Monday, August 08, 2005
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Before i start, i just wnna say that that funny feeling is still lngering around. And it just got stronger today. The other day my father drove the family to Changi after he touched down at the airport (lolz i can imagine him tip-toeing on one leg and saying,"Touched down!" ). I noe Changi village.... lots of hawker stalls.... lots of cats... old buildings planes... old changi hospital... wei shan and i had our time there...... Anyways i stepped out of the car and the moment i took a deep breath of Changi air, my other senses kicked in; something's waaaatttcchiiiiinnnnggggg ......
ooo....
okay better watchout for things.. 7th month is here....
Anyways i have a Social Psychology project due. Eh no wait... it's a journal really... zz... but then.. there's the option of creative entry. :)
lolz i chose creative entries cos i thought maybe i shld break away from writing for a while. Basically creative entries are those little artifacts that represent somehting abt the topic discussed.
Our topic is something (i dun have the paper with me now...) about how our gender affects the way ppl perceive us.. emotinally.. mentally.. and stuff. lolz everytime i think f gender.. i think of a dick and boobs. Lolz.. when "male" appears, i tend to say it on my mind as "meh-llllllllll".... with the vibrating tongue on L.... kinda represents the dick swishing here and there.. LOLZ!!!
anyways yeah i thought of making a diorama for this one. It's been a long time since i modelled. Bernard in M Workshop sure hasnt been hearing from me since. Gulp... i pang seh his shop.. -.-.....
Anyways.. oo yeah.. story time....
France, Autumn of 1942. The Germans are pushing forward relentlessly and the French army is desperately fighting back for their soil with ill-armoured Hotchkiss tanks and penny pockets of infantry. A german infantry column rushes bravely forward along a dirt track, evading French gunfire. A hotchkiss tank lies abandoned by the roadside. Black smoke rises up the the distant fields. The day is bright, the leaves are brown and plenty. Amidst all the chaos, a German soldier stands by the dirt track, a spade in one hand, his rifle in the other. He looks forlongingly at something. The other soldiers rush behind him. He doesnt care. He cant. Infront of him lays a freshly covered grave. At the head of the grave, a pole is poked into the ground and a German helmet balances on its tip. The German soldier tries not to cry. He shouldnt. No one must see him do so. that's the way he was brought up; to be a man. No matter how painful it is to bury the corpse of your own dead friend, a man musn't cry, he thought.
But on the other side of the hotchkiss, sitting under a tree with golden leaves, a German soldier sits on the ground, his face buried in his knees. His helmet and rifle lay clumsily by his side. He is crying. Nothing more but a young boy, a part of the Hitler Jugend (Hitler's Youth) regiment, he looks up; he looks exactly like the previous German soldier, only with a more boyish look. He cries wholeheartedly for his dead friend, in this little dark corner of the world, privacy only provided by an old tree and a thin wall of armour.
The End.
Deep? boo... anwyays.. metaphorically, guys do have emotional sides too (you know!) .... i mean... duh.. just look at me... i get so pissed when Vis does this and that. oh yeah... i thnk we're ok now.... he's replying... im smsing... i'm still joking... he''s not... i arrange for a meeting.... he has sth on... oh dear.... :)
ANYWAYS.....
i got this idea straight out when i realised the possibility of doing a creative entry. I drew out sketches immediately and continued to expand the possibilities and let the idea mature.
Some rough sketches i made.
I originally had the idea of putting the grave on a super-lower ground. Then the tank is there as a shield between the man-soldier and boy-soldier (lolz...). the tree is there originally to add height and capture a person's attention to the diorama but hey! everything on a dio should have a purpose! And thus the story is born. :)
I slept with the idea.. named it (for now) Die Gefühle (The Emotions). i have this passion for giving names such as those.... even though it is downright unsuitable at times. pfft... then as the i dea grew.. i bought the display from Sunshine plaza, the gundam shop.... (M Workshop was closed that time...) for SGD 18.00 and as i positioned the tank here and there.... i found out that i had VERY LITTLE SPACE.... so i thought maybe put the tree.... tank... then man.... witht he display facing the viewer in the landscape...view... -.- okay.
