that's it... the administrator is out of the building

I DON'T CARE ANYMORE

not worth it liao... i've got better things to do, a life to live =)


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Haha! This sounds like crap when translated back into english! but well.. the intention's there... =(

frank

neighbours

today @ church there was a very interesting story during sermon:

An angel visited a couple one night and told the couple very good news..

"Congratulations.. God will grant you 3 wishes, anything you want is possible. Furthermore, your neighbours will get double of what you wished for!"

On hearing this, the couple were overjoyed, and decided on their first wish, which was to have a hill of wheat such that they would not have to fret for food for one whole year.

The next morning, voila! There was a mound of wheat in front of the couple's house. They were estatic and the husband set off to the woods to cut some wood to building a silo to store the wood.

On the way, he met his neighbour, who was beaming and collecting wood as well. When his neighbour saw him, his neighbour exclaimed: "Tom! Can u believe what happened? Today when i woke up, there wer 2 whole mounds of wheat at my doorstep! I don't have to worry about food for another 2 years already!"

Upon hearing this, Tom felt a slightly bitter taste in his mouth and walked away with a gritted smile...

The next night, the angel visited the couple again, and this time, the couple wanted a baby, as they were getting old and still had no children.

And so, in 10 months time, the wife gave birth to a cherubic, cute baby, and they were overjoyed. Just then, their neighbour burst into their house brimming with joy, carrying a basket of red eggs, exclaiming: "My wife gave birth to healthy twins! This is such a great joy that we must celebrate!" With that, he left and went on visit other houses....

The couple's joy vanished quickly as they stared at the red eggs angrily..."What's the meaning of this?" the wife uttered indignantly... "Why do they get twice of what we ask for? They don't even deserve it!" The couple's joy over the baby was completely overshadowed by their jealousy towards their neighbours, and they continued fuming...

The final night, the angel visited the coupled and asked them for their third request. The man replied angrily, "I want God to cut off one of my hands! So that my undeserving neighbour over there will be handicapped and not be able to do anything!"... with that he closed his eyes and waited...

the angel got a shock... and then started weeping, "You foolish people! GOD loves everyone of us, every single of us are undeserving because of our sins, yet He loved us so much... WHY did you think of such a foolish request?!"

with that, the angel disappeared, never to return...

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food for thought eh? what jealousy does to you...

gone hIberNatin'
fraNk

boring day

yet another sat has passed without me doing much...

well.. besides me catching a glimpse of myself in the toilet @ sheraton towers and realising my face has like PUFFED UP...

ARGGGGH! That ruined my lunch straight away.. luckily we were at our dessert liao... =(

so yeah... am i too free? are my frens all daoing me?

whateva... maybe i should hide in a cave and hibernate for 10 years... occasionally coming out for some exercise only.. ha!

ok.. im talking crap... shall shut up...

recipe for chicken primavera

here's a cheapo way of getting to eat chicken primavera of spageddies for only $10.50 (usual price $14.90?), courtesy of sketches (Bugis Junction =)

choose linguine for spaghetti type
choose aglio olio for sauce
choose chicken, carrot, capsicum, ham and onion for toppings
choose intermediate for spiciness
choose grated parmesan cheese for accompaniments

and voila!~ you have your nice chicken primavera!

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aniwez... went out tonite with my new pals from logistics course (record leh.. 2 weeks time) and well.. 6 of us went to sketches to eat where we.. designed our own pizzas lah.. and talk a bit.. well.. dunno lah does there seem to be a slight generation gap between the fresh 2LTs and the slightly more lau-jiao LTA Edwin? (my mom laughed at the idea of a gap being 6 yrs)

but he's kewl.. and he noes it...(him having studied in ozzie and being an avid rock climber and of course having a kewl car) and well... glad courses like these gets us exposed to various people from diff backgrounds and so on... you really get to see different fragments of LIFE and experience different nuances of it in everything you do...

so yeah.. i actually do thank God for such an experience.. and well..army ain't such a bad place afterall?

and well, throughout the course, i've also realised that...
1. Regulars get paid a shit load of money such that they can easily afford cars just a few years into their careers.
2. Young men like to drive fast.
3. It is a HUMONGOUS turn-off to see females smoking. (we all agreed on it)

so there,
frAnk

why does it always rain on me?

ARRGGGH!

honestly... it sucks being frustrated at not being able to get some much-needed rest today especially after the puke fest of a mess inititaion yesterday nite but it SURE SUCKS HELL MORE when there's no one you can vent your frustrations on or point a slick finger to and blame for it.

today's just a SHITTY day cos i completely wasted a superbly early book out (@ 2.45!) and only managed to enter my house @ 5.00

-_-

SHEESH!!!!!

first, i try to call home to check if my parents are at home and then my phone (which has been running on ONE miserly bar of battery since mess initiation.. and which i could not charge when i arrived at home at a BLASTED 3.00AM in the wee mornin' cos the charger was locked in my parents' room)... yeah.. my phone DIES on me after a few rings...

so i immediately knew i was pretty screwed... cos my past horrific experience with trying to find a restaurant named "Zi Yin" in a sprawling HDB estate (where there were TWO BLOODY restaurants with the same name) with my handphone pitifully out of batt as well, had already enlightened me to a fact that the singapore government had been largely ignoring public phones of all sorts for many years liao due to the hp invasion...

and well.. i dun blame them, cos well.. its no point placing these nice phone booths around the area when no one uses them except for the occasional blangla or some philipino maid (that's so deprived not to have her hp yet)... and well, in the end the phone booth becomes vandal's paradise...

BUT.. i DO HAVE A BONE TO PICK with the fact that all the freaking phones around the HDB blocks are phonecard phones... i mean!?! i thought they like STOPPED selling phone cards liao?!? what's with all these phone booths placed at strategic locations pretending to look useful but then laughing at your face when you realise that it's not a coin phone?

the only phone that was coin phone was irritatingly occupied by a bangla who seemed to be determined to stay rooted at his spot for pretty long.. and when i drifted away to find another phone but came back to check my luck, he was joined by YET another blangla... DRATS...

so i had to scour the whole freaking estate until i saw some shops that mericfully had pay phones.. but even as i was using them, i realised people were giving me wierd stares as though it was a crime to be using the pay phone or what...

or maybe they were just thinking.. "WHO'S THIS SUAKU COUNTRY BUMPKIN THAT'S STILL USING A PUBLIC PHONE?!? AIYOH!"...

-_-

OK.. back to my unfortunate tale today... i was so darn glad to be able to get off early and like maybe come home and sleep and recuperate from yesterday's nightmare (which honestly i'm thinking whether i should write about..), and then after the sleep, maybe go for a short run..

then i missed my 165 bus just as i was approaching the bus stop after walking for 15 minutes to the correct bus stop... honestly... at that point i was starting to get pissed off at the day liao...

but well.. HORRORS UPON HORRORS greeted me when i reached my house... NO ONE WAS AT HOME... and my phone had conveniently died out... and of course, since i lose stuff as often as i eat during tea breaks, (just like HOW i got locked out of my SAF-CARD cos i couldn't remember my DRATTED PASSWORD and well.. typed 3 possible entries toi no avail...SHEESH.. im honestly a blundering fool!!) my parents naturally do not trust me with the house keys!

I WAS STUCK OUTSIDE MY HOUSE.

so how? i went to the security guard and badgered him for a phone, but he ignored me, talking gibberish on the phone for a full 5 minutes before reluctantly passing the phone over... gee... AND U STILL DARE TO WANT ANG-PAO FROM MY MUM DURING CNY?

i call, and to my dismay, my mom says she's trapped in town doing some stuff and will only be back in around an hours time... AN HOURS TIME!!! the severity of the issue was further hammered into my head when she made the ridiculous suggestion of me going to my sis's workplace to get the keys.. and my sis works @ MOE near buona vista...

maybe u dun understand my plight.. i was dog tired by the stupid mess initiation and wanted to sleep, but because i was wearing my uniform, sweating and stinking in it, i couldn't just hole up in any place and sleep, cos "it would ruin the image of SAF"... LIKE DUNKING PEOPLE TO THEIR DEATH DIDN'T DO ENOUGH...

furthermore, wearing the uniform MEANT i couldn't anyhow buy any clothes and change cos i was wearing boots, so i was stuck in my uniform for a hour... and i couldn't sleep...

so well.. i rotted @ mcdonalds for 1 hour, reading trashy magazines and when i return, THEY STILL HADN'T RETURNED!!!

ARRRGGRH!!! so i sit there resigned on the chair outside my housedoor and wait... but then the security guard misteriously appears and tells me my mom wants me to wait for her downstairs for the keys..

