-25
okay so im technologically lagging and i JUST only started using MSN messenger but in my defence i will say that i've been using a MAC, so hence my microsoft-related ignorance. now my MSN contact list is well, dismal to say the least, currently at full strength of 1 grand contact courtesy of tiffany, so add me then. lennard_ong@yahoo.com
(weims- told you i'd get MSN)
(weims- told you i'd get MSN)
2004-08-22
when my team leader called and told me to wear civilians to duty cause we were going to do an ambush, i was really damn excited. when we got to strap the pistols to our ankles, i was pissing in my pants with anticipation for the night. then came the briefing. we were doing an ambush for a bicycle thief. take the excitement down a notch. and we spent the night camped at some HDB void deck keeping eye on a bicycle some dist away. and what a bore it was. we caught an old man peeing in the void deck. that's about it.
seems everyone's leaving now. yishi, such, stef, rox, and bla bla the list goes on. when NS is over and the boys go, it'll be around this time of the year too. what an allusion to migratory birds and the seasons of migration. time to fly the coop and spread our wings baby, though some of us make take longer than others.
which brings me to the fact that im studying locally so i thought i might as well get to know what this country actually is about. i wanted to buy this book on politics in singapore and shit like that, so when i rifled thru it, i chanced upon a section on the speakers corner- "a world renowned area for free speech". and i put the book down s-l-o-w-l-y, and took and step back, before turn 180 and running away, hopefully all the way to another nation, but unfortunately only as far as a few steps.
seems everyone's leaving now. yishi, such, stef, rox, and bla bla the list goes on. when NS is over and the boys go, it'll be around this time of the year too. what an allusion to migratory birds and the seasons of migration. time to fly the coop and spread our wings baby, though some of us make take longer than others.
which brings me to the fact that im studying locally so i thought i might as well get to know what this country actually is about. i wanted to buy this book on politics in singapore and shit like that, so when i rifled thru it, i chanced upon a section on the speakers corner- "a world renowned area for free speech". and i put the book down s-l-o-w-l-y, and took and step back, before turn 180 and running away, hopefully all the way to another nation, but unfortunately only as far as a few steps.
2004-08-18
you know hows theres a daily body clock? well there's also a yearly body clock, i realized, and its sync-ed to the school year. that why its now august but i still feel like its only jan or feb. traditionally, june would feel like june because it was when we had that glorious one month break. and august would feel like august because you had to mug. but now, without school, it seems like the year has gotten all wonky. maybe thats why there's the phrase 'young at heart', because adults, having no more school, don't realize the years passing.
2004-08-17
now NDP is over and attachment has started i am filled with a freedom fuelled joy which makes me want to stand atop a mountain, or in the context of heartland singapore, atop a HDP flat and bawl out a huge great YAWP. YAWP.
With ALOT more free time, its not as if I'm doing anything especially significant, but what i enjoy is the leisurely pace at which i can now do my things. i am brewing a new batch of beer and its fermenting in my room and its very comforting to wake in the middle of the night gripped in the fear of 'SHIT WHAT TIME DO I HAVE TO REPORT TOMORROW TO CAMP?!' only to remember that 'ahhhh... i'm in attachment.... no need to go to camp...' and hear my beer fermenter blubs reassuringly.
listening to Queen, KISS, Led Zep and the gamut of classic bands, i am gripped with despair. I am never to watch their concerts, to experience first hand their magic. Of the Rock Opera, and the Camp Glam and the Rock Maestro. Sure Robert Smith and the Cure are still at it but thats different. They're past their prime and robert smith doesn't cut it so much anymore, and its just not the same! And i want to conk myself on the head for missing the recent rolling stones concert. i feel like a spaceman from the 70s/80s because 2004 isn't very me. (it isn't very anyone at that too, might i add.) and i'm not joking when i say the thought of what their concerts might have been like brings a tear to my eye.
jireh was right when he said my blog is dying and i know that and quite frankly now i don't mind so much and its back to more of writing for myself. it'd suit me fine if no one reads this. this is, afterall, a wasteland.
god gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you, gave it to everyone
god gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you, put it in the soul of everyone.
With ALOT more free time, its not as if I'm doing anything especially significant, but what i enjoy is the leisurely pace at which i can now do my things. i am brewing a new batch of beer and its fermenting in my room and its very comforting to wake in the middle of the night gripped in the fear of 'SHIT WHAT TIME DO I HAVE TO REPORT TOMORROW TO CAMP?!' only to remember that 'ahhhh... i'm in attachment.... no need to go to camp...' and hear my beer fermenter blubs reassuringly.
listening to Queen, KISS, Led Zep and the gamut of classic bands, i am gripped with despair. I am never to watch their concerts, to experience first hand their magic. Of the Rock Opera, and the Camp Glam and the Rock Maestro. Sure Robert Smith and the Cure are still at it but thats different. They're past their prime and robert smith doesn't cut it so much anymore, and its just not the same! And i want to conk myself on the head for missing the recent rolling stones concert. i feel like a spaceman from the 70s/80s because 2004 isn't very me. (it isn't very anyone at that too, might i add.) and i'm not joking when i say the thought of what their concerts might have been like brings a tear to my eye.
jireh was right when he said my blog is dying and i know that and quite frankly now i don't mind so much and its back to more of writing for myself. it'd suit me fine if no one reads this. this is, afterall, a wasteland.
god gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you, gave it to everyone
god gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you, put it in the soul of everyone.
