The Massacre Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land
Everyone was sleeping, save woman and man.
They were all panicking and running about
Hunting for bargains, identified with a shout.
For Timmy's Power Ranger, Julie's Barbie doll
Kenny's limited edition adidas ball.
But why, one doth cry, why suffer now?
Why herd into shopping malls as if we were cows?
Why not start earlier, like sensible folk?
Avoid the crowds, split up like an egg and its yolk?
Sure as hell beats me, I have to reply
Everytime I squeeze through crowds with a sigh.
Same time next year, I vow in my mind.
Vowing to return to these crowds their 'favours' in kind.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Current wallpaper. Heh.
It's Christmas, but it probably only really feels like Christmas if you're a kid. Between endless work/endless bookins at camp, haven't even had much time to let the atmosphere soak in. It always just sneaks up on you and beans you in the knee with a lead pipe, something like Tonya Harding. It's really not fair, that we've waited so long for it to come, and then it's gone again.
You know, like a really good sneeze.
I suppose I need the obligatory catching up post. I'm in the Navy, and no, I don't eat fish everyday, drink salt water, or swim all that often. I've got to stay in for my courses, but people I talk to say it's a guaranteed 8-5er. Can't help but look forward to that! The camp I'm staying in is a real dump, too. Actually, since my course only really starts on the 28th, we're all supposed to be doing PT until that date rolls around. By right.
By left, I'm... uh... conveniently excused, on account of my helping out the Logistics Branch with fatigue work, or as it's more commonly called, Sai Gang. Mostly involves me taking a sledgehammer to anything wooden and smashing it to pieces. Damn but that's one hell of a job. So wonderfully cathartic, too!
Still have Xmas shopping to do. Haven't gotten that $10 exchange present yet for Alicia's partaaaaayy. (I can type in good English whenever I want to. Really.) That and another component of the SuperStar Kitten's present. I've got no choice but to go down tomorrow and do it, then. Sigh. I think the last time anyone charged so selflessly into the fray, into the swirling, innumerable hordes, countries fell and empires rose. What chance have I got?
Monday, December 06, 2004
So POP has come and gone. It's strange how something I'd been looking forward to for so long came and went with little fuss, it just... happened. And now the whole event, the 24k route march, the parade, the parade rehearsals.. I thought when the day came, I'd be too elated to contain myself. But when all the rehearsals have you practicing being overjoyed, that probably takes some of the shine off it.
The next thing I'm looking forward to is the KL trip I have coming in a few days. Hopefully this one is even better than the one we had several months ago, being that we know KL a lot better than we did then. It's a chance to get away from everything, just to relax and forget about reality for a while. Haven't had a chance to do that for some time. Actually, I haven't had the chance to vegetate and relax at home for a long, long time without having some form of obligation to fulfill to friends, family and girlfriend. It's... refreshing. As much as I like to laze around home though, I know it can't last. Eventually I'll have to grow up sometime, get a job, save enough money for overseas study... get married... Does this mean I should slowly wean myself off my habits? Or enjoy it to the fullest while I can?
The next thing I'm looking forward to is the KL trip I have coming in a few days. Hopefully this one is even better than the one we had several months ago, being that we know KL a lot better than we did then. It's a chance to get away from everything, just to relax and forget about reality for a while. Haven't had a chance to do that for some time. Actually, I haven't had the chance to vegetate and relax at home for a long, long time without having some form of obligation to fulfill to friends, family and girlfriend. It's... refreshing. As much as I like to laze around home though, I know it can't last. Eventually I'll have to grow up sometime, get a job, save enough money for overseas study... get married... Does this mean I should slowly wean myself off my habits? Or enjoy it to the fullest while I can?
Friday, October 15, 2004
Ugh.
At home now, earlier than scheduled because I'm on Attend C. Can't complain much since I get a nice, longer weekend I suppose. It would've been so much better if my head didn't feel like a jackhammer though. I've got my Situational test coming up soon, but I'm so vehemently against the idea of going to Command School that I'll probably not do very well for it. (*wink*)
I could go to Command School if I wanted though, but... that's just it. I don't want to. I just want a nice posting where I can book out everyday, and see my kitten anytime I want to, and that has absolutely nothing to do with combat. I know, we can't always get what we want. But wanting... if you don't have any desires, if you don't actively strive for that something better in life, well, you might as well die now. I never saw a point in the defeatist POV, that "oh, I'll never get something like that."
Maybe it's because I've mostly gotten what I strived for. Getting a place in SJI, in CMM, for example. Maybe I'm used to getting what I want. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing I can't say for sure.
I do know, however, that I'll soon be out of the hellhole known as Pulau Tekong. And the rest of my life ahead.