HUH!?!? why downstairs?!? (and i was miffed buy the fact he called me boy... HELLO!?! NS!?!? OFFICER!??)

so i go downstairs grumpily and wait like some schoolboy waiting to be claimed by his parents after school.. and honestly.. felt really pissed...

so when my parents come back... i sortta semi-vent but it's not fun... and its even more infuriating cos i have no one to blame except.... mess initiation? so i can;t really explode at anyone and well.. it's irritating

AW CRAP...

so there goes... i think this has to be my longest bitching entry to date... but i'm HONESTLY incensed...cos i want people to treat me like an ADULT, to trust me with keys, and not call me BOY!!

grrrr...

fraNK

what a way to play tennis

Dubai must be really desparate for tourism...


Remember this hotel in TAR5?

honestly.. does anyone wanna teach me tennis for a nice sum of money perhaps? or just play play? cos i really wanna get good @ it...

hmm...

frank

wishing you were somehow here again

went to my uncle's wake.. and well.. it's tough seeing my cousins and relatives all see disconsolate.. but well.. we all have the consolation and joy in knowing we will see one another in heaven rite? honestly.. its is such a good news to here that our God triumphs over death and evil.. and that God's Grace is enough for all of us.. so we do not need to fear death cos we knowing it is not a permanent separation...

aniwez.. here's a song i like alot... dedicated to my cousins...

Phantom Of The Opera - Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

You were once my one companion . . .
you were all that mattered . . .
You were once a friend and father -
then my world was shattered . . .

Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
wishing you were somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
somehow you would be here . . .
Wishing I could hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I never would . . .
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
all that you dreamed I could . . .

Passing bells and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you, the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past just die . . .?

Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
knowing we must say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength to try . . .
No more memories, no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye.

frank

bon voyage to Japan!

to my darlin' sis Constance,

HAVE FUN IN JAPAN!

WHEN IT'S COLD... HOLD ON TO SNUFFI K?

DO REMEMBER ALL OF US IN YOUR PRAYERS AND WE WILL TOO!

~and i wun post your butterfly glasses pictures lah!=)~

fashion victims and fitness vitctims

honestly why do some guys like to wear pink? do they think it is honestly very cute or something... cos honestly..

a. pink doesn't look good on a guy, so unless you're trying to make a fashion statement or trying to attract attention to yourself, why bother?
b. even the attention u attract makes pple either think u are a chao ah-kua or something... there are NO nice attributes associated with the colour pink for guys

am i being sexist? NO... honestly it is darn UGLY to wear pink, so honestly unless kena dared by people to wear pink or something, there's NO REAL REASON to do so eh?? dun tell me brave or something.. there are others way to be brave and still look fine...

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honestly.. i'm REALLY worried for my fitness... cos i dun really like playing conventional ball games like soccer or basketball.. and well.. there's nothing else to do @ SOL! even todae the rest of the pple went to play soccer, i decided not to cos i dun play well and usually if i play it'z bcos there are

a) similarly sucky people who wouldn't mind if i sucked as well
b) people i noe quite well and can bitch a bit or play a little off and be forgiven..

but to people that i don't really know well? i mean like only 1 week.. i mean..it's not i a/s or wad but... no fun lah

but that presents another problem doesn't it... it means i keep getting fatter and fatter... SIGH.. cos it's like inactivity central here.. so i'm really quite scared.. wanna find someone to be my running partner maybe =) so ANYONE who's willing to run long distance at a rather slow pace?

or ANYONE up to tach my tennis or play badminton with me?!

sigh...

sometimes its the decisions in life that makes u like this... nothing else...
fraNK

parsley hate

just for laughs.. here's an extract from xiaxues recent entry to her blog... complaining abt something i also complain alot... parsley in my food...

and dun u dare tell me parsley is good for health

"As I was saying, no offence to you disgusting Vietnamese people, but boy does Vietnamese food taste like shit. On top on very NORMAL beef soup, they add lemon grass, which despite arguments that it tastes good with curry, IS A FREAKING GRASS! Its name clearly says it is a grass. We are not cows. Cows eat grass. We are eating cows. It is ironic and rude to the cow that you are eating it, and cooking it with its food. Savvy?

And besides the grass they randomly throw into bland street meals to attempt to turn it into gourmet specialities, they also generously sprinkle GROUNDED parsley into the food. I never knew the world had a severe shortage of parsley; surely most of the world's parsley plantations were in my damned bowl of beef noodles. Ratio of parsley to soup? 7:1

Now, surely not all people like parsley? A good 50% of people I know don't eat it (I insist it is meant for purely decorative/torture purposes).

THEN WHY GROUND IT? Cannot just put on whole big piece in, like Angmohs do, is it? People who like it eat it. People who don't, take it out effortlessly. The last time I paid like $15 for a normal bowl of beef noodles, I had to spend 20 minutes fishing out all the parsley drifting happily inside my food and occasionally suffer a small heart attack when I almost bit into a weird veggie (which is, no doubt, more grass).

Never again."



i'm not dat bad afterall eh?

fraNK

random lists

things that piss me off:
people who steal my html designs without crediting me.
people who insult me on my tagboard yet refuse to admit who they are.
people who impersonate me on my friends' blogs.
people who refuse to answer my sms.
fickle-mindedness... esp when going out.
stupid government pimping of jack neo movies.
people who find it darn fun to irritate me.
incorrigible people whom have to foist their company onto others

things i need to do when i get back to my unit:
1. talk and establish good relationship with my csm, boss.. walk around more and talk to them, understand their jobs and their expectations of me
2. talk to my peers, get to noe them well
3. if i kena QM, talk to the senior specs and again establish good relationship, tell them my expectations and ask them what they want
4. gather the storemen and talk to them about my expectations
5. talk to each of them in depth by the end of the month

ok stop it.

people.. please...

STOP THINKING I'M NEUROTIC..

or that i'm pretty soon gonna cut my wrists... cos honestly.. despite what i bitch, i'm more sensible that most things lah k??

so stop the counselling... honestly... i noe its of good intentions but i'm not some drug-eating kid with many "issues" and so on...

aniwez, saw on friendster this BRAVO WING guy who goes posting a testimonial on the FOXTROT WING profile page saying something like..

"yeah.. good luck and beat the elitist scholar white horse Delta wing..."

-_- what the??

so darn insecure for what? and since when did delta people step on your toes bravo pple!? that was like so unwarranted lor... and HONESTLY... truth is, most of the SCHOLARS leave within the first few terms leaving us poor hapless cadets to get battered by such baseless groundless snipes by instructors and other cadets alike..

GET A LIFE...

there's something about the indian accent

andrew told me to go d/l this comedy thingy of this guy called russell something.. aniwez.. i really admire these comedians cos they're so darn quick waitted and sharp with their comments.. and they can really make pple just laugh uncontrollably...

and yeah.. now i have stomachache liao..

and well.. one part that makes it very funny is when he impersonates indians... and the indian accent.. it's just.. darn funny lah... =)there's something about the british-indian accent eh? it's like that show speak good english last time..

and well andrew.. u watched it cos of? the "woo" comment? hmm...

aniwez.. one funny thing i remember..

"if cubans and someone from iceland gets marries, their children will be ice cubes
if a person from philipines marries someone from holland, their children will be hollapinos"

oh well.. it doesn;t sound funny hear.. but.. well.. go watch it if u get the chance lah..

thank andrew!
frank

the dove/peacock personality

you are friendly, warm, kind and considerate. optimistic and witty, you are good fun to be with, You enjoy life and the company of others. You seek the approval and acceptance of those you care about, and will avoid conflict and aggresive people at all cost. You can be fiercely independent and stubborn when something you believe in is threatened. You make an excellent team member. You influence others through your warmth, kindness, friendhsip, understanding and loyalty.
Shortcoming: Over-trusting

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btw.. i think the desk personnels @ SSDC are darn rude and like... heck you cops you not going to be their student and pay their exorbitant fees... gee.. the person who was @ the counter was like half asleep the whole while, batting her eyelids to show what i said was correct or what... sheesh...

fraNK

seoul raiders -- something for guys to watch on a brainless day

the actions not really there.. but well.. its an interesting enough show to watch lah.. (i mean i din really go there for plot complexities or what...) guess most people's motives were either to

a. see some Korean babes
b. see Shu-qi act cute.. (~*roll eyes... though she wasn't being saccharinely obnoxious-cute lah... unlike u noe who eh-hm.. royston)
c. see the Korean scenes... the high tech buildings and so on.. darn kewl... like another Japan.. gosh i really miss Japan...

so well.. i'm satisfied... here's so images..