Didnt work out.. i had plenty of empty spaces here and there and no matter how hard i tried i.e. adding extra material such as fuel drums or boxes or vegitation, the dio still didnt look right. So i SCRAPED the project.... at first.
Went for dinner... played some games and shot some terrorists... and while the game was loading, i looked at the mess i made on the table and LO AND BEHOLD!!!! the tank, tree and display was positioned in such a perfect manner!
well at least.. it was better than before. This time it wasnt "landscape format"...
that's wht i saw. Look! i even drew a sketch! With perspective! see the horizon and the vanishing point?
And in comes the man... That's a stand-in btw.. i havent bought the figure i wanted to use yet.
Then comes in the actual planning...
See how big it is? So small... and i gotta paint that!
And thus i start building my dio project. First up was to border the sides with styrofoam so that the groundwork coming up after that would be straight. (not gay).
Then comes in the white glue and a board of hardpaper and a couple of dumbells to add wieght tot he board so that it conforms to the contours placed by the styrofoam underneath. The dumbells amazingly fit perfectly amazing. -.-
Ah yes.. that's enuf for the night.. now for the glue to dry completely and then groundwork can be put on. Have to go down to Art Friend tml or sth to get some balsa wood for the dio.
And that leaves me to clean my table.
I'm super-anxious o get this project done. That Hotchkiss tank has been waiting for sth to be done on it ever since i put on the French logo decal on it WAYYYY before poly started.
Ahh yes... my Hotchkiss... you will be getting a new life soon... muacks..
though u may be a bit uglier than the Type 97 Chi Ha but nevertheless...
Anyways if this project cant work... i'm going for my back up plan... a VIDEO.... hmm... maybe a story on how a friend fought with his buddy and now he gets so upset he becomes delusioned because he is not supposed to tell anyone how he feels for another person of the same sex even though they may be, to put it plainly, friends?
:)
Saturday, August 06, 2005
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War and romance.
the other day, some people from my crew questioned why i was so intrigued by romance and war. I mean... it SHOWS in my scripts... They want a mystery story i came out with a cheesy romance. :(
i wont be bragging about how war and romance is so and so.
I just like it.
It wasnt so prominent back when i was in North View... i mean... i never had anyone come up to me and say,"Audi you look gay."
-.- ok maybe there was..
"Audi, you look romantic..." maybe that never happened.
well at least till this afternoon... we were doing an audio recording and my group used my voice (anti social bastards arent we...) ... then michelle suddenly takes the mike away from Charlene in the control room and says,"oh my gott (she has braces.. remember tht... speech impaired... =p ), Audi...~~!!! ... Can i sleep with your vooooiiiiiicceee???"
whoo hoo.. now i noe i'm going somehwere to being romantic... rawk on~~~!!
haha...
hmm......
anyways yeah i know i AM a bit different from many people, mentally. :) Old wars, for me, is perhaps the most romantic thing a man can do. I mean.. look at wht's involved (exclude modern wars. I think modern wars are just downright sissy-like... wht with all those sneaky machines and stuff).. we have, patriotism, camaraderie, fighting for someone, an idea or anything and also the emotions involved.
bla whtever.. u get wht i mean...
I think its in me to really get involved with wht i am doing. I always find myself getting lost in the stories formed in my head. When i make my models, I always think of a story cos u noe after all... modelling is a freaking long process you musnt get the flow stopping suddenly. Try smelling thinner for DAYS. (yeah ok maybe tts why i turned out like this... nuts.).
Then as the story develops, i.e. This German infantry is hiding from a web of American gunfire behind a tank, his best friend is dead, his home has been destroyed, his girlfriend got taken away, all he hears is blasting gunfire, clanging ricochets off the tank armour, the rumbling of the tnak's engine and the gears and tracks squeaking as it slowly rolls forward. Then's he's on the floor, boots encrusted in mud, his faded uniform is coated with a thinck layer of dust and his helmet is coming loose... but he's clinging on to his K98 rifle, because that's all he has left.