At home now, earlier than scheduled because I'm on Attend C. Can't complain much since I get a nice, longer weekend I suppose. It would've been so much better if my head didn't feel like a jackhammer though. I've got my Situational test coming up soon, but I'm so vehemently against the idea of going to Command School that I'll probably not do very well for it. (*wink*)
I could go to Command School if I wanted though, but... that's just it. I don't want to. I just want a nice posting where I can book out everyday, and see my kitten anytime I want to, and that has absolutely nothing to do with combat. I know, we can't always get what we want. But wanting... if you don't have any desires, if you don't actively strive for that something better in life, well, you might as well die now. I never saw a point in the defeatist POV, that "oh, I'll never get something like that."
Maybe it's because I've mostly gotten what I strived for. Getting a place in SJI, in CMM, for example. Maybe I'm used to getting what I want. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing I can't say for sure.
I do know, however, that I'll soon be out of the hellhole known as Pulau Tekong. And the rest of my life ahead.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
An ode to the day before NS
Goodbye computer, goodbye chair
Goodbye wavy locks of hair
Where am I going? What do I do?
How do I survive without getting screwed?
Regardless of time, regardless of date
There'll be only one thing that I know for sure that I'd hate
That's not being beside you, seeing you smile
While I am jogging for miles and miles.
I'll be back soon, I pray and I hope.
That I'll be safe while I'm climbing ropes.
Not just ropes, not just running
Or wearing helmets while machine-gunning.
I'll miss you guys badly, while I'm away
But one more than others I still need to say
You all know who, her name rhymes with "bitten"
Need I mention that it's my kitten?
Well, pretty much. I'll miss all of you people a lot. The comforts of home, the warm showers, air conditioning, and the using of hair styling products are but secondary to you guys. I'll see you people soon.
Goodbye computer, goodbye chair
Goodbye wavy locks of hair
Where am I going? What do I do?
How do I survive without getting screwed?
Regardless of time, regardless of date
There'll be only one thing that I know for sure that I'd hate
That's not being beside you, seeing you smile
While I am jogging for miles and miles.
I'll be back soon, I pray and I hope.
That I'll be safe while I'm climbing ropes.
Not just ropes, not just running
Or wearing helmets while machine-gunning.
I'll miss you guys badly, while I'm away
But one more than others I still need to say
You all know who, her name rhymes with "bitten"
Need I mention that it's my kitten?
Well, pretty much. I'll miss all of you people a lot. The comforts of home, the warm showers, air conditioning, and the using of hair styling products are but secondary to you guys. I'll see you people soon.
Friday, July 23, 2004
I wrote this yesterday.
It's not easy at all to get something like this out. You think you have the words to put down, but everytime you get down to it they slip out of your grasp.
Tomorrow me and my family are going to visit our cat one last time before we put him down. He lived a good long life at 14, though I'd always hoped he'd die of old age. We found him in 1990, a stray cat that was just slower than the rest of his kin. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the nicest thing to do but heck, it was my parents who caught him, not me.
Me and my siblings are 4-8, and in all our infinite and vast imaginations, we named him Kitty. It wasn't the most creative name, but it was the first time we actually had a cat. When he first came to join our family, he was a snarling spitfire of a cat, who spent most of the time skulking outside the apartment rather than inside. He warmed up to us soon after though, but he wouldn't hesitate to retaliate if you did him wrong.
We moved soon after to a house in a more suburban area, with a nice garden my mother could plant her flowers in. Kitty fancied himself as the guardian of our house, and used to sit on the porch every night and pick fights with the other cats in the neighbourhood. We often came downstairs in the morning to find a few wounds on him, and we'd try to shut him in the house for the night, but he always made it outside. He broke his leg in a car accident once, but being a tough bastard he made it through.
As he got older, we got another cat, Sandy, who appeared up in the rafters one day and didn't know how to come down. This was in 1998 or 1999 or so. She didn't seem to mind staying with us, but Kitty took every opportunity to be as mean as he could to her, and hissed often. He was the man of the house, and he knew it.
Even though he was tough, he was affectionate to those who loved him. Once, my dad screamed the hell out of me for getting bad grades, and Kitty curled up beside me while I slept. When my dad tried to pet him later that day, he hissed and snarled at him. I didn't know a thing though, until my parents told me.
It was recently that Kitty showed signs of getting old. He'd gotten a bad skin/fur condition and ran away to hide and die in solitude that cats seem to do. We found him, and tried to carry him home but kept struggling. After a visit to the vet, he was back to normal a few days later. He started getting slower, and less agile than before. He'd have difficulty scaling the sofa, or any height, and would climb onto it more than jump. He used to climb onto me while I was playing PS2 lying down, and settle on my stomach or my chest while I played. It didn't matter if I stroked him, or not, he purred loudly just being around.