Girl in the center is the one i like.. =)

fraNk

honestly why not just not join?

you would think that after NINE WHOLE seasons of Survivor and well... countless of horrid, torrid, stupid people winning, that well.. maybe this group of people will learn... but NO.. somehow CBS only casts media-whores and people who like recently came out of their WW2 bunkers to see what was happening "up there"..

3 people got voted out... all due to their own silliness... Wanda from the start screwed herself for acting like a lunatic... LOOK.. everyone knows u went up there for your 10 minutes of fame... but geee.. acting like a lunatic isn't going to make you last pretty much in this social game leh...

next, we have jonathon... i'd bet tons of girls must be crying their hearts out that a hunk from survivor (probably the best) got eliminated within the first 10 mintues of the show... gee.. what the hell were you thinking of when you jumped off that fricking boat so early? so that you could so how strong you were such that people would straight away mark u as a target? congrats.. you succeeded...

finally we have jolanda...u had such a good chance... but by acting brash and bossy in the wee hours of the game isn't smart... especially since no one has gotten much of an impression of anyone... so.. well.. your plan backfired i guess...

which IS a pity i must say.. these were 3 pretty interesting and kewl characters to have in the show but well.. a stupid twist screwed two and one screwed herself over...and well.. honestly... i dun have much of an interest for this season liao...

move over survivor, its time for the desperate housewives..

(hmm.. but honestly i shouldn't comment on a SOCIAL game rite? cos what rite do i have to when honestly it seems like my own social life is making a joke outta my perceived adeptness in playing the social game.. it's like i'm insulting myself! gee..)

frank

periods of darkness clouding over

...am i really that terrible a person? or is it truly deplorable that things which seem so taken for granted of a few weeks ago have just completely fallen apart? what has gone wrong?

...to ~prince~...i dunno whether you know how i felt during the whole dex fiasco during J2 but it's just about describes how i am feeling now... the "why do i bother imputing so much energy into maintaining a relationship when this guy just cant put past the competitiveness and childnesses of comparing grades and CCA scores and so on... and just honestly doesn't reciprocate a single bit to what you are doing?"

... i remember the time when we were getting our CCA scores and then that humongous gasp by him when he heard i got A1 and was so darn shocked.. then went around whispering to his chums that "frank got A1 leh! what the hell! for all he did and what i did and he gets A1 as well?!"...

gee.. i dunno was THAT meant for me to be heard? because honestly, that put the most bitter taste in my mouth and all but ended whatever remnants of a friendship i had with you...

those simple words summarised your behaviour, feelings and actions the entire J2 year.. the feeling of losing out to me in results and justifying it with "hey frank's a slacker in CCA and hence got time to study but i canoeist need to train and so on so... yeah.. it's understandable i dun do as well...".. and so when such an excuse falls u.. u naturally feel indignant and well.. yeah... thinks i dun deserve an A1..

so yeah... what dig up such a painful past...when the present might herald similar things...

u see, maybe i have become overly emotionally-dependent this year... and well.. when things fall like that.. it hurts tremendously...

to ~prince~...honestly, you were the best friend i could have had for my JC years.. and well..you set the example on how to be a good friend... how a friend never really lets go of another by tries his best to hold on to what he noes are good friendships.. a friend who will patiently wait and always will offer that shoulder to whomever needs it...

so i'm supposed to wait?... i dunno.. i'm honestly tired with this whole holding on thingy... it's past tired.. its... just very upsetting...

and honestly.. i'm hurt... but i dun want to articulate it, and only through vague terms thrown around can i succesfully vent it on the blog...

honestly ~prince~... you see "far waters cannot quench a nearby fire".. there is little you can do now... we're like literally living in different times, in different worlds... totally different agenda... it's darn sad.. but i've sort of accepted it liao...

poetic justice? what goes round comes around? maybe true... cos i didn't learn to treasure my frens... was always THE receiving end towards relationships... and now its my turn at the other side of the wheel...

wadeva lah huh? i've said enough already... i think when i revisit this entry next time i would think i was mad or emotionally unstable.. but wadeva lah

and speaking abt blogs.. honestly.. i'm starting to doubt this whole idea of having a blog liao.. cos i just seem to open myself to attacks from anonymous people and even get impersonated... this is NOT FUN.. and honestly.. im too emotionally spent up to deal with such things...

plus there's my job to complete this whole dark cloud hanging over me? i honestly do NOT like my job.. i do not like the fact that there's a whole pile of shit waiting for me when i go back to camp and that the vices of my camp reach out and disturb me even whilst i'm on course... i do not like the constant reshuffling of things, the futility of lots of things and most of all... something connected to everything lah

wadeva lah.. so am i bitching? heck man... go somewhere else and hide if u think i am bitching.. no one asked you to look at my blog... GET LOST

frank

kewl article abt adam and rebecca

Adam and Rebecca

As super-fit personal trainers, you'd think Adam Malis and Rebecca Cardon would've been the team to beat on The Amazing Race. But the duo's frequent arguments seemed to hold them back throughout the contest and, despite a last-minute surge, they wound up capturing the bronze. Here, the quirky twosome tells TV Guide Online about their teamwork (or lack thereof) and why they didn't speak to each other for two months after the race. Also, Adam finally reveals what's up with those Hellboy hair horns and his sexually ambiguous appearance.

TV Guide Online: You were stuck in last place for much of the final leg. Did you ever think you'd catch up?
Adam Malis: When we were in Japan, we tried to get on the flight Freddy and Kendra were on. We had tickets for a later flight, but we were trying to switch to the earlier plane. The woman at the counter would not let us on! We had no bags to check and there were definitely seats available. While I was standing there, she let at least 10 people on the plane ahead of us. I threw the biggest tantrum in front of that woman.
Rebecca Cardon: They were about to bring security over and throw us out of the airport!

Adam: Yeah, some guy who was the woman's boss came out and tried to calm me down. But he ended up saying, "You guys voted for George Bush, and this is why we have these procedures." And I was like, "We didn't vote for George Bush! What are you talking about?"

TVGO: It seemed like you were finally starting to click as a team at that point.
Rebecca: Oh yeah. We ran a pretty flawless race on that last leg. We weren't following anybody, we were just doing our own thing, making our way through all the challenges and rockin' it. That's why we're so confident that, had we gotten on that plane with Freddy and Kendra, we would have taken the $1 million. We could outrun and outeat them. And we ultimately finished about an hour behind them, which was how far behind our flight was.

TVGO: How come it took so long to find your groove?
Rebecca: When we were bunched with all the other teams, we questioned ourselves and thought that other people knew more than we knew. We just sort of followed people and that's where mistakes occurred. But toward the end, when the teams were filtered down, we had a lot more time on our own, and we had to step it up and use our knowledge. And that's when things started to happen.

TVGO: Overall, are you happy with the way you were depicted on the show?
Adam: First of all, I think Rebecca is a rock star. She kicked ass. But everyone always asks me, "Are you happy with the way they edited you?" And I'm always like, "That's who I am." That's me.
Rebecca: There are many facets to Adam. I think the show focused on the side of him being scared of things, because that's more interesting TV. But there's a whole other side to him that people at home aren't able to see.
Adam: I wish the country could see me teach a spinning class, because a lot of people would quickly change their minds. I'm very confident when I'm at the gym or at work — you know, in my comfort zones. But then there's also another side of me that's more sensitive. And it doesn't embarrass me for people to see that side.

TVGO: What's the status of your relationship since the race?
Adam: When we first came home, we had just spent a lot of time with each other and we continued to do that for a bit. Then, we took a little break and Rebecca actually told me one night, "I forbid you to call me." After that, we didn't talk for two months. We actually watched the show apart and we missed each other, especially me watching the show without her.
Rebecca: We got together before the finale because we knew we'd have to come to New York and do all this [media] stuff. And since we've been together the past couple of weeks, it's been really nice and we really enjoy each other. We really can't put our relationship in a category because it is so multifaceted. We love each other, that's the bottom line. I don't know if we'll get back together or if we'll remain friends or if we'll get married or what. We have no clue, but we're open to what the future holds.

TVGO: How exactly did you meet in the first place?
Adam: She was a guest at my gym, and I saw her and stared at her for about a week, drooling. One day, she signed up for a spinning class at a time I don't teach, but the other instructor didn't show up. So somebody at the front desk knew that I liked her and paged me to come in to teach the class.
Rebecca: I was like, "This guy is so cute! And so gay!" I tried to set him up with my gay friend; then he revealed to me that he wasn't gay, but, in fact, liked me.