See how it goes?
the story develops and it starts becoming sth like a friend to me. That is MY friend, MY story. It indeed, for me, becomes very personal. Likewise for my videos and thoughts.
btw.... i do have a lot of intra-personal communication... its weird but its fun!
and i have no idea how all these came about. I've never seriously seen a war movie till Black Hawk Down (In 5.1 surround sound!! whoo!!!).
I dunno... but then... friendship.. camaraderie... comradeship... bla bla.. has been part of my principle since young. Yeah man i do get terribly upset even in KINDERGARDEN when my friend doesnt speak to me during break time! it's like.. WTF...?!?!?
ok o let's see why.. hmm.. ive never had a brother... i am not close to my sister... my relatives were all in Singapore, i am nowhere close to them..... my dad wasnt around most of the time (like i said many times before.... he leaves for work before i wake up and comes home when i'm asleep)... and the only way to go to my friend's place is by car.... and my driver wasnt there specifically for me. He has a job to do, you know. So yeah... my childhood went phhiiiieeeewwww...... down the drain.
I came to Singapore feeling so NAIVE.
I didnt even noe wht "stead" meant! I didnt even noe "wah lau" was seriously used!
Ah anyways... in primary school.. yeah well... i was in a bad group... so called... heh heh.. my results flunked... as usual... but this grp kept sticking together and stuff... i thnk we were pretty close... wow man.. i look back and am amazed at how strong i was (look at me now! i cant stand for 20 freaking minutes without fainting!).... wrestling people.. grabbing their balls... throwing it away.... slamming tht eunuch on the floor with a bodyslam... lolz.. breaking windows.... buying TUBES of glue and then DROWNING a nest of black ants with it.... LOLZ!!! i rmemeber... then the next day after everything has dried.. we'd get a ball of black ants.. LOLZ!!!
in any case.... i think... after cheryl left.... things started to come down upon me and yes yes i went through a state of "WTF WTF WTF" (but no i NEVER thought of killing myself... okay so maybe i tried eating a whole packet of pink panadols but that didnt work.. it tasted bad!).... hmm yeah and tts wht i became.... weak. LOLZ!!!! no la... i jsut changed... like u noe... boy to man.? LOLZ!!! HAHAHA!!! idiot...
Then before i left for Singapore, i had a litle squabble with one of my close friends (my fault again..) and poof! i was gone. He kept calling and calling and emailing (sounds familiar doesnt it) but yeah whtever i didnt reply. (sounds so freaking familiar. Deja vu...) It was only last year that he and i started talking again.. after a little bit of fighting....
war and romance.. ahh yes... (ok let's skip Bedok view kz? nth happened there.) Then came sec school.... i found my dad's camera (Sony DCR-PC5E)... and i brought it to school one day. Sure sure everybody was like "heyyy camera!!!" and some of us started bringing too and recording the class...But for them it was a fad maybe... because soon, the others put their camera down but i continued rolling the tape at every possible moment. Everybody gt used to me with the camera. I continued recording and recording over the years of the guys in sec school till now.. i have about... 50+ hours of tape on them! i was telling Charlene abt it today and she asked,"Why not you compile them and make it into a structured short video?"
What, you crazy!?!?! 50 freaking hrs!
and then the guys also gave me a break into video-making. I wrote out a script.. they were very helpful to act it out... then i had more actors coming in.... and i completed my first structured video. This video was the Battle Scene video i passed on to the interviewer during the FSV interview. That was all i had, really. Thanks to them.
Anyways yeah i did compile some tapes a few times here and there and showed the rest. All they did was ask for more.
-.-
But its nice, you know.... grab a few of your old friends and watch each other grow up over the years.
"OMG you had such a stupid hairstyle!!"
"Hey you too!!"
"well that was last time..."
"No, i meant currently..."