A few days ago, he disappeared again overnight. I went out to look for him the next day, and found him in the afternoon, huddled under a drain. It took a while, but we eventually got him out, but not without some loud, plaintive, almost aggressive meowing, as if we'd robbed him of the death in solitude that he wanted. We took him back to the house and cleaned him again, because he stank. Badly. We noticed he'd lost a lot of weight, and we could feel his spine and other bones jutting out. Which we found really, really odd. Still, he ate a little and slept a lot over the next couple of days. He also had excessive saliva production, which I thought was down to him getting old.
We took him to the vet yesterday, to see if there was anything wrong with him. Before we left in the car though, he managed to piss all over my mother who was cradling him in her arms. After putting him in a cage, we set off again. My dad remarked, "Well, at least his kidneys are working."
As the vet examined our cat, she remarked with dismay that he was quite dehydrated, and that she could feel something in his belly, and that he'd have to be warded to be diagnosed, with an X-ray, and blood tests, and all that stuff. We were told it might be kidney failure, and if it was so, there was nothing much that they could do. They promised to call with the results later that night, and they did.
It was indeed kidney failure. Not only that, but he'd somehow gotten a hernia too. The decision was made, and it was thought that it was better to put him down than let him suffer. I asked if we were going to cremate him, so that we'd have something of him to remember him by, but my parents wanted to bury him as he'd always loved the outdoors. It was fitting, and maybe that is what he'd always have wanted, to stand watch over the house as he'd done for well over a decade.
24/7/2004
I just came back from the vet, and it was tough to see Kitty on a drip, with a cone around his neck. Me and my family stayed to say our goodbyes, and we stroked him, petted him and tried to comfort him in the minutes leading up to when we had to put him to sleep. He still purred, though he didn't meow in the whole time we were there, like he understood what was going to happen.
In the end only my mother and I stuck around for the act. The vet took a syringe of green liquid, and laid a cloth on the table. We were told beforehand that when they go, they might literally let go of everything in their bladder, or regurgitate whatever they had in their stomachs. Thankfully nothing like that happened, and he died very peacefully. Crying, tears rolling down my face, I stroked his head as his eyes slowly half-closed, and then he was no more.
We buried him in the front garden, with a fish and a bag of cat food that he'd never go hungry, as we said our goodbyes.
R.I.P, Kitty. You were loved. I'll miss you so much. Thanks for the companionship. I'll never have a cat like you again.
It's not easy at all to get something like this out. You think you have the words to put down, but everytime you get down to it they slip out of your grasp.
Tomorrow me and my family are going to visit our cat one last time before we put him down. He lived a good long life at 14, though I'd always hoped he'd die of old age. We found him in 1990, a stray cat that was just slower than the rest of his kin. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the nicest thing to do but heck, it was my parents who caught him, not me.
Me and my siblings are 4-8, and in all our infinite and vast imaginations, we named him Kitty. It wasn't the most creative name, but it was the first time we actually had a cat. When he first came to join our family, he was a snarling spitfire of a cat, who spent most of the time skulking outside the apartment rather than inside. He warmed up to us soon after though, but he wouldn't hesitate to retaliate if you did him wrong.
We moved soon after to a house in a more suburban area, with a nice garden my mother could plant her flowers in. Kitty fancied himself as the guardian of our house, and used to sit on the porch every night and pick fights with the other cats in the neighbourhood. We often came downstairs in the morning to find a few wounds on him, and we'd try to shut him in the house for the night, but he always made it outside. He broke his leg in a car accident once, but being a tough bastard he made it through.
As he got older, we got another cat, Sandy, who appeared up in the rafters one day and didn't know how to come down. This was in 1998 or 1999 or so. She didn't seem to mind staying with us, but Kitty took every opportunity to be as mean as he could to her, and hissed often. He was the man of the house, and he knew it.
Even though he was tough, he was affectionate to those who loved him. Once, my dad screamed the hell out of me for getting bad grades, and Kitty curled up beside me while I slept. When my dad tried to pet him later that day, he hissed and snarled at him. I didn't know a thing though, until my parents told me.
It was recently that Kitty showed signs of getting old. He'd gotten a bad skin/fur condition and ran away to hide and die in solitude that cats seem to do. We found him, and tried to carry him home but kept struggling. After a visit to the vet, he was back to normal a few days later. He started getting slower, and less agile than before. He'd have difficulty scaling the sofa, or any height, and would climb onto it more than jump. He used to climb onto me while I was playing PS2 lying down, and settle on my stomach or my chest while I played. It didn't matter if I stroked him, or not, he purred loudly just being around.
A few days ago, he disappeared again overnight. I went out to look for him the next day, and found him in the afternoon, huddled under a drain. It took a while, but we eventually got him out, but not without some loud, plaintive, almost aggressive meowing, as if we'd robbed him of the death in solitude that he wanted. We took him back to the house and cleaned him again, because he stank. Badly. We noticed he'd lost a lot of weight, and we could feel his spine and other bones jutting out. Which we found really, really odd. Still, he ate a little and slept a lot over the next couple of days. He also had excessive saliva production, which I thought was down to him getting old.