TVGO: Do you get that a lot, Adam?
Adam: Yeah, that's gone on long before the show started. And you know, I do work at a predominantly gay gym and a lot of my clients are gay. I do wear tights, I'm an aerobics teacher, and I don't mind being sensitive. Again, it doesn't bother me at all — that's just me.
Rebecca: I told him, "It's OK that you're gay, that's fine." And he was like, "I work in a gay gym and I have a lot of gay friends. If I was gay, I'd be gay."

TVGO: What's next for you both?
Rebecca: I'm working with a company called Six Jewels. They do lingerie and other accessories and I'm in their catalogue and [working as] their spokesperson. There are also a lot of charity events I've been contacted to do. For example, I'm going to Ohio in March to be part of the Reality 4 Diabetes event.
Adam: I'm back in Los Angeles, doing the West Coast thing like always. I think that I'm finally going to move out of my parents' basement this summer. I'm talking to people about doing a fitness/adventure TV show. I also really want to do is be in a circus, so I'm taking classes in trapeze and gym balancing. Maybe one day you'll go to Vegas and see me in Cirque du Soleil!

TVGO: Finally, Adam what's the origin behind your hair horns? And are you sorry you allowed them to be cut off on The Early Show?
Adam: When I first started hanging out with Rebecca, we were sitting on her bed one day and you know how girls start playing with people's hair? Well, she put a hair band or two in my hair and she was like, "It looks cute; I kinda like it." So we went out that night and I left them in. I don't think she expected that two years later, I'd still have them and that they'd be on national TV! Everyone was really adamant that I should cut them [off] before going on the show, but I said, "No, we'll stand out." Rebecca was the only person who told me to keep them. I'm glad I kept them, and I'm a little sorry they're gone now. My head is a little cold. But I'm thinking of putting them up on eBay for an auction and donating the proceeds to a charity or something.

blogger's block

hmm.. seems like i'm in a blogging crisis -- i've seemingly lost my creative flair (if i ever had one haha!).. and well.. i have a writer's block... =(

well.. this could also be due to other reasons, like cos my life in essence is pretty much almost as boring as peeling paint off walls the whole day..

no wait... peeling paint is pretty tiring ain't it? well.. my course just sit there the whole day and type, then go eat until fat then sit again..

ARRGGH! I DUN WANNA BE FAT!!!

MY THIGHS ARE BULGING OUT OF MY JEANS AGAIN!!!

-_-" X 20000

well..it depends on the individual lah... my course honestly can be like as terrible as watching a 100yr old granny move if u dun attempt to force SOME form of interest in it... i mean.. today we had a 2 hour lecture on creating some scoreboard thingy for organisations (apparently another of those high and lofty ideals learned by the high level officials of SAF)..

and honestly... i CANNOT believe how a group of sane men can spend 7 MONTHS sculpting a mission and vision, and some action plan etc for the organisation...

and still be sane after that.

i mean!? it's like they pore through the exact meaning of each and every word and carefully craft their mission and vision statements to ensure that it can be concretely gauged using KPIs (Key performance indicators).. and even this buggeration of KPIs is honestly one big muddling crap... something about lagging, leading and proxy KPIs...

and then the lecturer (who kept spitting at me cos i was in the front row) wanted us to craft our own life aim and use this system to gauge our success...

-_-

honestly, i wondered how i managed to muster that much fakeness to look suitably interested cos honestly.. HOW CAN ANYONE BE INTERESTED IN SUCH THINGS?!

ok.. maybe its just that i'm stupid and i can't understand some of the stuff, or that i find the whole motive of trying to quantify things that are pretty much unquantifiable is as silly as trying to feel your shadow or something....

What made me EVEN more surprised was that the people beside me were nodding away intelligently and EVEN ASKING QUESTIONS on why this particular PI is a proxy KPI... my gawd!!!

either they are honestly interested (which freaks me out) or they are darn good fakers...

i dunno lah.. i find all these planning silly.. cos like.. how you expect me to twist my life goal of

"to live a fulfilling and happy life"

into a concrete mission and vision statement? oh.. identify shareholders.. err.. GOD? ME?... err.. identify themes... ?!?!

oh forget it... maybe i ain't cut out to do such "MENTAL MODELS" and "SYSTEMS MANAGEMENT" thingy lah...

give such things to that guy beside me who was seemingly nodding away interested...

sigh... have i REALLY become STUPID?!?

puzZled,
fraNk

grrr... NOT again?

honestly... i sometimes wonder why i'm so embittered about my new posting and well.. just not happy... then today.. the answer strikes me in my face again..

-_-

my upperstudy calls to tell me my postion of dy S4 might be changed to QM aferall, cos there's no QM and well.. QM is a more important job than dy S4...

gee thanks.. and that's almost after ONE month of shadowing the dy s4 and learning about all i can about S4's job and so on... and well.. 3 days into the dy S4 course..

HONESTLY?!? what's wrong with the people there? Why's it so screwed up? Why can't things JUST settle down for once and I don't have to lie worry like mad whilst i'm @ my course and i can well... benefit from it?

and well.. that's not all... cos then S4 rings me and literally shouts thru the phone that between me and my upperstudy, we have conveniently swept the whole USMS thingy under the carpet...

i mean.. 700 suggestions? using sparse, screwed up computers!? and well.. 700 suggestions in before the end of feb!? honestly.. it's a bit UN-acheivable.. and unrealistic... and IT'S NOT MY FAULT...

why has a pile on shit just landed on me when i dun even noe the stuff well!?! sigh.. as one of the WOs today whom shared about how H/O and T/O can be a bitch cos u might unwittingly become a scapegoat for some mess that your predecessor did not do... sigh.. looks like i have become one =(

and i can't even really be there to handle the mess... i mean..u want me to rush down to camp on Sat or something issit? gee... HOW NICE of you...

sheesh... time is ticking away and I dunno how to handle this liao lor.. i mean... short of marching down to each coy line and forcing the people to do the suggestions and watching over them, there's nothing much i can do.... so how? i dunno...

pray lah... leave it to God...
please let me not stray for U...
and really read my Bible and listen to your words =)

P.S. to the person impersonating me on other pple's tag-boards as well as my own... either IDENTIFY yourself or bummer off... GET LOST!! what's your problem?! life not fun enough for you issit?

sheesh

irritated frank

going back to the british colonial era

days at SOL.. are like kewl man.. the building here resembles one which is of a old colonial house replete with the old fashioned big bathrooms and narrow staircases... best thing is, there is aircon in every room!

and well.. todae some of us went for a run round the area for our LIFE Programme and well.. the area is really... "quaint" =)

the roads sound British (with names like Maida Vale and so on) and well.. the colonial houses lining the roads are teeming with life so reminiscient of the past British colonial era... its like there are maids aplenty walking big Golden Retriever dogs around the roads we ran, and every house has like well tended gardens, sprinklers, and bric-a-bracs reminding of a British past...

feels like we have gone back an era.. =)

hmm.. aniwez.. i'm watching this chinese show on Chn 8 about the 3 daughters whom the father wants to marry off ASAP.. and well..

the Da-Jie on the show reminds me SO darn much of my 1st sis before she got her boyfriend... the strict rational one that is succesful but with a steely facade... then also cuts no slack for her younger sister as well =)

the Er-Jie is of course the splitting image of my 2nd sis when she was still in the shadows of my 1st sister and still with her ugly butterfly glasses... though well... the character and behaviour a little too spastic to be real life... itz like she modelled her character after "Jie Da Huan Xi's" stupid aunt....

hmm.. trust Chn 8 to come up with such a show... but well.. my interest in it is waning... spore shows just cannot match up lah... GET ME MY CABLE!!!

