Sunday, October 28, 2007

Club Hoppin' Halloween

On a Side Note...
Mind. Blown. Crazy, sexy, marvellous.
Tired from the late night partying that extended to the morning. It was crazy, but it was great. Hit Zouk at 10 for the Halloween Party. It was fun in the aspect that almost everyone was dressed up, but with reference to dancing it wasn't that good due to mediocre music and the fact that it's harder to move around in costumes. So we just hung around taking pictures and swaying a 'lil like how KY would.


Team Medic


Lovestoned


ScreamBean


Nigga


SPARTA!!!

Some people really put in a lot of efforts into dressing up. They certainly spent a lot of time and money on their costumes, which some were even self made. It really was a sight to behold. There was a team of Power Rangers, a group of Diablo monsters, a headless ghost rider (from Sleepy Hollow), a big cow with an equally large udder, a huge bunny, a pair of Bananas in Pyjamas, and a throng of nurses and bunny girls.

I took off my mask as soon as I got in as it was warm having it on. Masked costumes are a 'lil lame 'cos no one would even know who's behind it. Weak choice, shall think of something better for next year.

Some other pics taken at Zouk:


Pack of infected sleepers


Hunny Bunny


SKUGIRL


Zouk at Peak

After like hours at Zouk we got kinda sick of it. It's like fun yet not happening enough. Sometimes it's the lack of atmosphere, while yesterday I think that it's the lack of mood for dancing. It's hard to dance and enjoy with the costume on. After 3, most of the guys went home due to fatigue from their afternoon activities. Kenneth and I were up for more, so we hopped to MoS. No regrets. We had a great time.


Like That


MindBlown

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Saturday, October 27, 2007

Fear and Pain

On a Side Note...
Halloween party @ Zouk tonight. Who's going?
Visibly, I've been plagued by a lack of motivation to update my blog these days. It's not like interesting things are happening daily when I'm confined to a government property called military camp. Well, rejoice, for the service phase of my course has ended. However, the service medics do not get to book out daily even though their time is over, 'cos the course commander had it in a way that the service medics are to go through the combat medic phase as well. *sings "Poise and rationalityyyyy" and shrugs*

I've passed all my theory and practical tests. I would think that it was a fluke, but I did pretty well so I guess I can't find excuses - I did well, period. People say that being a medic is one of the slackest vocation available in the army. They're only half-right. Firstly, combat medics go through the same shit as an operational combat platoon, caryying additional burden (stretcher and medical operating pouch). The slack ones are the service medics (that's me), but that doesn't mean that we are spared the pain. What kinda pain?


This kind

At first, we practise administering I.V on each other using a 20G needle (the thinner one). A few days ago, we started using the 16G (thickness is half of a Yakult straw) needle. The pain factor is 5X of the 20G needle, and that would feel like red ants biting you at the same site over and over again. The only word that can be used to described accurately would be PAIN. And a 12G needle even exists. Madness.

Here's another macro that I took:


Liz


BLP #009

Facebook is a social networking website that allows people to communicate with their friends and exchange information. Launched on February 4, 2004, Facebook was founded by Mark Zuckerberg, a former member of the Harvard Class of 2006 and former Ardsley High School student.

As of October 2007, the website had the largest number of registered users among college-focused sites with over 42 million active members worldwide and expects to pass 60 million users by the end of the year (also from non-collegiate networks). From September 2006 to September 2007 it increased its ranking from 60th to 7th most visited web site, and was the number one site for photos in the United States, ahead of public sites such as Flickr, with over 8.5 million photos uploaded daily.

Damn, am I outdated or what?

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Sunday, October 14, 2007

Interlude: Here or There

On a Side Note...
Baby is on a 2 week holiday in Taiwan. That's fourteen days. I think I'll go crazy with ecstasy if I ever get such a treat.

Sis just got back from Hong Kong, and she got me some Krispy Kreme donuts. They are even better than the Donut Factory ones =D


The green donut is a Halloween special - The Green Goblin
It's an uphill trek, but I'll push on with grit. A soldier falls in battle, not in beliefs.

I've learnt that commandos operate in 3 (or 4)-man teams, and each own a specialised set of skills. There are commandos undergoing the Basic Medic Course (that I'm going through), and I do respect them in a way. Just looking at them makes me feel humble. I can only do so much with my current poor form.

Most of the respectable vocations are paired with equally proud mottoes. Especially so for the commandos, soldiers apt in almost every aspect demanded in combat. I don't know if they even deserve the title 'soldier'. They are the elite.

Commandos - For Honor & Glory
Officers - To Lead, To Excel, To Overcome
121 Squadron - Seek and Destroy

The medics' motto: "To Seek, To Save, To Serve" is nowhere as venerable as the rest. Looking at it in a neutral mindset, it is somewhat noble and selfless. But I don't want to be a savior. I don't feel sorry for myself for not being where I wanna be. I want to fight. I want to deserve being where I want to be. I'm trying to remain positive. I'm trying not to feel weak.

There are two school of thoughts when it comes to National Service:
* The first - Since I have to spend two years whether I like it or not, why not do my best and achieve something?
* The second, and inevitably less worthy - To struggle or idle, it still makes up two years, so why strive?

I saw my own aspirations decline slowly to the latter. I've been feeling unwell for too long a time. It's a disease that has only one cure - achieving what I set out to conquer. I must push on. I need strength.


BLP #008

Disposable cutlery has found a revolutionary (and organic) sibling - SpudWare. It is made from 80% potato starch and 20% soy oil. It is equally strong as plastic cutlery, but it biodegrades in 180 days. SpudWare can even be washed and reused.

They don't come cheap though, a packet of 50 spoons, 50 forks and 50 knives cost approximately SGD$30. Revolutionaries don't come cheap.

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