We took him to the vet yesterday, to see if there was anything wrong with him. Before we left in the car though, he managed to piss all over my mother who was cradling him in her arms. After putting him in a cage, we set off again. My dad remarked, "Well, at least his kidneys are working."
As the vet examined our cat, she remarked with dismay that he was quite dehydrated, and that she could feel something in his belly, and that he'd have to be warded to be diagnosed, with an X-ray, and blood tests, and all that stuff. We were told it might be kidney failure, and if it was so, there was nothing much that they could do. They promised to call with the results later that night, and they did.
It was indeed kidney failure. Not only that, but he'd somehow gotten a hernia too. The decision was made, and it was thought that it was better to put him down than let him suffer. I asked if we were going to cremate him, so that we'd have something of him to remember him by, but my parents wanted to bury him as he'd always loved the outdoors. It was fitting, and maybe that is what he'd always have wanted, to stand watch over the house as he'd done for well over a decade.
24/7/2004
I just came back from the vet, and it was tough to see Kitty on a drip, with a cone around his neck. Me and my family stayed to say our goodbyes, and we stroked him, petted him and tried to comfort him in the minutes leading up to when we had to put him to sleep. He still purred, though he didn't meow in the whole time we were there, like he understood what was going to happen.
In the end only my mother and I stuck around for the act. The vet took a syringe of green liquid, and laid a cloth on the table. We were told beforehand that when they go, they might literally let go of everything in their bladder, or regurgitate whatever they had in their stomachs. Thankfully nothing like that happened, and he died very peacefully. Crying, tears rolling down my face, I stroked his head as his eyes slowly half-closed, and then he was no more.
We buried him in the front garden, with a fish and a bag of cat food that he'd never go hungry, as we said our goodbyes.
R.I.P, Kitty. You were loved. I'll miss you so much. Thanks for the companionship. I'll never have a cat like you again.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
I needed that...
Now that I'm fully rested and recuperated (read: got off my lazy arse to blog), it's time to blog about my time in KL.
Tuesday, 18th of May
Got up reeeeally early to change and get ready for the trip. Messaged the kitten good morning, but was so sleepy I spelled my name wrong. Left the house with Mum at about 6 or so to go pick the kitten up. Picked her up around 630 or so (she kept saying her bag made her look like a turtle, bleah. Everyone knows tortoises are the land ones.) Made our way to Lavender MRT to meet people and depart finally. When we got there, was surprised to see Danny and Lynn there. Surprised more that Danny was there more than Lynn. Hahaha.
Eventually, the rest of the fellowship joined us, and after a mix up involving our bus we boarded the bus headed for KL, which unfortunately had the airconditioning broken down. So it was sweat, sweat and more sweating as we trundled our way to Malaysia (Truly Asia)'s capital. Reached there 6 or so hours later. Tried to sleep on the way but I just can't sleep in the day time. Kinda like a reverse vampire. Ah well. Danny asked the bus driver to drop us off at the Swiss Garden, which thankfully saved us a bit of walking. After yet another muckup of the payment, we finally managed to check into our hotel rooms. The first thing I did was to put my bag on the floor. The next was to crash on the bed, and flip through the channels on the TV. The channels suck, by the way.
After a short rest period, went out shopping with the rest at a nearby shopping mall of which I can't remember the name. Anyway, let it be said that Danny and I went crazy and many PS2 DVDs were bought, and I was out quite a bit of cash on only the first day. had dinner at Okonomiyaki downstairs, which was pretty damn good, and we went over to Chinatown to do more shopping. It was really, really crowded, and about every 5 steps there'd be a table selling pirated DVDs. I was accosted by this guy who grabbed my arm and asked: "Porno, you want porno?" Sleazy guys with bad accents aside, I shrugged him off. Danny found a really cheap pirated DVD stall (comparatively that is) and just about everyone went crazy. Well, almost everyone. Serene bought absolutely no contraband whatsoever. Crazy. After pocketing a grand total of about 36 DVDs, we walked around some more. Kitten bought 2 pairs of shoes, along with Lynnette, the both of them self-proclaimed Purple Prostitutes. *cough*
Had some roadside hawker food before leaving, and damn if the food isn't fantastic. Huge wantan stuffed with really big and juicy prawns. It didn't really matter that the soup was chock full of MSG, it mattered that it tasted pretty freaking awesome. Took the shuttle back to the hotel and proceeded to crash.
Wednesday, 19th of May
Woke up at about 8, changed and showered and went downstairs to have what turned out to be a really good breakfast. Huge spread of stuff to eat, and I sure wasn't complaining. The rest strolled in around 9.45 onwards, and had their fill. After that, it was upstairs to the hotel rooms to change and get ready, and we went off to Sunway Lagoon (after a fair bit of negotiations with the cabby, by Danny to squeeze 5 people in one cab). After some deliberation when we got there we decided to go on the land rides first. Much to my chagrin. Ironically, I'm afraid of heights. Yeah, I know.