BORed FRAnK

does this sound like me?

another survivor + charmed fanatic

hmm.. this person likes survivor, likes to play online survivor and the plotting that goes on, like Hollie Marie Combs from Charmed and likes Shii Ann Huang.. hmmm... quite similar eh?

wondering whether i'll ever have the motivation to wrtie about the Survivor Amazon Online Fantasy Game that i played.. and got 3rd place.. hmm.. LOTS of intrigue, near-misses, emotional TC speeches, backstabbing and plotting went behind the scenes..

and shitty final immunity challenge resulted in me getting my boot.. hmpf!

wonder whether i'll ever have the time to play such games again.. itz fun.. a whole new social game out there.. where since survival ain;t really a factor, there's much more manipulation..

frank

hi mr muscleman!

btw.. just for laughs... imagine edgar and jeremy bay with muscleman bods... those kind with bulging big biceps that cannot fit clothes and whale-ish thinghs that cannot squeeze into the pants they are wearing...

cos well.. THAT might ACTUALLY happen! cos they went to GNC to buy some "supplements" to help them gain muscle...

which HONESTLY i don't understand why... they honestly are in a GOOD SHAPE... tons of peeps... me included, envy their THIN figure , like really neva need to worry about getting fat one.. den dun need to train much can see six pack liao...

i think thin guys honestly look better generally (mind u i dun mean pencil thin, i mean "nicely-proportioned" thin), can wear lots more clothes without looking bad than those muscle dudes lor...


cos if u too muscular... u either
A. CANNOT FIT MOST CLOTHES AND END UP LOOKING GROSS IN EVERYTHING
B. LOOK GAY
C. LOOK LIKE YOUR BICEP IS BIGGER THAN YOUR BRAIN


SADLY.. that's the stigma attached to these muscleheads... (and dun laugh Luke...remember how we said u used to think with your bicep last time?)

and honestly, those adverts from hydroxycut or something.. the models look really fake lor... it's so DARN unnatural!

so BOON PING... DUN BUY!

reGards,
franK (who better start running soon!)

honestly what's wrong with my com?

grrrr...

what's it with these BLOODY advertisers who have to resort to irritating, cheapo methods of injecting your com with multiple spywares and then crashing your computer thanks to these stupid bugs that spoil your internet explorer and litter the whole place with ALL KINDS stupid dumb links that OBVIOUSLY no one will go to?

i mean even if i was interested, i would probably be too DARN pissed off to even consider anything.. so what's the point? this is NEGATIVE PUBLICITY leh!?


sheesh... so honestly does anyone noe why now when i access my internet explorer and view ANY page... whenever words like 'video' or 'age' or even '4' or 'A' appears in ANY part of a word of sentence, there would be an irritating GREEN link, linking to some porn site or sports site or something...


it's IRRITATING, DISTRACTING and .. yeah... irritating


and what about a bloody bug that whenever your page takes slightly longer to load, a hotsearch page would load...

either that or TONS of hotsearch pages would load, crashing my com...

-_-

CURSES to all you darn irritating advertisers man... may hotsearch LOSE MONEY LIKE XIAO man.

sheesh...

reading xiaxue's blog certainly sets me in this bitchy mode... dunno why.. influenced by her style of writing.. until even my mood kinda turns bitchy... bad influence..

frank

heartache city ~*sulking...

valentine's day is a harsh day... =(

honestly...just walking true orchard road is a torture... seeing all the pinks and reds and bouquet of flowers... and all the couples happily walking hand in hand... what bliss..

and i just walk on... finding my elusive 6 SIR pals who have hidden themself in one part of peninsula plaza

-_-

honestly why am i so stupid sometimes to waste money taking cab down to city and rush rush rush... den just see those peeps for like 1 hour to just drink coffee @ pacific tea place and look at passerbys...

yah.. i admit.. i'm pretty lonely... oh wadeva...

so yeah... the feeling of loneliness intensies when u see those irritating BEEG red flowers or the ubiquitous pink bouquets that almost every single couple is holding... and you cannot escape... they are EVERYWHERE... on the bus, on the mrt...

sigh (x20)... pretty depressed... but what to do?

cannot help it wad... =(

remind me next time v-day to stay @ home and not come out.. it's heartache city for me out there..

aniwez.. bought my sis a farewell prezzie..



lonely frAnk

lil piece of paradise @ OG orchard

my sis and i went out after fellowship and well.. went shopping! =)

deciding between a durable, slightly boringish looking but evertheless classic look of a Deuter Bag, $71.00... or a slightly fanciful but nice, yet i think less practical uses of a Billabong Bag, $89.00...

and den whether i should buy a I-Pod, $548, or a Creative Zen Nomad Extra.. or wadever Luke was saying... which i can't find... but apparently can be bought @ Sim Lim, or settle with a Creative Zen Touch @ $488...


or just don't buy.. =) and save the money for driving lessons as well as uni applications... hmmm

aniwez.. after looking at stuff for more than 2 hours.. my sis complain leg pain so we went to 3rd floor of OG orchard to this quaint cafe called Latitudes Cafe for a rest and some refreshments (cos we kinda got sick of the revive @ Marks and Spencer Centrepoint)..

and wow.. this cafe is kewl.. and reeks Jap flavour.. from the glass panels overlooking busy Orchard Road to the cute-sy tableware and decor... to even the location of the cafe ~ at the higher levels of a departmental store... and next to the "style" street section of OG...

amazing rite... OG has these quaint style sections of cool quaint brands and then this kewl cafe... what re-invention man... (and my sis still dare to call OG - old girl)

we had two bundabergs (there were rows empty bundaberg bottles surrounding the glass panels of the cafe) and then i ordered a plate of spicy nachos... which were cheap and well.. pretty decent...

and we ended up resting there for more than 1 hour.. haha... but its fun lah.. kinda last few times me and my sis and chit-chat and talk like that for this yr liao.. cos she's leaving for Japan for missions next next week liao.. pray for her k?

that's all for now..
treasure wadeva you have got now,
cos u dunno when you'll lose it

frANk

earth is an old gal

finally went to fellowship today at church.. where an intense brain-scratching session was brought forth by junlin over the age of the earth...my theory is that the earth is old... cos you cannot gauge the time that is measured by god as "days" for the first few days.. cos well.. time is only a consideration when man is around.. God doesn't need the concept of time cos he is well.. infinte!

so well.. just like whilst you play SimTower and the first few days if u neva build anything and no on is around, the clock spins darn fast... (and i panicked lah!) similar this whole dimension wasn't even in the context of the first few verses of Genesis cos humans weren't around!


aniwez.. another point of discussion she brought out was that if we believed in old earth theory then we naturally believe in evolution..

?? no what... i believe even if there is evolution, it ONLY started after the original sin introduced death and the need to "fight" to survive... before that, in Eden everything was provided for and every animal was happy and well.. living happily together without a need to "struggle for survival"... no such thing as overpopulation or thing...

things only got messed up when adam sinned...hmm

aniwez wadever it is.. THE point of question is really not about how old the earth is... the point is we must believe God created the Earth and for a purpose... just like why he created us!

and honestly.. if a new believer keeps bombarding you with such questions and uses them as excuses not to believe, then well.. honestly.. parry his questions.. cos the root of the problem isn't such questions... there's a more inherent obstacle preventing him from believing... that usually being not being able to overcome one's pride or the concept that one is a sinner...

aniwez.. really must make a confession and really REALLY pray to God for forgiveness that i REALLY drifted away quite badly these few days from God.. like fill my whole life with irreverent things like Generals and well.. BLOGGING itself, and yet with so much free time, not spending time to think about God and think about his greatness...

"you hard-necked people".. God chastised the Isralites when they repeatedly did not have faith even ater experiencing much miracles and walking literally with the Lord... well.. it describes me as well...

PLEASE God... let me stay close to u and focus my life on u... noeing that THAT is the end-state and ultimate goal... dun get distracted... and really walk with u God...

frank

terence should read this

I hate my Flatmate

wonder what happened to him liao? hmm.. cos honestly.. things might not been what they seem in ns... just look @ postings for one =)

frank

crazy little thing called love

This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love

This thing (this thing)
Called love (called love)
It cries (like a baby)
In a cradle all night
It swings (woo woo)
It jives (woo woo)
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love

There goes my baby
She knows how to rock 'n' roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track's
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track's
Take a back seat (ah hum), hitch-hike (ah hum)
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready (ready Freddie)
Crazy little thing called love

This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Crazy little thing called love

the recluse reappears

-the recluse reappears... sighz... for various reasons that is
-somethings need to move on
-tugging at things will not work long term...
-so there, fly forth to search for greener pasture
-what's not yours will not be yours

cryptic? decipher it yourself if u can
wadeva.. i'm tired of this all

fraNk

the blogging world has been warned...

watch what you blog...

hmm... seems like free expression honestly can't be that free after all... if u wanna protect yourself THAT is...and i want to (~*wicked grin)

so there...
fraNk

hey! newsweek can be used to wrap fishes!

gee.. just received me copy of newsweek yet again... *~roll eyes

honestly feel so darn cheated by that bloody newsagent who came to ocs to promote his goods... and promise got whad free gifts like watch, swiss army knife.. and yeah.. the crowning jewel.. a glass chess set.. WOOO..

yeah rite...

now.. i have tons of rotting copies of newsweek stacked all around my already cluttered room, accompanied occasionally by the equally *interesting* Pioneer magazine(which i realised we are FORCED to subscribe to)...

itz not that newsweek is crap or what.. its a chockful of info.. but HONESTLY.. how could anyone pull himself through such boring crap?! i mean... itz as though the editors of the magazines graduated from writing articles from "Daily Investment Periodicals" or "Motor Mechanics Monthly" or something...