*fight fight...*
But then again... why did i record all these? Many times, when i am recording, a person would turn to the camera... then back to the group and say,"He siao la... recording again."
Donald just felt sth hit him in the gut. LOLZ...
My mentality is to preserve wht we have done. I mean... it's something.. HISTORY!! It's something! i still have toys that i sucked on (TOYS DAMMIT!!! TOYS!!!) when i was a baby. They're tucked nicely in my room in Malaysia. i still have that painting i did on the wall ( even after much disapproval by mother goose....) when i was a young hairless kid.
Thus my thirst to preserve eveything on video.
but how does this relate to my interest in war and romance?
On the video.. you can see that WE GROWED TOGETHER.
FRIENDSHIP!
what if one day, something happens... you HAVE that footage of ur friend! MEMORIES!
then that leads to the guy hiding behind the tank.
If only he had something besides memeories tht directly relates to his loved one (okay that word, loved one, is cliched already....) or even better; get someone to video him hiding behind the tank... and if he lives.. he can show the clip to his grandchildren and say... stuff.... and if he dies in the end.... well...it could spark some great ideas or sth to a viewer.
and romance...
Remember the old wars? Civil wars maybe. People would fight on common ground. Form up in huge formations then take turns firing at each other. Then, both would charge to each other and fight till the death, literally?
Those men were freaking brave. And to me, those battles are romantic.
Told you i was weird.
Thei rifles were DECORATED and had ORNAMENTS. They had designs! They used beautiful grained wood for the rifle. Their canons were also decorated. Their uniforms were stunning! And they werent sissies. They didnt fight with guns that can shoot around corners.. didnt have accurate artillery and stuff. They shot ball bearings btw.... and lolz.... when they shoot, even at a hundred meters, the wind could blow their ball bearing off course. =p
They went to war, with not many things on their side.
Close quarters really do things to people. Rather than making mathematical calculations, aiming the gun, firing, and getting a feedback on radio abt the accuracy of ur artillery shot. It's different to face ur oponent then getting him from afar.
"Hey man how's ur day?"
"Oh i got 50 Japs in one arty (artillery) shot a few minutes ago."
"oh that's nice..."
*A guy crashes into the room, crusing and yelling, and shooting his rifle aimlessly. Finally he points the gun into his mouth and pulls the trigger.*
"What happened to him?"
"He shot a Jap at point-blank. Then he just lost it."
It's romantic if u think about it.... structured battles i mean.
that's why i find wars after 1945 very dull and technical.
I saw German rocket planes built in 1945-6 and it just lost its romance of Germans fighting courageously for Grossdeutschland.
Now wht about guy-girl/ guy-guy / girl-girl relationship?
aha.. "real" romance.
Personally i have no objections to homosexual relationships. Its just like two good friends who like each other a lot. oh well.
But if my children turn out to be homos.. i will be SOOO bloody pissed.....
"You wanna be like your cousin or what?!"
When i came to Singapore... i formed this mentality..."Singaporean girls love to be pampered, smooched and touched."
I'm like... wtf? in pri sch ppl went for big dicks and gentlemanliness.
But yeah i have a different view on the SG girls now. Some act cute... some complain... some are matured enough to know..... yeah... we're all the same...
but i really cant stand it when guys start to do almost EVERYTHING for the girl.
it just sucks.
Give money, give clothes, give hugs and kisses EVERY SINGLE TIME..... BOORING!!!
where the hell's the TEASING!!!
The girl wants money. The guy doenst have it. The girl says,"oh it's ok.... when u have enuf money u can buy it for me! *smile smile*"
Guy goes,"Uh... okay.. anything for you, dear."
wht the toot, man....
oh i LOVE teasing.
btw.. teasing and flirting, is DIFFERENT.