Started off on some small rides first, and then went to the Great Canyon River Rapids ride. I stayed mostly dry, while poor Kitten, Serene and Edwina got the brunt of the water splashing. Even on our second run through. Bwahahhaa. Anyway, after all the smallish easy rides, everyone wanted to go on the Tomahawk. I hear it was a really good ride. I wouldn't know as my eyes were closed all the way through it. After that the gang wanted to go on Lost Gold. Said my prayers and then had a ride. That was enough high angle, high velocity, ball cracking rides for one day, and the rest of us decided to go for the water rides.
We changed, and had a pretty fun 2 or 3 hours, while the rest shopped. Got an massage from a mushroom (ha.) and then splashed about with the guys, while the girls went to talk by themselves for a while. We all met up around 6, though we didn't have time to walk on the huge suspension bridge sadly. Went to the Sunway Pyramid for a spot of shopping after that. Had dinner at KFC (which is quite a step down from the KFC here. Blech.), and after that I wanted to go check out the Comics shop there, but it was sorely lacking. Eventually I bought a couple of Tshirts and a pair of berms, but it was mostly me tagging along with the Kitten as she shopped (mostly for accessories).
Took another cab back to the hotel, and after some lazing around went for Dim Sum with Kitten, Edwina, Siwei, Andy and KuiBao. Went to what seems to be the only 23 hour joint (I maintain the 1 hour is to relac one corner) in the world, and had some absolutely incredible Dim Sum. We all bought ourselves Ramly burgers, and got some Dim Sum takeaway for the rest who didn't want to go. (boo.) Went back to the hotel, and brought the Dim Sum back for the very grateful room 818. The whole crew piled into the room to watch The Rock (with Sean Connery! I am a whore for cool accents) and I ate my Ramly burger. It was full of artery clogging goodness. The good guys won the day, and the room dispersed. I watched some weird movie with Danny Devito in it, and eventually got to sleep around 3 or so. And it was yet another day the next day.
Thursday, 20th of May
Somehow managed to wake up for breakfast, and then later we piled into our room to discuss what we were gonna do that day. Turned on the telly, and it was yet another Danny Devito movie. Must have been Danny Devito week or something. Anyway, we went off on a sojourn of shopping malls in the area. Went to Sungei Wang first, which was mostly uneventful except for the fact that we managed to lose about half of the group for a good half an hour I think. Then Lot 10, which was mostly useless. After that, we had some sushi, and after some aimless walking about we went back to the hotel to rest and recuperate.
Most of us crashed onto the bed and slept for an hour straight. We regrouped and went off to explore Times Square, which had a roller coaster inside. One with corkscrew twists and a huge loop. Yippee skip. I stayed out along with Andy, Danny and Liling, while the rest happily (and Siwei almost too happily) bought admission. Of course, I took care of their bags. We had McDonald's for dinner, while the rest of them had screaming and twisting. Occasionally the non-crazy crew would look up to see people screaming past on the roller coaster, then shrug and continue eating. After that we walked around exploring Times Square (it was going to be a long hour plus). I bought a nice Emily tee for Kitten (purple and it had cats on it, I couldn't go wrong) as Danny and Andy bought DVDs, and Liling bought some handphone accessories.
After much aimless walking, the crazy crew were done at the amusement park. I surprised Kitten with her Tshirt and she helped pay for half of my shiny new Soundwave toy =D It was off to Zouk after that, and we were pleasantly surprised at the lack of people walking about inside at 1030 at night. It was kind of like Phuture swallowed what Zouk was, everything was a mix of hip hop and R&B music. Of course later I learned that the place only really closed by 5 am, so... yeah. Had a bit too much to drink, but Lynnette, Serene and Edwina apparently had too much fun at the amusement park. They drank a bit much quickly got quite sick, leading Danny to escort them and Liling for some reason back to the hotel, leaving the rest of us to dance like madmen. (Like a maniac, maniac!) We eventually got tired and went for supper. Which. Was. Amazing. Stingray, Hor Fun, Chicken Wings, even the Fried Rice was delicious. We returned to the hotel after that, and saw the denizens of 818 crashed on the bed. Poor them. Had a quick shower/soak in the tub, and went to bed.
Friday, 21st of May
It was the last day. Was woken up by my mother on the phone at about 8 something. Woke up again at about 9.45, it was too late to have breakfast downstairs (okay, it wasn't, but we wanted to finish our instant noodles). So we bummed around, and started packing up to go home. Boooo. Said goodbye to the hotel room, and then we went off to check out. We did some last minute shopping at Times Square, where I showed Kitten the shop with all the Emily tees, and I bought a windchime for Mum. We went to Pudu Raya next to try to find the coach agency, but it took some walking about and noxious exhaust fumes before we reached our goal. We found it (it was some small dingy shack) and got our bus number (5555. I'm somehow surprised I managed to remember it. No, really.) Had a quick KFC lunch (the portions are absolutely tiny. I'm sorry for doubting Singaporean portions.) and then went off to wait for the bus to arrive. Siwei went to buy some A&W (Curly Fries!) and people took some last photos of KL. Then it was back to Singapore.
