So last night was another round of meetup with the usual bunch. Had Japanese for dinner at this restaurant at Cuppage tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city life. The rest wanted to grab desserts at Canele but it’s a Saturday night and Canele’s restaurants are still hot and new. We decided not to waste our time waiting and head to Clarke Quay to Mama’s.

And so we shared stories, funny and serious then on to ghost stories since its hungry ghost month anyway. I think we got goosebumps everytime a story was told. Then some bugger thought up of something totally random and spontaneous; that is to ride the G Swing. I was like, fuck seriously? Hesitated initially but what the heck, add some spice to your boring life, Hakim.

So us five took up the challenge, with Clar taking both the G Max (with her colleagues) and the G Swing (with us), and Crystal not taking part cuz of weak heart. Heh. Before we knew it, we were in the capsule, being secured just by the harness. There wasn’t any handle that i could hold on to so I grabbed the sides of my seat. We got higher and higher and higher and it seems neverending can.. We were like finally up and Lenard was like “Could you just push the lever already??”. I took a deeeeeep breath, reached the lever and gave it a light puuuushhh and “clank!”.

It was like omg omg omg can. It’s like you wana scream but your heart’s in your mouth, your balls’ shrinking and you feel like you’ve got no control over your body. Haha. We were like shouting all the way.. There was like lots of “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuckkk”, “I wana go homeee”, “My balls’ shrinking”, and “I love Singaporeeee”. Haha.

What a weekend. Till next week, ciao loves.

It’s refreshing to get back to my room, breathing in the fresh scent of Air Wick’s freshener. I have this thing with air fresheners/ aromatherapy candles filling up the spaces in my bedroom, especially those ocean breeze type. It just makes me, happy. Haha. And then I would just stare at my wall of inspirations and admire my works and others. Thick skin but there’s nothing more than a great sense of satisfaction upon seeing your own works right. Plus a two-metre long pop art pull up banner is standing at the corner of my room; bringing back memories of the Lollipop! party.

NDP 08’s nearing. Those noisy jetplanes love flying over tekong. Made me miss NDP 07. And like coincidental enuff, was clearing up my shelves just now in the morning and chanced upon an untitled DVD. Popped it in and there it was, the footages we shot for last year’s NDP. Suddenly all those good ole memories came rushing in. The times we got sick of eating KFC, got introduced to NS food (apparently baked beans are like a staple, I don’t know why), getting tanned every Saturdays, while getting all the correct shots control room people wanted. It’s really a different feeling to be part of a joyous occasion rather than just, watching them.

Then it made me remember my birthday. And as if it’s a domino effect, it vividly reminds me of the ups and lows during that period. Like what a cheebei.

I love my life. Hah.

Was having one of those free time in the bunk the other day and looking at my weight monitoring chart. (By now, you should know that I’m in a company that will see two batches of ordinary bmt recruits pop-ing, to put it simply, im in that island for 26 weeks.) Yes, we have weight monitoring charts, we are banned from eating junk food in the bunk and we have a bra strap that monitors our heart rate.

Then I counted my BMI, got a wee bit shocked, and then stared at the chart.

For me to get back to a healthy BMI range, I need to lose at least 1.3kg each week before my pop. I tink I’ve lost abt 8kilos since i got enlisted. never mind aunties and uncles who joked around telling me that there’s no difference in me. What, they think I just went for liposuction? Goodness gracious.

On another note, I think my savings’ depleting. And I think reality slaps me again and again telling me that I’m now earning less than 400 buck a month and not in 4-figure sum anymore.

ciao.

and as days grow older, i felt numb.

often the times, i stoned, dazed and stared into blanks.

i have friends who’re there to occupy my weekends, a family a home and my own room to return to, yet there’s this empty space somewhere in me that’s missing.

i need a crazy weekend to revert to the hak i used to know. im living 2 decades old soon. and dearest sister have to get engaged on the national day, meaning i’ve to be at home on my day to help out in the preparations.

you know what would be a pleasant gift?
to retrieve that last piece of puzzle that’s missing.

sundays make me emo.

I feel totally detached to the online world already. Blogging is no longer a daily routine. Instead, meeting up with friends every book out seems more of a priority. It feels more, intimate. And you’re engaging in a conversation, instead of being a storyteller.

The Saturday afternoon was spent with the Totots. We go wayyy back in secondary school when us plus few others travel to Bukit Panjang Govt High every Monday and Wednesday for our Higher Malay classes after school. Can’t forget the instant food lunches at 7-11 before classes and just crapping and enjoying in the class.