2004-08-08
haven't blogged in a while, but theres much to write now. granted its much ado about nothing, but isn't that the case usually? much ado about nothing.
isaac called me last night and asked where was nice to chill out and i said 'hey why not go to ice cold beer' and he say 'hey why not?' so i assumed he went there and when i reached to meet them there i saw them sitting outside ice cold beer on the curbside squatting and when i suggested ice cold beer well i didn't quite mean it that way and thats about the 2nd most hilarious occurance last night, 2nd of course to the events that proceeded it at Rouge (ex-milieu). but before i proceed, let me justify our actions to subvert unneccessary embarrasment on our part.
'the plan', as all plans teenagers concoct, failed to fall through due to some parties falling out (i.e. Weims & gang) or some other reasons which in this case, don't apply. so planless and out about town with too much time and too little to do, our original intention of going to zouk having been axed, we really were at a loss. if you're familiar with your orchard geography, then you'll know that ice cold beer is near Rouge! which is how we ended up there. it sounded good enough- $8 entry with one free drink. who's to complain? the catch- of course theres a catch!- is that it was a NUS engine fac bash!
inside they were all crowded on the dance floor doing NUS chant and cheers, which is horrifying enough, but afterwhich they obediently sat on the dance floor to watch those retrospective videos school-spirited people are so fond of with the obligatory songs from rock pop-dom (i fail to recall the exact songs). horror of horrors, but no, it doesn't end there. when the music does start and they start dancing, well, i shan't be scathing but let me quote isaac- "I've never seen so many bad dancers in one place. Lennard, they're even worse than you when you first started!", and for those who know of my embarrasing early dance floor fiascos, well, this time, it was even worse.
as of late, i've been feeling kinda under the weather what with a cough and blocked nose and itchy eyes and today i went to see the doc and its a bit disturbing that the medicine he gave he came with large stickers on the box saying- 'Caution! Poison!'. sure if i'm 6 feet under i doubt i'd have cough or running nose or itchy eye but then being 6 feet under opens up a whole new can of worms, doesn't it? so if you see my pretty mug in the obits any time soon, well, you know what happened.
unless of course, i die during NDP, which is tomorrow and im so excited that it'll be over that i may just lose control over my bladder, but it also puts me in fear of a terrorist attack! if they bomb the place, i hope its not when i'm doing my segment. soon it'll oh so over and i'll be oh so happy and then maybe i'll stop complaining so much about NS.
and this is for the army guys- i found a shop that sold bars of prickly heat soap! can you imagine? i bought a bar and i'll get back to you if it still gives the same tingly sensation. ah. prickyl heat power. air-con in a metal tin, its heaven i tell you!
isaac called me last night and asked where was nice to chill out and i said 'hey why not go to ice cold beer' and he say 'hey why not?' so i assumed he went there and when i reached to meet them there i saw them sitting outside ice cold beer on the curbside squatting and when i suggested ice cold beer well i didn't quite mean it that way and thats about the 2nd most hilarious occurance last night, 2nd of course to the events that proceeded it at Rouge (ex-milieu). but before i proceed, let me justify our actions to subvert unneccessary embarrasment on our part.
'the plan', as all plans teenagers concoct, failed to fall through due to some parties falling out (i.e. Weims & gang) or some other reasons which in this case, don't apply. so planless and out about town with too much time and too little to do, our original intention of going to zouk having been axed, we really were at a loss. if you're familiar with your orchard geography, then you'll know that ice cold beer is near Rouge! which is how we ended up there. it sounded good enough- $8 entry with one free drink. who's to complain? the catch- of course theres a catch!- is that it was a NUS engine fac bash!
inside they were all crowded on the dance floor doing NUS chant and cheers, which is horrifying enough, but afterwhich they obediently sat on the dance floor to watch those retrospective videos school-spirited people are so fond of with the obligatory songs from rock pop-dom (i fail to recall the exact songs). horror of horrors, but no, it doesn't end there. when the music does start and they start dancing, well, i shan't be scathing but let me quote isaac- "I've never seen so many bad dancers in one place. Lennard, they're even worse than you when you first started!", and for those who know of my embarrasing early dance floor fiascos, well, this time, it was even worse.
as of late, i've been feeling kinda under the weather what with a cough and blocked nose and itchy eyes and today i went to see the doc and its a bit disturbing that the medicine he gave he came with large stickers on the box saying- 'Caution! Poison!'. sure if i'm 6 feet under i doubt i'd have cough or running nose or itchy eye but then being 6 feet under opens up a whole new can of worms, doesn't it? so if you see my pretty mug in the obits any time soon, well, you know what happened.
unless of course, i die during NDP, which is tomorrow and im so excited that it'll be over that i may just lose control over my bladder, but it also puts me in fear of a terrorist attack! if they bomb the place, i hope its not when i'm doing my segment. soon it'll oh so over and i'll be oh so happy and then maybe i'll stop complaining so much about NS.
and this is for the army guys- i found a shop that sold bars of prickly heat soap! can you imagine? i bought a bar and i'll get back to you if it still gives the same tingly sensation. ah. prickyl heat power. air-con in a metal tin, its heaven i tell you!
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