Along the way, with rest stops with brown water (to think I almost washed my face) and traffic accidents, I couldn't sleep. So I spent the time talking crap with the Hair twins (read: Siwei and Lynnette.) Got down at another rest stop, where Kitten and I bought various snacks, and had some dubious Hor Fun that couldn't hold a match, let alone a candle to the Hor Fun we had previously. A few hours later, we reached Customs. Most of us debated leaving our ill-gotten gains on the bus, but decided to bring them down. Good thing, too - They didn't seem to care that we had them, even Danny's haul. Poor Lynn got checked, but she got through okay in the end too. Either way, we were back in Singapore. Some of us took cabs back, while the rest went back some other way. We learned how Lynnette almost became a trolley, and reminisced a little about KL. I sent Kitten back home, and took a cab home myself. Crashed into bed, and it was yet another day the next day.
Now that I'm fully rested and recuperated (read: got off my lazy arse to blog), it's time to blog about my time in KL.
Tuesday, 18th of May
Got up reeeeally early to change and get ready for the trip. Messaged the kitten good morning, but was so sleepy I spelled my name wrong. Left the house with Mum at about 6 or so to go pick the kitten up. Picked her up around 630 or so (she kept saying her bag made her look like a turtle, bleah. Everyone knows tortoises are the land ones.) Made our way to Lavender MRT to meet people and depart finally. When we got there, was surprised to see Danny and Lynn there. Surprised more that Danny was there more than Lynn. Hahaha.
Eventually, the rest of the fellowship joined us, and after a mix up involving our bus we boarded the bus headed for KL, which unfortunately had the airconditioning broken down. So it was sweat, sweat and more sweating as we trundled our way to Malaysia (Truly Asia)'s capital. Reached there 6 or so hours later. Tried to sleep on the way but I just can't sleep in the day time. Kinda like a reverse vampire. Ah well. Danny asked the bus driver to drop us off at the Swiss Garden, which thankfully saved us a bit of walking. After yet another muckup of the payment, we finally managed to check into our hotel rooms. The first thing I did was to put my bag on the floor. The next was to crash on the bed, and flip through the channels on the TV. The channels suck, by the way.
After a short rest period, went out shopping with the rest at a nearby shopping mall of which I can't remember the name. Anyway, let it be said that Danny and I went crazy and many PS2 DVDs were bought, and I was out quite a bit of cash on only the first day. had dinner at Okonomiyaki downstairs, which was pretty damn good, and we went over to Chinatown to do more shopping. It was really, really crowded, and about every 5 steps there'd be a table selling pirated DVDs. I was accosted by this guy who grabbed my arm and asked: "Porno, you want porno?" Sleazy guys with bad accents aside, I shrugged him off. Danny found a really cheap pirated DVD stall (comparatively that is) and just about everyone went crazy. Well, almost everyone. Serene bought absolutely no contraband whatsoever. Crazy. After pocketing a grand total of about 36 DVDs, we walked around some more. Kitten bought 2 pairs of shoes, along with Lynnette, the both of them self-proclaimed Purple Prostitutes. *cough*
Had some roadside hawker food before leaving, and damn if the food isn't fantastic. Huge wantan stuffed with really big and juicy prawns. It didn't really matter that the soup was chock full of MSG, it mattered that it tasted pretty freaking awesome. Took the shuttle back to the hotel and proceeded to crash.
Wednesday, 19th of May
Woke up at about 8, changed and showered and went downstairs to have what turned out to be a really good breakfast. Huge spread of stuff to eat, and I sure wasn't complaining. The rest strolled in around 9.45 onwards, and had their fill. After that, it was upstairs to the hotel rooms to change and get ready, and we went off to Sunway Lagoon (after a fair bit of negotiations with the cabby, by Danny to squeeze 5 people in one cab). After some deliberation when we got there we decided to go on the land rides first. Much to my chagrin. Ironically, I'm afraid of heights. Yeah, I know.
Started off on some small rides first, and then went to the Great Canyon River Rapids ride. I stayed mostly dry, while poor Kitten, Serene and Edwina got the brunt of the water splashing. Even on our second run through. Bwahahhaa. Anyway, after all the smallish easy rides, everyone wanted to go on the Tomahawk. I hear it was a really good ride. I wouldn't know as my eyes were closed all the way through it. After that the gang wanted to go on Lost Gold. Said my prayers and then had a ride. That was enough high angle, high velocity, ball cracking rides for one day, and the rest of us decided to go for the water rides.