TIME is honestly much better, cos as my sister puts it, "TIME is more trashy...".. and itz true.. but it makes the articles much more interesting and even if the articles peeve you off or are surprisingly boring, there's always some gold to be found at the last few pages or @ the entertainment section... too bad the TIME representative came after the NEWSWEEK one..

and talking about the bloody cheapo gifts they gave... hello? at LEAST give something that LASTS? and doesn't like have chess pieces that get stuck onto the plastique glass board, leaving unsightly stains? or chess pieces that completely lose their felt bases once they are moved?

or just don't give anything and spend the money hiring better writers?!?

yeah..i think that's the best idea...=)

so there..
FraNK

still single on this coming v-day...

sigh.. all these advertisements about valentine day gifts as well as hearing about my frens planning what to get for their gfs... makes me realise i'm STILL single... and have been single for pretty much since the start of my life..

pathetic? nah... still searching for this perfect girl.. someone maybe somewhat like Rebecca (TAR7) and Julie Berry (S9) combined.. hehe... yeah.. good luck to me right...

i dunno lah.. me too childish to land meself a gf? well i think honestly when it comes to that point.. i wouldn't even think of being childish lor.. oh well.. hard to explain.. what i would think is.. it would also change me and my attitude towards others... right?

i mean, my 1st sis who was originally pretty icy, indoorsy and well.. rather practical.. (yeah.. she told me to buy her useful stuff when i went to Japan.. instead of like fluffy stuff toys or something of that sort).. and now? with a bf she suddenly like open up alot, and then quite sporty (always roller blade with her bf) and then MOST of all, suddenly we find 2 large garfield stuff toys on her bed!!?

talk about change eh?

so well wadeva lah.. here's a another lonely V-day spent by myself.. haha..

frank
(btw.. the Blue Topaz Pendant from SK Jewellery that now costs $59 looks quite nice..hehe)

carrie zaruba shud be killed

honestly, how annoying and bitchy can a contestant be on American Idol?!?

i mean, POOR ELIZABETH PHA... honestly, not that she Asian then Asians must support her or wad, its not even that she's pretty.. but honestly it was pretty shitty the treatment this bitch of a carrie gave her during the group round..

and its not fair that due to this, elizabeth gets penalised and eliminated (in which she cries unfair.. something which is echoed by lots of people)and carrie get's through...

and honestly carrie can't sing well.. and looks even more gross... EWWWW..

wadeva it is.. carrie, be careful.. no one is gonna vote for u now so u might as well pack it and go home... and be careful that hordes of vietnamese dun come swarming at u and scratching your face out, making u uglier than you already are as it is...

oh well..
fraNK

howl's moving castle

went to watch it late last night after going visiting the relative's of my mom's side..

honestly, the plot was... at best confusing... for most parts of the movie i was trying to figure out the "key" that would unlock the mysteries of the whole movie and shed light on the plot... but the final clues also didn't shed much light.. cos the intricacies of the show was heaped layer upon layer until..

haiz.. but honestly that's not the point of the movie lah.. if u wanna understand the story go read Diana Wynne James' book lah... the movie was deliciously beautiful (surpising for an anime huh?), the characters were adorable (esp MARK!!! ~ trying to get a picture of the 3rd contestant for cutest baby), the landscapes were beautifully drawn, especially the flower-littered plains...and well, the potrayal of the different characters was DARN real.. even more real that say Jeannette Aw's facial expressions during her shows (that's a crying shame miss)..

like the potrayal of old people was darn good lor... with the aches and the way Grandma Sophie was being cunning and so on... =)

overall, loved the dog, loved Mark, liked the scenery, and well got puzzled but enraptured by the tale...

frank

cny photos-entry edition

My family @ my aunt's house for CNY visiting


contestant no. 1 for cutest baby competition... my cute niece we saw


contestant no. 2.. my cute baby bro boon ping! =)

frank

gone about visiting..

so well.. today was a pretty normal, traditional day where we went to grandma's house for a family reunion, played the same card games and shook the same hands and ate well, the same new year food like nian-gao and so on... the festivity was there lah.. and well.. so were the REPETITIVE "hey frank u have grown thinner!" exclamations... seriously.. it's not that i'm not glad with this change... but.. enough is enough lah =)

den the afternoon meant setting off to visit our more distant relatives and well, this year a little less festivity lah.. cos grandma only went to one house and then 2nd sis complain sick and din come... pooh.. but aniwez somehow.. this year's visiting felt different lah... maybe cos i matured a little? haha..

i mean. i was still prone to do the childish rants with my cousin, remembering silly things we did at the various houses during past years (like throwing slippers down the stairs and getting scolded by our grandma) and then saying silly things about anything...

but well.. difference was that this time i made an effort to talk to everyone, even the older relatives, just to chit-chat and ask about people's life... so well.. it didn't turn out to be so boring.. and well, at one house we even played LOTR monopoly... so yeah.. quite fun lah..

everyone's highlight was seeing one very very CUTE baby with a cute little clip on her hair.. wonder if im able to get a pic of her on here... but honestly.. she's so darn cute and guai.. she was like ambling around with her mom following her, and then when her mom asked her to "bai nian", she did the gesture as well...

and well.. she melted the hearts of all my aunts and of course my mom lah.. who went around hugging her and so on... hmm.. if i have a pic i will post it soon.. (and Boon Ping.. u have a competitor liao.. haha! but you'll alwyas be my cute cute baby bro!)

so the day ended with another sumptuous dinner with roast duck, roast chicken and everything lah... and well revelled in past time jokes and so on..

so.. that's for a fun day.. quite rare already now... so must treasure it

frank

rebecca's kewl...

watched the first part of amazing race just now... din bother watching the distasteful end...

HONESTLY... how can u edit a team to be so hateful, undeserving and racist, and let them win, whilst Kris and Jon are edited so sweet, with their mimic of the Chinese speaking, and then lose...

it just leaves a bitter aftertaste to the mouth...TERRIBLE ENDING!

then of course there's sweet Rebecca.. who honestly IS the type of women i wanna find.. haha! cos she's even tempered, witty and funny.. like her voice.. and she didn't blow up at Adam whilst doing the lock challenge even though Adam was being so abusive... whereas Kendra acted like a first class whiner to Freddy... GOSH...

so Rebecca... if u ever come to Singapore, drop by my house k? haha...

aniwez... snippets from the MESS hall thread about amazing race:

WORST ENDING. WORST SEASON. WORST EDITING.

“I thought A/R would win and I wanted K/J to win (though I wouldn't have minded if A/R won) and noooooooooo I got two freakish models where one deems another worthy of having her children

The only thing that made up for their win is A/R and K/J's racing. Rebecca and Adam were hysterical, major comic moments where I actually liked Adam. Their saying to the cab driver about his testicles with the driver laughing not understanding had me rolling and K/J were just great competitors with a good attitude.”

“Worse than the editing was the challenge selection. I mean where is the opportunity to make-up time between rowing 2 miles, jumping out a plane and eating pizza. Granted K/J took a chance with the outfits and they got kinda screwed with the plane. Why did Freddie get to go up with Jon, when they clearly arrived ahead of F/K? You are not going to have any drama in the last leg with that plan. I guess CBS banked everything on having two teams on the 'good' flight, but miscalculated. Next time the clues should say...go to United idiots.”

“I was so angry when Freddy and Kendra won. I have now resolved never to refer to my husband as "baby" or "honey". Really does Kendra or Freddy know each others name?

The final stank because all they had to do was eat a piece of pizza. What happened to a final puzzle, like the Ft. Worth stockyards where they had to run around and get clues to move on? Even eating something gross would have been better, like worm deep dish pizza. ”

“What the !@#$ was up with those two dum assed challenges, and if they didn't want adam/rebecca to win then just eliminate them don't @!@king make it so that there is no way that they could catch anybody. Two slices of pizza what were they trying to make sure that they were fed before they crossed the finish line?”

WHAT an amazing waste!