Crush and love, are also TWO DIFFERENT THINGS!
i keep getting news that this person likes this person "long time already" (wow! one month, is long?!?!?!) ... and they call it love. -.-
Crush, people.. Crushes....
anyways yeah.. teasing...
showing ur butt... swaying it (whooo!!!)... playing with their hair.. RESISTING to wht they want (but do it in the end after some teasing). DOING things that they DO NOT expect you to (in a proper manner though. You dont just go up to a girl and pull her skirt off..... RIP!! "haha i'm teasing you!")
but then again... relationships and stuff... there arent really any clear guidelines to wht u should do. It's a feeling thing. But i read somewhere that feelings and fake feeiling could come together as one and u may think its just one feeling.
uh ok.. yeah.. romance...
hmm... i love subtlety... doing little things..... then the girl finds out only after a period of time.
I used to plan dinners, a night out somewhere.. stuff like that.. really really planned... time and place and stuff... for my girlfriend... but then... a lot nv worked out. Either because they just straight out DONT WANT TO.... or they think that place is lame.
Cmon... Singapore's not just Bugis, orchard, J8.... we have Kranji, Jurong, Holland village, Changi, sembawang, mari-nabei, and eunos... a lot of places. But then for some people... no aircon, no shopping, must walk... they decline your invitation and walk away.
They still WALK away in the end so WTF?!?!
But then there was Wei Shan.. oh... wei shan... ( no shaun.. not talking abt u...)..... she agreed to me once... and i brought her out to some special place. and when i brought her to the place.... she may have had the most romantic and pleasant night ever. Everything started going smoothly that night... we had our own time together... it was PERFECT. She started talking.... fooling around... Things... *wink wink*...=p
then i had to dump her a few weeks later. -.-
and she clung on for a few weeks more... before finally O levels came and we went separate ways.
and i have never never never never bought her gifts (but she got me a neckie for my bday this year.) or kissed or hugged and i barely said," i love you" at all!!
It all showed in the subtlety... ... well i tried.
I wrote her stories.
Lots of them.
and she loved it.
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my stories.....
War and Romance.
They just go together perfectly.
Monday, August 01, 2005
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Wootz...
Yeah i think I'm going through another depression. I found myself deeply involved with a little story in my head about a little boy.. and hey man i was smiling~! wtf is that?!
anyways a few nights ago i went through my old stuff and found a few things from primary school...
I took a fw pictures too. Beth... rejoice!
lolz.. my first few projects done in Grade 5.. that's like umm... 1999.... Pharoahs...
LOLZ was lame ever since young... wht's the huge "bye" for, Little Audi?!
"I dunno.. i dunno!! Noo~~~.....!!!"
*piak! piak!*
-.- . ....i think at that point of time, i thought Egyptians were black people. Hence the way the speech came out.
Somebaday gonna get a-hurt real baaad~~~~
WOOTZ~~!! Colours~~!!!
And thus that's the end. -.- it was done overnight.
knn...
Yeah so I did a lousy job but hey.. recycle the scrapbook eh?>
So when we turn the page.....
Was crazy over Gundam that time.... cos of their models especially...
lolz i rememeber that time... was in the hotel and i had NOTHING to do... Final Fantasy 8 wasnt available yet so i took out a few cardboards yeah ok fine i was rocking in it -.- .. LAMe...
but then i thought why not make a suit outta this? oo aaa so yeah i took out a Gundam Model head.. started cutting here and there... ordered more cardboard from the engineering department and wa la.. i made a HUGE MASK, similar to that drawing... and i walked around the room with it for a few days... even slept with it..
Fine la I was born nuts.
But then again... during my yonger days... i started to draw comics. I drew and drew and drew till even after school i stayed back in class (whoo we didnt have to lock classes in school~~~neh ni neh ni poo poo all u singaporeans~! -.- ) ad continued drawing BOOKS of comics.
I made 16 books in total and even grabbed a few people to ink my drawings (i drew in pencil.... was weary of ink and their magical powers of immortality on a shirt.) and even took orders for people to BUY the photocopied ones. (photostated, as i used to say. =p )
yeah then as usual i fell in love with my own creations ( ya la i know that many of them are from Doraemon...-.-) and got a bit nuts and started TALKING to them. LOLZ~~!!! I would draw them out.... ask the questions... then draw them agian in a different pose..t his and that.. lolz.... HAHAH!!!! OMG...