We changed, and had a pretty fun 2 or 3 hours, while the rest shopped. Got an massage from a mushroom (ha.) and then splashed about with the guys, while the girls went to talk by themselves for a while. We all met up around 6, though we didn't have time to walk on the huge suspension bridge sadly. Went to the Sunway Pyramid for a spot of shopping after that. Had dinner at KFC (which is quite a step down from the KFC here. Blech.), and after that I wanted to go check out the Comics shop there, but it was sorely lacking. Eventually I bought a couple of Tshirts and a pair of berms, but it was mostly me tagging along with the Kitten as she shopped (mostly for accessories).
Took another cab back to the hotel, and after some lazing around went for Dim Sum with Kitten, Edwina, Siwei, Andy and KuiBao. Went to what seems to be the only 23 hour joint (I maintain the 1 hour is to relac one corner) in the world, and had some absolutely incredible Dim Sum. We all bought ourselves Ramly burgers, and got some Dim Sum takeaway for the rest who didn't want to go. (boo.) Went back to the hotel, and brought the Dim Sum back for the very grateful room 818. The whole crew piled into the room to watch The Rock (with Sean Connery! I am a whore for cool accents) and I ate my Ramly burger. It was full of artery clogging goodness. The good guys won the day, and the room dispersed. I watched some weird movie with Danny Devito in it, and eventually got to sleep around 3 or so. And it was yet another day the next day.
Thursday, 20th of May
Somehow managed to wake up for breakfast, and then later we piled into our room to discuss what we were gonna do that day. Turned on the telly, and it was yet another Danny Devito movie. Must have been Danny Devito week or something. Anyway, we went off on a sojourn of shopping malls in the area. Went to Sungei Wang first, which was mostly uneventful except for the fact that we managed to lose about half of the group for a good half an hour I think. Then Lot 10, which was mostly useless. After that, we had some sushi, and after some aimless walking about we went back to the hotel to rest and recuperate.
Most of us crashed onto the bed and slept for an hour straight. We regrouped and went off to explore Times Square, which had a roller coaster inside. One with corkscrew twists and a huge loop. Yippee skip. I stayed out along with Andy, Danny and Liling, while the rest happily (and Siwei almost too happily) bought admission. Of course, I took care of their bags. We had McDonald's for dinner, while the rest of them had screaming and twisting. Occasionally the non-crazy crew would look up to see people screaming past on the roller coaster, then shrug and continue eating. After that we walked around exploring Times Square (it was going to be a long hour plus). I bought a nice Emily tee for Kitten (purple and it had cats on it, I couldn't go wrong) as Danny and Andy bought DVDs, and Liling bought some handphone accessories.
After much aimless walking, the crazy crew were done at the amusement park. I surprised Kitten with her Tshirt and she helped pay for half of my shiny new Soundwave toy =D It was off to Zouk after that, and we were pleasantly surprised at the lack of people walking about inside at 1030 at night. It was kind of like Phuture swallowed what Zouk was, everything was a mix of hip hop and R&B music. Of course later I learned that the place only really closed by 5 am, so... yeah. Had a bit too much to drink, but Lynnette, Serene and Edwina apparently had too much fun at the amusement park. They drank a bit much quickly got quite sick, leading Danny to escort them and Liling for some reason back to the hotel, leaving the rest of us to dance like madmen. (Like a maniac, maniac!) We eventually got tired and went for supper. Which. Was. Amazing. Stingray, Hor Fun, Chicken Wings, even the Fried Rice was delicious. We returned to the hotel after that, and saw the denizens of 818 crashed on the bed. Poor them. Had a quick shower/soak in the tub, and went to bed.
Friday, 21st of May
It was the last day. Was woken up by my mother on the phone at about 8 something. Woke up again at about 9.45, it was too late to have breakfast downstairs (okay, it wasn't, but we wanted to finish our instant noodles). So we bummed around, and started packing up to go home. Boooo. Said goodbye to the hotel room, and then we went off to check out. We did some last minute shopping at Times Square, where I showed Kitten the shop with all the Emily tees, and I bought a windchime for Mum. We went to Pudu Raya next to try to find the coach agency, but it took some walking about and noxious exhaust fumes before we reached our goal. We found it (it was some small dingy shack) and got our bus number (5555. I'm somehow surprised I managed to remember it. No, really.) Had a quick KFC lunch (the portions are absolutely tiny. I'm sorry for doubting Singaporean portions.) and then went off to wait for the bus to arrive. Siwei went to buy some A&W (Curly Fries!) and people took some last photos of KL. Then it was back to Singapore.