Four years later, we’re still wacky as ever; but each moving on to our respective paths. It was a refreshing meetup at Haji Lane for a sheesha session. Bumming around, catching up with each others’ lives and as usual, they’ve gone pro in camwhoring. And it still amuses me. Hah.

Caught up with the bitches again, fetching me from Bugis. Wanted to watch Dark Knight, but seats were selling out.

Had tea at Mr Beans at Selegie, then went on to catch Hancock.

Though tiring, meeting up with them is definitely a fresh air from the normal routine of waking up at 5am and sleeping at 10..

I’m usually on a diet of smoked salmon salad wherever applicable now. Not that I’m really conscious now, to say the truth. Just that the thought of gaining weight, and then having to be confined for another day in tekong, freaks me out. I do want my civilian life during the weekend. Heh.

On another note; dejected. Well I tried but I just cant get you outta my head. And I’m sorry.

im whining and complaining.

i hate Sundays.

i look forward to Fridays.

and i still hate Sundays. 22 more other Sundays that I will still hate.

urgh.

but i managed to shed 5 kilos off already.
a consolation.

So after two weeks of confinement, I finally got out of that island and back to the mainland.

Two weeks of abstinence from anything and everything, can. When I reached home, the friends were already in the car below my house. I got changed, had dinner with the family and then head off with them. Hah.

And it pretty sucks to say that my body clock has changed. It just past 11 and I was already yawning, like hell. Haha.

So aniways, the temperature there is always 2 degrees hotter than in mainland. Thus, 6 months there and I will not be white, beige or brown. I will, be black. We’re already having tan lines. Anymore tanner, I shall have to start singing MJ’s Black or White. The bunk is at the fifth level. So it’s just like me going up and down my house, using the stairs. Except that I’m going up and down at least 6 times a day. The scorching sun helps burn the fats too aniways.

Already lost 2 kilos during the confinement weeks. The mission now is to lose at least a kilo a week for the next 24 weeks. Targeting to shed at least 30 kilos off me by end of year.

In a way, I feel like I’m in that America’s reality TV show- The Big Fat Loser (or something like that, I forgot).

Till we meet again next week, ciao. =)

and i finally got hit back into reality that tekong is right there waiting for me tomorrrow.

i really had great times the past few days. the late night outs to everywhere and anywhere. the morning breakfast with my besties. the car ride in clarisse’s. the times in oops. the dinner with them. hanging out with the lesbis (which made me much of a fag stag. hah). a meet up with the css band ppl. japanese with jo and kaur. sheesha with the sec sch mates. finally meeting up with gorgeous ross. clubbing sessions, pubbing. always out with cindy. omg.. i was going home late almost everyday.

im really touched, awfully grateful and extremely appreciative to have friends like them. it’s like, you’ll begin to realise that you dont need a special someone to make you live happily ever after. u still have ur friends who will cheer u up, and be emo together with u.

it was a whirlpool of emotions the past few days too i guess. like, everything happened at the least expected moment and it was all like deja vu all over again. often the time i see myself alone, living off an unhealthy habit of smoking.

was in a club the other day and it hit upon me that, i’m much stupid. it seems that all along, the someone that i used to be close to is the someone that i’ve taken a liking for. we were close, went out together often and i thought it was just a mutual platonic feeling. only went she got attached recently that i felt the pinch, the kick on the butt. oh, wells. i got stupid when it comes to this kinda ting. fuck, i even rejected kisses, how could i. hah.

i finally met ross after a long freakin time. missed that big mean sista. she so bitchy, bitches hate her. our meetup was pretty much impromptu. got her to tantric last night before heading to play. was great being with her.

it sucks to see that while things are looking on the bright side, i had to be drafted to tekong so soon.

so this blog will go on a few weeks hiatus. as much as i miss people, it isn’t the end of me. it is just the end of my freedom. hah.

this would be the phase, in which all old men would say, when boys become men.

goodbye freedom, helllooooooo tekong! woots.

The trip to Bangkok was a short getaway for me. Bangkok is just so, rich in its cultural heritage, it is adorned with bright statues and monuments everywhere. It’s something you don’t always see here. One thing that puzzled me though is that Thais rarely smoke. It’s like, omg? Their pack of ciggs cost a mere SGD2 yet noone smokes? Like walking down jatujak market and not a sight of people smoking. Even along the streets, it’s hard to see smokers I don’t know why. Haha.

Anyway, pictures taken using my digicam.

Watch out for the next entry. More photos with ourselves in it. Heh.