Wonder where they are now..
OOOOooo science book... look how thick it is...
OOO now look at that! Grade 2! that's in 1996! muahaha I rmemeber how huge this book was at that time..... We all would open it and let it stand upright while we eat tidbits in class.... or maybe look at porn pictures (yup~! 8 years old and we're already looking at porno...)
BWAAHAH!!! Eff-ed up question.....
I made that.... hahaa.... memories...
My first hibuscus drawing... I know I know .. one petal is retardedly huge....
part of the life cycle of a fly/buzzing thingy...
wht insect is that ar?
Life cycle of frogs...
Lolz .. last time there was a longkang which lead striahgt into the river nearby (holy shit u wont believe how close my class was to the river.... we actually had our litter flicked outside the class through the window cleared by the river.) and yeah lots of clogging cos of leaves and there was stagnant water too.... one day we found taddypoles (that's so cute aint it.... taddypoles...) and the class formed a line int he cantenn later after that to ask for PLASTIC BAGS and i think many of us went home that day with a few taddypoles in plastic bags. Mine met a horrible death: I squished it on the way back home in the car. LOLZ....!!
lolz.. i think that's enuf for primary school...
Break time! take a rest .. go drink water, all of you... and come back soon.. i have more from secondary school...
till then...
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And we're back!
LOLZ naaaaa beiiii~~~~ licking punani~~~
ahem yeah okay...
aye~~~ Once upon a time....
There lived a diary... (???)
yes yes i can hear all the North Viewers shouting, " WAHT THE FARK!!!! ". and belly dancing with saggy tits but ooooo but look!!! it's Donald!!! It's Me!!! It's Sze Aik!!! lolz and that's vicky scared of getting shot by Jason with a bb gun.
Ah yes... my diary.. my first ever 400-page diary.... hey if i cant draw comics, i can still do sth else with my hand (besides.. mm.. yeah... ).. so i wrote a book!
and the habit stayed with me all the way to sec 3.. all the way to the time Hui Shi and I met. Wheee..... then after that everything died. .. lolz... i read through all the 6 books....and i saw myself and the others changing (changing clothes... shoes... girlfriends...) from immature 13 year olds to (still) immature 16 year olds (ok some have matured.... and gotten fat... *nice hips! wink wink~~ *...). and omg was i cheeky and was donald such an asshole. LOLZ~!
haha~~~ i stole this pic from the notice board in Sec2... yes we all see familiar faces.... and wtf why Javis' hair like that? LOLZ~~!!! and tharik... haaha.. ever since young he had that prata-tycoon look... then Jason.. ahh yes.. Jason.. that guy who saved my arse from the Zhong Guo Ren-s last year. I think he and Vis went through the most change all these years... Lolz Jason's so stunning now...
wootz!!! i knew what was COPYRIGHT!!! lame....
then stuff happens... zzz.... pervert...
and a few pictures.... Lolz.. Mr Socko!!! and OMG crap!!! the video which i took of Donald and aik playing with my cap is LOST!!! lost? how? oo... cos the damn bloody Malays just HAD to be RECORDED on video!! geez and its not like they did anything much on it. zzzzz..... waste my tape.. waste my time... WASTE MY MEMORIES...
And now coming to more recent times... aaaahhh yes.. 2003... When a lot of us had growth spurts (whoopeee.. spurts.. makes me think of stuff....) and yes.. when many of Ye Ol'Friends were looking the BEST of our boyhood years... ... ... .. but i was still retarded though. Sad.
haiz.. 2003... so many things.... :)
I think that was when the guys were soo super tight together... what with Mount Ophir and all... (lolz.. and i sacrificed some video space of my Sabah expedition just for them!!!! ... ... ... and it was worth it. :) )...
and things crumbled when O level fever came in. zz... and the school suddenly turned sooo academic tht life left us and we all became horses....