Along the way, with rest stops with brown water (to think I almost washed my face) and traffic accidents, I couldn't sleep. So I spent the time talking crap with the Hair twins (read: Siwei and Lynnette.) Got down at another rest stop, where Kitten and I bought various snacks, and had some dubious Hor Fun that couldn't hold a match, let alone a candle to the Hor Fun we had previously. A few hours later, we reached Customs. Most of us debated leaving our ill-gotten gains on the bus, but decided to bring them down. Good thing, too - They didn't seem to care that we had them, even Danny's haul. Poor Lynn got checked, but she got through okay in the end too. Either way, we were back in Singapore. Some of us took cabs back, while the rest went back some other way. We learned how Lynnette almost became a trolley, and reminisced a little about KL. I sent Kitten back home, and took a cab home myself. Crashed into bed, and it was yet another day the next day.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Neutral Milk Hotel - Holland 1945
The only girl I’ve ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes,
But then they buried her alive one evening 1945 with just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns all came and rained on everyone,
Now she’s a little boy in Spain playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun all sing to say my dream has come.
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves at least enough to carry on.
And now we ride this circus wheel,
With your dark brother wrapped in white,
Says it was good to be alive,
But now he rides a comet’s flame and won’t be coming back again,
The Earth looks better from a star that’s right above from where you are,
He didn’t mean to make you cry with sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart the world just screams and falls apart.
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves at least enough to carry on.
And here’s where your mother sleeps,
And here is the room where your brothers were born,
Indentions in the sheets,
Where their bodies once moved but don’t move any more.
And it’s so sad to see the world agree that they’d rather see their faces fill with flies,
All when I’d want to keep white roses in their eyes.
The only girl I’ve ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes,
But then they buried her alive one evening 1945 with just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns all came and rained on everyone,
Now she’s a little boy in Spain playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun all sing to say my dream has come.
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves at least enough to carry on.
And now we ride this circus wheel,
With your dark brother wrapped in white,
Says it was good to be alive,
But now he rides a comet’s flame and won’t be coming back again,
The Earth looks better from a star that’s right above from where you are,
He didn’t mean to make you cry with sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart the world just screams and falls apart.
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves at least enough to carry on.
And here’s where your mother sleeps,
And here is the room where your brothers were born,
Indentions in the sheets,
Where their bodies once moved but don’t move any more.
And it’s so sad to see the world agree that they’d rather see their faces fill with flies,
All when I’d want to keep white roses in their eyes.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
At a crossroads
I've come to almost the end of my school life (for now). As does thousands upon thousands of people in my place, I'm thinking:
I could go learn driving.
Of course, like everyone else, I'll be in:
And then when I get out, what kind of jobs can I find? I need a stable financial base, just to live somewhere and eat without somehow getting malnutrition.
Forgive me if I do sound a bit pessimistic... not much that lies ahead for me. Though after all that crap, I do have one great thing to look forward to:
And I can't wait.
I've come to almost the end of my school life (for now). As does thousands upon thousands of people in my place, I'm thinking:
I could go learn driving.
Of course, like everyone else, I'll be in:
And then when I get out, what kind of jobs can I find? I need a stable financial base, just to live somewhere and eat without somehow getting malnutrition.
Forgive me if I do sound a bit pessimistic... not much that lies ahead for me. Though after all that crap, I do have one great thing to look forward to:
And I can't wait.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
It's been a while... some eclectic thoughts
Yeap. I figured this thing could use an update, since so many people have been linking to me, only to probably see the last few posts of a story that could have used a lot of work, and an update that's about 2 months old. Not that it's been much of an update either.
Been sick recently - I suppose it's the perfect accompaniment to the stress of having so many bullshit assignments to do. I don't know. Maybe it's the weather that gets everyone down in more ways than one. A lot of people aren't feeling too great, physically and emotionally. What can I do?
"You have to be a good guy, since there're way too many of the bad."
I love that line. It's from Preacher, which Kitten got for me for V-day. Another thing I probably should have blogged about, but oh well. Heh.
It's just a month of school left. I don't quite know how I'm going to spend the 2 months before I get indoctrinated. Which I'm not exactly looking forward to either.
I don't know about you, but strangely, despite all the things in life that should be dragging me down, I don't feel as down as many others are. Maybe I just don't think about it as much? Hard to say.
Yeap. I figured this thing could use an update, since so many people have been linking to me, only to probably see the last few posts of a story that could have used a lot of work, and an update that's about 2 months old. Not that it's been much of an update either.
Been sick recently - I suppose it's the perfect accompaniment to the stress of having so many bullshit assignments to do. I don't know. Maybe it's the weather that gets everyone down in more ways than one. A lot of people aren't feeling too great, physically and emotionally. What can I do?
"You have to be a good guy, since there're way too many of the bad."
I love that line. It's from Preacher, which Kitten got for me for V-day. Another thing I probably should have blogged about, but oh well. Heh.
It's just a month of school left. I don't quite know how I'm going to spend the 2 months before I get indoctrinated. Which I'm not exactly looking forward to either.
I don't know about you, but strangely, despite all the things in life that should be dragging me down, I don't feel as down as many others are. Maybe I just don't think about it as much? Hard to say.