HONESTLY, this has been a truly terrible season of amazing race.. a crying shame especially after the best of Season 5 with Charla and Mirna's antics and so on.. POOH..

and what a terrible, undeserving, not-following-the-editing-of-the-whole-show ending!!! gosh... this season had poor challenges, waste of locales where they did stupid things in exotic and culturally rich countries... gosh...

not going to waste my breath on this dismal season lah... hopefully TAR7 will be better, hopefully Rob and Amber get trampled by some llama there...

frank

happy cny!

so it'll be the new year in around 20 minutes!! and yeah...i'm doing my part as a dutiful son to stay up until 12 as tradition states... gee.. that's OK with me =)

speaking about traditions, i always love the preparations part of new year where we would go about buying those delicious cookies, tartlets and snacks in those ubiquitous plastic containers with red caps and then store them up at home... then there's the cutting of bak-kwa into nice slices whilst stealing some scraps here and there.. my favourite thou, would be helping my mom with the placing of freshly minted notes into the nicely deopcrated ang-baos on her bed.. =).. see traditions are actually pretty fun things!

today was pretty uneventful... just slept alot to try and chase away the bloody migraine.. HONESTLY.. go AWAY! then spent the better part of the afternoon trying to clean up my room, which ultimately proved to be too much of a Herculeanic task... oh man...

my room has like become the set of the attic for Charmed lia, with every table littered with bric-a-bracs from the bvarious eras of my life, my studying era, my ns era, my scholarships era (complete with all the invitation letters, the pamphlets and paraphernalia.. which i all threw away)

i struggled with the task at hand for like an hour before i realised i had TOO MANY THINGS.. it was really impossible to finish everything, and be the neat and tidy me again.. bcos there were too many things i though i should keep and so on.. i mean.. am i going to throw away all my JC notes, books and stuff, which like occupy 4 shelves alone? then what about my NS stuff? cannot throw rite??

so now my room reminds me of Becky Bloomwood's room in Surrey with the "not knowing what you might fine feeling when you step in", where tables are piled high with various stuff bought during different whims and periods, and then left to neglect... ok.. i ain't THAT bad.. but unfortch, i might be getting there..

ok.. so I BOUGHT TOO MANY STUFF LAST YEAR.. and was pretty much a raving SHOPAHOLIC at times.. must change as well...

cos like my music cd rack is completely full and i had to cram the rest of my cds haphazardly into the cupboard cos i gave up on tidying the room after a while and just started hiding everything away... OOPS.. then my clothes closets are bursting apart with all the clothes, old, new, rejected, ns-related and so on... too many liao...

then at nite was reunion dinner lah.. dad had this "great" idea of drinking red wine whilst eating our stuff... but well.. it added to the festivities lah, thou we being pathetic drinkers, couldn't even finish the bottle... dinner was darn sumptuous and was like a rare thing liao cos it was finally many delicious plates home cooked food courtesy of mum... (such things have become rare since we sent our maid back... so now either eat like 1 or 2 pretty simple dishes or just eat out)

so yeah.. le chomp le chomp, le yum! and finally one tuan yuan fan with everyone around and lots of good food... i like! add this to the two other reunion dinners on sat and sun which were both very nice, i must say this is finally a semblance back to the normalcy that i used to take for granted during my schooling years... sigh..

so tmr's going to be the visiting day liao.. thou well.. think the people we will be visiting are less.. cos one of my unc's got brain tumour and well.. i dunno what will be the arrangements.. sigh.. looks like the older generation is really transiting into the new generation already..

frank

yeah done!

ok.. finally finished part one of the revamp.. i noe it might look tad girlish.. but considering all the rest of the blogskins i previewed all were either eeky pink (for Royston perhaps) or just filled with boy boy girl girl pictures, (for Chiyu, i guess) this is perhaps one of the more neutral ones liao..

hehe... not really negative liao? hopefully lah.. =)

frank

extreme makeover : blog edition

honestly, it has come to a time where everyone's blog has shaped up and has taken on their own unique character.. sadly, mine seems unable to cast away the taint of bitchiness and angst.. sigh..

so now it's all smilies and good ol' natured writings..k? =)

and yeah.. a revamp is coming up soon... cos my mom's complaining that my blog is too dark and dank and.. haiz.. wadeva negative thoughts u could muster about the inky blackness lah... i mean, black is SLEEK and COOL... but somehow, these muted arrangement of colous in my blog just make it.. dull and negative.. so yeah..

so tonite went to meet up with the 6 SIR bunch (who had a nite's out)... Kok Heng, Weihan, Thye Heng, Kaiwei, Kevin, Luke, Edgar, J Bay, Boon Ping, Jack and honestly.. i'm really pretty envious of them.. cos no matter how late they book out or what.. it feels nice to be amongst so many nice friendly pple whom you've been with for the past 4 months at least...

played 1 game of lota in which i chose a pathetic hero who couldn't even muster up one decent spell.. and henced died twice under jeremy (who did his awwww frank... act AGAIN)... sheesh...

so there... day was pretty uneventful.. besides the fact that i'm still going around with this irritating migraine that has somewhat become like a bitter afterthought to me... which is irritating, and perhaps going to be worrisome.. but i dunno lah..

frank

SCWO is s-e-xist!

How can you not provide toilet paper in ANY of the male toilets!?

i was clutching my stomach in pain, running from floor to floor at SCWO to search for that elusive toilet paper to no avail...

it was only until i told my sis to search the female toilets did one roll of toilet paper come forth...

sheesh man.. how sexist can a woman's association be?!? i mean!?!

oh well.. wadeva...
back early cos i think i need to rest a bit..

fraNK

flight of the phoenix

i dun agree with the critics this time.. it's not THAT bad...wah liao.. ravage the movie until like "...silly to the last drop of rationed water." and "...more like a waddling turkey than a soaring bird."

it dealt with some interesting issues, like having to swallow your pride in the face of a cocky arrogant person, knowing that you are in a do-or-die situation.. (in this case apologize-or-die)

that being said, if i were Miranda Otto, i would have slapped that guy silly man..

but that's me.. =)

so.. yeah.. to the newer generation who has not really watched it, it's not that bad a movie lah.. dun listen to those hardened, "think-they-are-so-knowledgeable-about-past-movies-and-hence-they-are-good" critics, and the mass of fakers that follow along to diss it...

have fun!
frANk

woes of an officer

i think i noe why i'm pretty depressed these few days.. cos honestly, it true.. the bar on your shoulders does weigh quite a bit...

cos now with a bar, you are SUDDENLY expected to be darn fit, to be without any problems in health and in anything basically and so on..

and dat's why i've grown to DREAD SOC and like chin-ups or what... cos i KNOW the result and it ain't pretty... (btw.. there's soc on mon and that's what's putting me off)

it's now my pride and some invisible "officer corps guardian" that's pressing down on me everytime i have to do such things... and i react.. i try my best to escape... sigh..

dunno whether this bout of illness is a manifestation of my frustrations and dread of doing certain things...

dunno if this is the reason why i feel so abjectly depressed by UIP...

SIGH..

which comes back to the original rant of mine that i just hate the army for..

WHY MUST YOU FRICKING JUDGE A PERSON BY HIS PHYSICAL QUALITIES AND FITNESS LEVELS!?

WHY IS EVERYONE SO DARN FARCICAL AND SUPERFICIAL? SO IF I CAN'T DO SOC WELL I'M AN INFERIOR OFFICER TO ANOTHER??

SCREW YOU MAN!

there are SO much more qualities to an officer but guess what? no matter what anyone says, people STILL zoom to the most obvious thing, something that can be measured and recorded...

YOUR PHYSICAL FITNESS, DEEMED BY IPPT AND SOC...

and straight away they mark you down...

SIGH... life's not fun as a officer... and itz sad.. cos alot of us were pining and hoping for a better life whilst we were cadets... and in the end, we realise what our instructors say is true - that officer's life is much worse than that of a cadet, that it is only the beginning of a journey when you commission.

so PLEASE pple, we dun just SIT THERE AND BE PRETTY and collect a COOL SUM OF MONEY.
there's alot more involved in this k?

as a cadet, as a man, you always could run to the shady confines of your school of your superiors if u were inferior in some aspect... you could also make an excuse for a failing of yours..

but as an officer, who will listen to your excuses?

who will you run to when you are ailing and weak?

who will care?

..reGards,
FraNk

utopia in question?

watched charmed on tape last last night (thanks to my NICE dad)

and well.. the episode (Bad, Bad World, pt 2) was about good and evil elements being separated out completely to form two whole worlds...(ok.. something along that line)

and the result?

the GOOD world is always in DAY (cos night apparently is dark, dank and forbiddingly evil), and ANY infraction in rules is punished by amputation and so on.. so the hospitals are filled with such people (ie. one guy whom had his handphone on in the hospital had his arm chopped off, yet shurgged it off as his own fault)..

you can imagine the BAD world lah..

so at that, my sis burst out and we had a very heated argument over the show's portrayal of a seeming utopia..

utopia in question?

a world of only GOOD is actually BAD?