And now i still find myself so narrow-minded. ... ... .. When i have children (legal ones, hopefully), I'll send them to arts school! LOLZ!!! lame... Fine i'll send their little asses to a proper school.. let them do their homework and once i see them memorizing for tests, i'll throw them out of the house and force them to drive my car.
wtf man my mind's so screwed up today!
freak!!!
ahem..yeah.. anyways...
Ahh yes.... 2003 NCC camp... ahh yes... the sergeants (basically that's us bunch of guys...) came a night earlier.. well.. to prepare logistics stuff and all that... but in the end we started making swords out of bamboo and masking tape and walked around school that night like we're some group of elite warriors... or maybe a higher-class "jaga"....
Either way.. Sir Latiff was far from happy at what we were doing... -.-
Somebaday gonna get a-hurt real baaad...
Anyways that sword up there was made by Vis...
I thnk the other 8 guys still have their swords.. i know henry has his at home... i know Erwin's super-cool black sword made out of PVC is up somehwere on the roof of the school (i threw it there accidentally at night....... and Sir saw me....)... not sure about Don...
yeah.. anyways..
muahahaa... my first sword... made out of ... WOOD!!! mauhaha...
Jason and i became horny (evil way, please!) that night and rant hrough the cleaner's stash and found us some nice wooden poles from the dustpan. LOLZ~!!! we tore off the plastic wrapping and pulled it straight out of the dustpan sockets and started making these swords....
and ooo... was i happy when i got to whack one of my cadets with that...
.... glad Sir didnt know...
Hock Sheng wasnt happy though...
Somebaday gonna..... ah nvm...
Ahh yes... now we come to the final showpiece.... The Infamous Dogtags!
These things are like my only link between now and the great time i have been having with the other NINE guys... and some girls.. wootz.... shake it... shake it!!!
yes... upon closer inspection.. u can see that it's Javis and Donald's name on my tags... and, "WHY?!?!?!?!?!" , you ask? Ahh well.. they;ve been around.... :)
These tags have been hanging around my neck since sec 2.... maybe that explains it's appearance... (hey man,... my blood's been on that thing.... blood from cutting thriugh jungles with a parang.. GRR... parang!!!).
Don's tag....
and Super Vis's tag.... he died when i ripped this device off his neck. muahaha!!! Long live Audi!!!
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And of course.. i love dedicating to my friends... (lolz... clara.. remember that time in the hotel, Erwin and I dedicated a song for you, Don, Henry and Sarah? ... ... .. I still have the video~~~!!!! muacks~~! )
First up... HENRY!!! Sarah's (whiny voice) boyyyfriiieeeennnddd~~~~ -.- (whine whine whine) ... LOLZ!!!...
Then we have.....
SZE AIK!!!! lolz~~ No.1 uniform... whee...~~~
DONALD and CLARA!!!! ok la i know hor i'm copyng things from your blog ok clara...
Then we have... HOCK SHENG ( where is he?!? ) at the bottom left of the table.. (ya.. that tile...) then we have JASON (!!!) opposite him ( the other tile... =p=p=p)
oo and i love this pic of THARIK.. muahaha~~
ok la fine u cant see his face nvm i show u another one... -.-
Hmm...
And then VICKY!!!! the guy whom we all look for company~~!!! He can be contacted at That Soccer Field Is Mine! Pte. Ltd....
And then there's Vis and The Infamous "Let-me-masturbate-using-your-leg!" Scotty....
Then there was Erwin and Vicky dancing in Kuching...
And then... Ze Most Perverted Asshole In The World!!
SLEEP, DAMN YOU! SLEEP!!!!
SOCCER!!! yup.. the ball was my only friend AND THEY KICKED HIM!!!
und dann dort haben der GUARD OF HONOUR. Wir wöllen zusammen bleiben!!!!!
whoo!!!
okay time to do sth else..
GET OUT! ALL OF YOU!!!
MUAHAHA!!!!
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