SIS: the show is already wrong when it says that there is evil in utopia (the infractions) when it should be ALL GOOD.

ME: in EDEN, the snake was evil, and EDEN was considered Utopia before Eve's act...

SIS: in EDEN existed freedom of choice (which in itself is a good thing), but the snake CHOSE something that was not GOOD.. hence EVIL was formed.

ME: so in the END, it seems the EDEN did HAVE evil from the start, in the form of evil thougts and ideas, and well, GOOD only exists when EVIL is there to contrast it, and that you cannot label a person good unless that is an equivalent evil counterpart.

YOU CANNOT DEFINE UTOPIA AS A PLACE OF ALL GOOD WHEN YOU NEED A FRACTION OF EVIL TO SHOW THAT GOOD IS GOOD.

SIS: It is a fallacy the society is trying to make us believe, that good cannot EXIST without evil. But GOOD CAN and it is only EVIL that exists only when there is GOOD, as evil is the absence of good, or in a scenario of making choices, evil is not choosing the right choice...

...so the squabble continues.. my brain aches too much for me to think of it... but.. consider..

so what is UTOPIA?

a place of ALL GOOD? so how do u identify GOOD without the EVIL?

and how would you deem a place UTOPIA, if it contains fractions of EVIL to SHOW that it is GOOD?
oh heck...
all this for a silly season finale of charmed..

frAnk

sigh.. missing times in OCS liao..

just visited Luke's blog..

(cue nostalgic and longing music from FFX... which i immediately feel like grabbing and placing it on my blog...)

then goes to Jeremy's blog..

(cue ANOTHER nostalgic piece, this time from LOTR)..

SHEESH..

which of course, makes ME, de_sentimentalist, remember the fun times we had in OCS... and well.. the times which honestly we thought were for granted and the mentality that "my frens will be there always lah"

feel a great longing when i read about how the bunch in 6SIR is doing, be it good or bad.. but honestly, when you have your close frens around, or am in a bunch, things JUST lessen out... whatever humiliation, pain and suffering lessens greatly... it;s like these people KNOW you, they know your physicality, they know your idiosyncrasies...

but it's square one in 3 SIG... and hence my frustrations... no matter how well we chum, i'm still the only infantry officer and they all signallers... and hence somehow the humiliation of doing too little chin-ups or the frustrations of being like a recruit again just hurt alot more...

sigh... i dun wanna be like this...honestly

oh well..
Frank

(P.S. anyone can find me another nostalgic-kish music that is small but good enough for me to place on my blog?)

pooh... sickness strikes

i am SICK... just a measly few more days before CNY... sheesh..

started with a migraine.. now i think i keep having a slight fever.. dunno if it is the medicine...

be careful for what you wish for?

i dunno... i wanted to get out of UIP so much that i actually fell ill??

sigh.. wadeva lah.. no point to write about a charmed episode... another time

FraNk

ok.. i shall stop these immature rantings..

seems it i'm the only one venting like mad about my posting and so on.. when actually it ain't dat bad? it's something like tradition, albeit a darn stupid tradition?

so well, to all concerned, I'm NOT depressed, just tad frustrated and irritated with the sudden loss of freedom after progressive cadet-government and improvement of life @ OCS with the computer and so on..

so yeah.. here's to a kewl year ahead @ 3 SIG BN.. well now at least it's to Seletar Camp first...

which honestly, can be summarised in one word...

SERENE

it's located in a real kewl place with darn ang-moh names like Picadilly Circus, Brompton Avenue, Hyde Park Lane and the best... Maida Vale (thou i dun understand what the heck it is saying)

and well, the place looks nice enough, met some frens, found an internet cafe there(yipee!) and well... it's much nearer to my house..

we did a personality profiling test (yet another of its kind) there and well, somehow my personality has yet again shifted to one that is darn moderate in all aspects.. i scored like 10/13/8/9 for the 4 birds... 13 being the dove and 10 being the pigeon...

oh well.. juz some random musings..
fraNK

the reason...

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear

I've found a resaon for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

UIP's a fricking BITCH

honestly, i'm incensed beyond words... just seething with anger at the stupid decisions made by stupid people or just misinformed people which, well, lands me in a position i honestly cannot help but wanna escape...

I MEAN? honestly?!? what's the point of sending me to a UIP programme when i don't understand like ANYTHING the instructors jibe about? It's not like I dun TRY to understand and like "open my mind to new information"... but please..

CNRI? CCIS?

all the signal jargon just plain pisses me off cos I TRY to understand but within minutes i really like switch off liao.. it's pointless.. see, my theory is if you don't understandup to 40% of what the person is saying, then no matter how simple to person puts it, it all turns out to be GARBAGE...

so honestly, tell me, WHAT'S THE POINT OF PUTTING ME IN THE PROGRAMME?

DUNNO WHAT TO DO WITH ME?

honestly, i HAVE stuff to do, especially now since i'm going for Basic Logistics Course on 14 Feb (sucks eh?) and i need to like learn everything from my upperstudy within 3 days...

so it's just STUPID for me to waste my time and LISTEN to garbage which honeslty does not concern me!?

i'm SICK of hearing

"OH.. most of you all will become node commanders..."

and then there's the

"how's SI? did you like so and so?"

GEE.. THANKS...

it's not that the people with me aren't nice, in fact they are all very decent... it's not even about the UIP instructors, cos you can see they are nice @ heart and now just trying to act xiong and so on...

IT'S ABOUT SUPERIORS not GIVING TWO HOOTS about their surbordinates.., not caring about what they do and thinking that they look very free so send them for some inane course to just sit there, act pretty, and suffer.

either that, or they just can't think...

i try to rationalize... but it's like talking to a garden hedge or something... oh well, i garden hedge that BITES...

cos when i go off with my upperstudy today, she comes along, makes alot of noise and tells me i still have to go for UIP when i'm not attending something from SOL...which means i have to COME BACK after attending the course at SOL just to join in two more signals lesson (yah.. HOW important) and then kena a stand-by-bed...

HELLO? U GOT BRAIN OR NOT? NOE WHAT'S PRIORITISATION?

i will derive NO value from staying in the programme. if u talk about me getting to know the signal cadets, i jolly well can do so when we are colleagues, and REST ASSURED.

doens't it make more sense to take me out so i can rest and get prepped for log course? doesn't it make more sense to give all the time to my upperstudy for him to help me?

BITCH.

wadeva lah... screw me for two more days and earn my undying hatred... GO ON...

to the hell with them.

inCenseD,
fraNk

totoro

here's to teaching my sis how to insert pics.. =)

crap... the shit starts again

(otherwise titled: SO.. I have to do UIP)

WHAT LUCK.

oh well.. i mean i understand some intentions that, like, i should mingle around with the people who have been posted here (whom happen to be like the better few from SOCC and well, i dunno any of them?)

... but, i mean?

subjecting me to lectures on wadeva signal-ish stuff?!

OH WELL... see what i can do..

1. take it in a postive attitude and learn as much as i can, since well, i said myself i din want to waste time in ns. so yeah, lemme be the first signal trained infantry officer.. or vice versa lah

2. suck thumb and take the bloody SOCs and IPPTs.. sheesh.. i'm really darn scared of those lor.. and i dun think i have improved any bit (in fact deproved) after the whole diet fiasco (and well, the lame attempts lasted around 25 hours or so.. -_-)

HELP ME GOD.

3. sheesh... have to cancel my basic theory test and things liao.. cos cannot book out.. its a stay-in thingy.. and well.. it also poses a problem with the returning of no. 2 and well, have to settle the bloody comms mag remnant stuff (which seriously is PISSINGLY IRRITATING)

4. get to noe new people and experience the last vestiges of a men's life(i mean, there ARE privileges to it.. like cooperation and the arrow upon u ain't dat big)... last few stand-by field packs and stand-by bunks..

wonder if they still can pump us...

or straight away sign 7? AW SHUCKS...

.... and just to bitch a bit, why issit that on the whole, people from signals who got posted to a predominantly infantry place like 6SIR and MIB are lucky enough that the majority of the infantry officers posted there too are like their pals.. i mean, Ben Koh got posted to 6SIR with that whole big bunch of PLt 1 pple, and well, Darren's going to MIB where there's Mel and co..

so why conversely, an infantry officer who goes to a predominantly signals environment, suddenly finds himself not knowing a single person from the signals batch? i mean, its not really that i darn a/s or what... but it's like there's not a single Delta person there?

sheesh.. wadeva lah...

"the challenges in life only serve to make you stronger"

so there..

regaRds,
fraNk